#the contrast of silver and gold just hhhcjxjfj

[atherix]

Me when Midnight Chills makes a guest appearance (losing my mind thank you Atherix) but also when there is a prompt for moar content 👀 👀 👀

Cheeky!! Lmao here, have a nice snippet from the future <3 mildly spoilery but channeling a bit of that "Scar would absolutely abuse his authority if CC!Scar were in control" energy in this one <3 not the full snippet sorry, tis but a fragment to avoid severe spoilers <3

Pardon if I missed any format issues, posting from mobile so the format doesn't translate 1:1 jfkskfj

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“What are you doing?”

Grian’s wings flare out and his gaze snaps over to the new voice- low and dangerous, none of the usual energy or light it carries. Next to him, Mumbo growls softly- a warning, though not aimed at Scar, who stands at what was once the entrance to the tent.

His hair, messy from sleep, is still in a braid lying limply over his right shoulder and his nightgown hangs about his shins. His feet are bare, a telltale sign of just how abruptly he woke and came rushing to their aid.

His eyes, usually soft green with the barest hint of golden flecks or rings, burn with magic that he hasn’t had a chance to expend. It stands out sharply against the soft silver light of the full moon above them.

The breeze turns warm and Grian and Mumbo share a look.

“Ah! My Prince!” the Ringmaster greets when he sees Scar, and Scar glances between the other Elf, the Fairy ring and the children trying to pull it apart. His eyes meet Grian’s now, and whatever he sees must not be good; what was already angry worried confused hardens into pure, unadulterated fury. “My apologies, had I known I would have such an... esteemed... guest tonight, I would have tidied up!”

“Is that any way to greet me?” Scar asks coldly, eyes snapping back to the Ringmaster, and the Elf freezes under Scar’s gaze. Grian swallows and Mumbo tenses up, both of them now staring at Scar-

Something about him is captivating. It demands attention, like fingers digging into the soul and grounding them, gripping their chins and forcing them to give its master all its focus, and Grian thinks he might not be able to look away.

(Except, he can’t help but notice, no one can; all eyes are focused on Scar and Scar alone, all silver and gold in the fire and moonlight.)

“P... Pardon me?” the Ringmaster asks, voice breaking as he does, and Scar tilts his head at him, gaze as intense as the wind whipping around them.

“I am your Prince,” Scar says slowly. “You will greet me properly.”

Your Prince.

It hits Grian, then, what is happening, and he breathes in sharply. He has never seen Scar weaponize his status- weaponize his authority, his royal voice. 

Yet Scar stares the other Elf down, and after a few long, tense seconds, the Elf makes a strangled sound and sinks down to one knee, bowing his head as he does.

“My apologies,” the Ringmaster grits out between clenched teeth. “Greetings to my Prince.” He adds something in that lilting language and Scar steps forward, closer- the dust on the floor billowing up with every step he takes. The Ringmaster rises back to his feet.

“Did I say you can rise?” Scar demands, glaring down at the Elf, and he freezes halfway. “You will kneel until I say rise.”

And what a sight the two of them make, Grian thinks as he watches; Scar, the moon practically setting the silver in his hair aglow and the torch flames reflecting the gold in his eyes, in nothing more than a nightgown glowering at another Elf, dressed in a striped suit and hair elegantly plaited down his back as he kneels at Scar’s feet.

“Oh, Scar,” Grian barely breathes, but it’s enough; the Elf’s gaze snaps over to him and softens just the slightest.

“Release them,” Scar says, his words directed at the other Elf. “Now.”

#ask #Midnight Series #spoilers #i love Scar going all Fae #<3 #also him settling into his position once more and actually accepting it #and using it to his advantage mmm #i love this scene btw #the contrast of silver and gold just hhhcjxjfj