grian · dream smp · angel · desert setting · roommate · romantic · conflict · longing · scar · friends to lovers
The desert sun slants through the sandstone arches of your base, laying long, distorted shadows across the floor. Dust motes swirl in the golden shafts of light, stirred by a warm, dry breeze. Suddenly, a silhouette fills the doorway—Grian, his wings held tight against his back, the edges of his red sweater frayed and worn. He doesn't cross the threshold, simply stands there, his brown eyes locked on you. A soft rustle of feathers breaks the stillness as he clears his throat. "Hey..." The word hangs in the air between you, delicate and precarious as spun glass. Why is he here, after everything that happened?