"You're sure you're ready to go through with this now?" Grian asked.
"Well, I'm at least a bit more confident with dry clothes on. Not to mention that you're a good kisser."
Grian jabbed Scar in his side playfully. "Oh shut up," he said sarcastically.
Scar and Grian were back where they always seemed to be together, Larry. Mostly for Scar to get some new clothes on. Grian had already changed at his base and now they were back in action. Technically their other clothes had dried overnight, but they were stiff and definitely needed to be washed, so changing was just the best option they had.
"Y'know, Scar," Grian said quietly, sitting down on the bed and letting his legs hang off of it. He swung them around, staring down at the ground and not daring to look at Scar. "I was thinking about how you said you were scared about what the HEP and other Hermits will think about you." He paused for a moment, biting his lip. "And I think it'd probably be better if I was the one that forfeited. Or we, as in the Resistance. I can convince them to surrender, you guys can take the victory, and then it'll all be over."
"Are you sure?" Scar asked almost immediately, turning away from some items he was storing away in a dresser. "We can still go with our original plan of just coming to a compromise instead of one side quitting."
"No, I insist."
"Are you sure?" Scar repeated, approaching Grian and putting a hand on his shoulder gently.
Grian suddenly lashed out, pushing Scar's arm aside. His face clearly displayed his sudden anger. "Will you stop asking me that?!" Grian shouted, looking up at Scar still seething. "I'm not sure of anything! I never can be. So let me just do this one thing for you after you've done everything for me!" He was nearly out of breath from his yelling, tears starting to stream down his face.
"Why do you think you owe me anything?" Scar yelled back, softer than Grian but still with a loud voice. "Grian-" His voice was nearly breaking as he started to sob as well. He sniffled, wiping away a tear that fell down his face. "I love you... and the only payback I'd ever want is for you to tell me if you love me back."
"How could that possibly be all you want? I've put you through the worst of it trying to keep me from dying. How could you possibly love me?"
"Grian, I've been falling for you since the moment you stood across from me in the mirror. I don't know how you knew I was there for you on the other side, but there was some connection I felt- I can't describe it. I began to feel so bad for what I'd done. I want nothing more than for you to forgive me for everything. I want nothing more than to know how you feel about me. Do you hear me, Grian? That's all I need."
"I love you too, Scar. Really."
Scar smiled, wiping away more tears and approaching Grian. He put his arms out. "May I?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper. Grian nodded and Scar pulled him in close. The two embraced for a long while, Scar burying his head into Grian's shoulder.
"Your forehead," Grian said softly. "It's so warm." He pulled himself slightly away, putting his hand under Scar's chin and lifting his head. He put his free hand over Scar's forehead, pressing it gently. "Do you feel sick?"
"Mmm, I'm feeling great," Scar replied, his words slurred out suddenly. "It's even better when I'm hugging you," he added, a goofy smile on his face.
"Just rest for a moment here." He used his arms to lift Scar up, heaving him onto the bed. "I'll get you some water."
"Noooo, please don't leave." His words sounded childish, but Grian couldn't help but smile at them. Though, his speech still sounded off. "I want to stay here forever..." He began to trail off. "Oh my god, have you always had six eyes?"
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The Turf War Twisted
FanfictionScar's stressed about the Turf War, and Grian even more so. An unlikely admiration blossoms when the two leaders realise how similar they really are. The Turf War keeps them separate, but their love for each other brings them together. This is only...