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Ghostly - Etho/Grian

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(for those who dont know this was requested on feb 2nd, it is now march 9th)

ill try to catch up to you guys xd

-I KNOW THIS IS SOMEWHAT SHORT- i did my best okay i didn't know what to do for most of it, if you request smth i would be happy if you made it detailed enough so that i know what's going on :>

TW: angst in general, being dead

The sun shone bright overhead. The sky was mostly cloudless. A red-sweatered hermit was performing a crash landing. All a normal day on the Hermitcraft server.

Grian was glad he had been flying close to Etho's base when his elytra failed. Plummeting through the air always had its downsides, but at least he could get some help quickly. Thankfully, landing on the wooden planks in Etho's base wasn't as jarring as landing on the hard-packed dirt, as the base was raised above ground level.

Grian shook his elytra off, the ruined dragon wing membrane falling to the floor in a ragged heap. He frowned at it. It hadn't been too long since he had last repaired it. Sighing, he bent down and folded it up, tucking under one arm. He wandered through many rooms. He jumped several feet in the air as a llama whizzed by, blinking a few times before hurrying away.

The hermit loved how Etho's base felt from the inside. It was so spacious and open, and it felt like he could relax between the unique walls for who knew how long.

Soon he remembered what he was there for. Etho, right? Where was he? Surely he was at his base, right? Grian didn't want to use anything of Etho's without his friend's permission. He decided to wait for Etho to come back. It would only be a matter of time, right?

POV CHANGE

Etho watched Grian wander around aimlessly, eyes wide and curious. He had to hold his laughter in as Grian almost fell off his bridge into the pool of water at the bottom of his favorite room. He saw the smaller hermit squeal as the llama flew by. He watched Grian chew his lip and he noted as the other's eyes rounded with realization and a tint of worry.

Etho wasn't seen, of course. He knew his base too well, and was too comfortable in the environment to be noticed if he didn't want to be.

He saw Grian shrug the idea of him off. Like everyone always did.

Maybe. . . this. . . wouldn't have happened if someone, anyone at all had been paying attention.

Grian soon stopped wandering around, sighing and sitting down on the wood planks warmed by the late-afternoon sun. Etho squinted at the figure of the hermit. He really wasn't leaving, was he?

Etho shook his head and decided to give it some time. Grian would leave eventually.

Six hours later, Etho was struggling to keep his eyes awake as Grian spun a flower between his fingertips. Man, the guy was stubborn!

Just get it over with. Someone's going to find out eventually.

Before he could back down, Etho shook his head, gritted his teeth, and darted away from his hiding place. He blinked, the coolness of the barely raised moon catching around his outline. He stood in place, rigid and unmoving, grimacing as he waited for Grian to look up.

And look up he did.

But he didn't pause. He didn't stare. He didn't even blink.

He just sighed, leaned his head back against the wall, and closed his eyes. He used part of his ruined elytra as a somewhat-blanket. Etho paused. Looked down at himself.

The gash was still apparent. It had been the cause of his death at the hands of a zombie.

Why didn't you just fight back, Etho? You could take it on!

True.

But Etho hadn't seen the sense in that anymore.

"Grian?" Etho tried calling. He had been hesitant to show himself before, but now that he wasn't getting a reaction, he was panicking. A rush of relief ran through him. If Grian had simply not seen him, surely he would hear Etho's voice. Right? "Grian. . .? Grian! Grain! Poultry Man. Bread."

No reaction.

Etho held his ghostly hands up to the light, shadows and streaks of moonbeams piercing through what had once been solid.

"Grian!!"

He started to feel lighter. The silhouette of his hands thinned in front of his very eyes. His eyes drifted down, almost closing, before he snapped back to his senses. Everything seemed to be disappearing around him. Or wait, maybe he was disappearing. Did it work that way?

Why had he let this happen?