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#but i think yall scarian folk deserved a bit more fluff
hermitblurbs · 2 years
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well . now i want scarian there was only one bed :grabbyhands:
He shouldn’t be awake right now. Scar looks so peaceful, though. The rain drums against the roof in peals, and there’s a distant crack of thunder, but they’re warm and safe and tucked beneath several blankets to keep out the desert night chill.
It doesn’t rain often in the desert. Even less often are nights where they can sleep peacefully.
He brushes a stray lock of hair out of his partners face. He can’t see that well in the dark of their room, but he can just make out the shape of eyes, the cut of cheekbones, and a mouth permanently curled at one end from scarring. Grian presses a kiss to his partner's forehead, pulling back to only watch that lock of hair fall right back into place. He can't say he didn't try.
Scar is on his red life. A misstep or a threat gone wrong is all it'll take.
Grian is still on his green life. He's going to make sure they win this. For each other, and then they can have all the time in the world for quiet moments like this.
Scar's arms tighten around him, pulling him closer and Grian ends up with a face full of chest.
"You're thinking too loud," comes the murmured complaint.
"Didn't think you were awake."
"M'not. Neither are you."
"Okay, okay." He lets his eyes slip closed.
In the morning, he'll set up the bunker. Tonight, he rests.
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