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Pirate and His Parrot 2 - Scarian AU

I'm not a hundred percent sure where I'm going with this, but we're just gonna start writing and we'll see :3

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After many months of adventures, chaos, and having only one working wing, Scar decided to check if Grian's wing had healed yet. "Let's see how your wing's doing, eh birdie? It should be one hundred percent cured by now." He said one morning, an hour or two after they woke up. Grian let the pirate poke and prod at his wrapped wing, and to his pleasant surprise, there was no ache. There was no trace of the throbbing, lingering pain that had clouded his mind and made his wing hang so limply months ago. Scar smiled at the Avian's silence, and removed the cast. Grian stretched his stiff wings out as wide as he could, flapped them experimentally, then jumped up on the rail of The Flying Jellie and promptly hopped over the side, ignoring Scar's shout of surprise and concern. 

The Avian plummeted like a stone, and right before he hit the water, Grian opened his wings and caught the air, letting the wind sweep him up, up, up. The familiar, beautiful feeling of weightlessness wrapped him in a warm embrace, and Grian finally felt like he was back in his element. Welcome back. The wind seemed to whisper to him. How did I survive so long without flying? Grian wondered absently, lightheaded and giddy from the indescribable feeling that he'd spent months without. "Woooo! Go birdie!!" Scar cheered from below, waving his arms happily from far below. Inspired by the praise, Grian decided to show off a little bit. He tucked his wings in close to his sides and dived, then flung them out and let the momentum flip him over. Scar cheered, clapping his hands, and Grian chirped happily. 

After a few more tricks, the Avian's wings started to tire from months of no use. Grian soared back down to The Flying Jellie and alighted on the railing, spreading his wings triumphantly and squawking his joy to the heavens. Scar let out a raucous round of applause, grinning and showing off pointed teeth enthusiastically, but it didn't quite reach his eyes, which looked sorrowful. "Your wing's all better now, birdie." He said, his voice faltering and his applause fading. Grian knew Scar well enough by then to know that his bright grin was a mask. He was hiding behind his smile, and something was wrong. "You... you don't have to stay here anymore. I- I hope you have fun, wherever you end up next." Scar continued, avoiding Grian's eyes and gazing down at the creaky wooden boards of the deck. 

Grian froze, his wings half-tucked and his mind racing at the revelation. I'm free. He realized. I can fly again. I'm free to go wherever the wind takes me. Without thinking, the Avian flew off, missing the way Scar's face fell, missing the small, wounded, punched-in-the-gut sound that escaped the pirate's mouth, and soon, The Flying Jellie was nothing but a far-off dot against the horizon.

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Over the next couple of days, Grian alternated between flying and catching quick naps on rocks sticking out of the sea, nabbing a fish or two if he got hungry. By a stroke of luck, the skies were clear, the sea was calm, and Grian was alone with his thoughts. At first, the freedom was fun, nothing but the wind whistling through his feathers and the cool sea air on his face,but by the third day, the Avian grew dissatisfied. 

There was no sound for miles except the rustle of the ocean below, and Grian found himself missing the non-stop chatter aboard The Flying Jellie. But... no that wasn't all. Upon delving a little deeper into that feeling, the Avian discovered that it wasn't the noise that he missed: it was the company. Grian was lonely. Which was silly, of course, he'd been alone for his whole life. There's no reason for him to be feeling lonely when solitude was what he was used to. Isolation was normal. But, paying no heed to logic, the feeling persisted. 

Grian found himself missing the little ditties that Scar would sing in the mornings, the way he would laugh at Grian's squawk whenever he messed up a word, the way he chatted constantly to the Avian even though the pirate thought he was just a parrot. Suddenly, a thought struck Grian that gave him pause. What if Scar was just as lonely as he was? The pirate had mentioned having a crew once, but... Grian had never seen another creature aboard The Flying Jellie, not one. Well, except the seagulls that would occasionally perch on the mast and rails, looking for food. 

With that in mind, Grian wondered if he'd made a good decision. I thought I would be happy out here, but... I think I was happier with Scar. I think... I think I want to go back. The realization rattled Grian, as he was used to being independent. He'd never craved another's company like he did now, and it scared him. The Avian wrestled with himself for a while, but he eventually decided to go back to The Flying Jellie and just see. He would just see if Scar wanted him back. If the pirate wanted to be rid of Grian, he would leave. With a plan in mind, the Avian promptly turned right around and flew back the way he came, hoping that he would be welcome. 

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Ooh, wadya think is gonna happen, hmm~?

Ahdidbf that sentence sounds so weird in my head, sorry ">.<

I was going to continue this, but then I decided to check the word count and was like "900 words what???" and decided to stop right there :D

Probably a good thing I stopped, cuz I have like three ideas on how the next thing is gonna go, but I haven't decided between them yet.

Oh, yeah, I will be continuing this btw

Not sure if the cliffhanger was a clear enough indication or anything

Tell me if you liked it, tell me prompts if you have any!

Love ya, sleep, drink water, all that jazz

- Vee 

Word Count: 1035 words