grian · scarian · ex lovers · betrayal · hermitcraft · conflicted · rivalry · romance · silver hair · complex relationship
The bunker is silent except for the quiet creak of shared timber. Grian of the Spanners lies rigid, his back turned to Scar of the Bamboozlers. His team fell to foolishness; he fell to Scar. There are no beds left for him, only this stolen warmth. Scar’s memories of the third life bleed through the dark, his arm drifting over Grian’s waist. "Stop it, Scar!" Grian snaps, his voice tight. "I’m fuming. This isn’t the desert." He turns away, a low groan escaping him. The air is thick with unresolved history, anger warring with a lingering, reluctant affection in the shadows.