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Unspoken Thoughts - Platonic Scarian || [Saph's Entry]

written by vestigially

quick notes!! this takes place at the end of season 7, whenever you imagine that to be! so picture what you will! also all shipping here is intended platonic, but can be seen as romantic if you'd like

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Hermitcraft Seven was winding to a close. The Hermits had had their fun in the world, but had agreed it was time to move on. Of course it was always a little sad, but the group thought it better to make it a day of celebration, not of misery.

And thus, they'd all gathered in the town hall for one final fling before their fresh new world began.

Tables were lined with snacks, upbeat music played from the jukebox in the corner, and Hermits stood and sat scattered about the room lost in conversation with one another. It was a bit funny how while some of them talked about the future and plans for the season ahead, others talked and reminisced about the past and the beginning of the season.

The Boomers had gathered back and were laughing with Ren about the time they'd partially exploded his base, and expressed their hopes to make a return the following season. Cleo, Joe, and Stress were reminding each other of their head games antics, and Iskall and Mumbo were practically rolling on the floor laughing as they recalled upon the early days of Hermit Challenges.

But for Grian? He just felt... weird.

He could only think about the past. And when he thought of his early season, one name came to mind immediately: Scar.

He and Scar had never stopped talking persay, more that their conversations had changed. They'd found themselves on opposing sides time and time again, even after their first of the season days of fun.

Grian sighed inwardly and glanced in Scar's direction. He didn't seem to be too deep into anything either, kind of just hanging on the outskirts of a conversation with a few others. Grian wondered if Scar was feeling the same he was.

Maybe Scar wasn't even thinking about him at all. That in itself was a painful thought after everything they'd done together at the beginning of the season.

Scar suddenly turned his head towards him, and for a split second the two made eye contact. Grian quickly averted his gaze, and neither made a move toward each other.

So maybe Scar was thinking about him. But if that were the case, there seemed to be some kind of unspoken thought between them. That made Grian feel even worse.

Grian shook his head and decided to make a round around the town hall. See what there was to see perhaps.

He squeezed past a few tables he noticed were full of food and was about to squeeze past another that Wels and Jevin were leaned over, when he noticed that one wasn't full of food at all. Pausing, he took a pace back and leaned over to see the contents of the surface from the other side.

The table was full of photos. Hundreds of them.

The images were arranged in rows by the month they were taken. There were photos of every Hermit and seemingly every picture that had been taken throughout the entire course of the server. Grian wasn't sure who had managed to dig them up, but he found on the table quite a few of himself which he had forgotten all about.

To his delight, there were over a dozen of him and Scar in the first row. He didn't look too hard at them before hastily sweeping them up into one hand. From the ones he caught a glimpse of, he could see they were mostly pictures or selfies of the two of them. Grian held the camera for some, and Scar for others.