This has been on my mind for the longest time. Hope you enjoy :D
Also, I have never written a songfic before and I'll probably write it differently from other people. Lyrics in italics
TW: Death, Sacrifice, swears, flashbacks,
Said I'd understand when I'm older
Said I'd understand the things they do
Falls asleep on his shoulder in the breakroom
She falls asleep on his shoulder in the breakroom
Scott looked down at Jimmy's sleeping figure leaned against him. His little flower... how would he ever learn the twisted through of this hell?
She said she'd been inside for too long
Well, no sh*t, could you tell us something new?
You can tell he's lying 'cause his lips move
You can tell he's lying 'cause his lips move
The desert sand whipped around the two as they made their way to Scar and Grian's base. How could they live in this dry place? The sand stung Jimmy's skin as the wind threw it around carelessly. Scar had offered them many deals while Grian muttered under his breath the whole time.
It must be nice to be the reason
His work, it ain't so bleak
That must be what motivates you
That must be what motivates you
Scott lifted his shield to protect Jimmy as the skeleton fired its arrows. "Huh? Oh!" Jimmy exclaimed seeing what happened. "Sorry," Scott smiled at his friend. What a dork.
All he needs is to see you smiling
And, well, you light up his whole week
Imagine the kind of things he'd do to you
If there weren't so many cameras
Jimmy smiled happily as he exclaimed his accomplishment. "Look at this!" Scott laughed and pecked him on the cheek. "You did great Jimmy,"
And you're keeping a dark secret
But you're talking in your sleep
A scream woke Scott up and Jimmy flailed. He rushed over and held his lovers hand. "Jimmy? It's Scott," he plead with the sleeping male. Wings flashed one moment and then were gone the next. 'Canary?' Scott held Jimmy close and whispered sweet nothings to him the rest of the night.
Totally banned from the kitchen
Citing workplace health concerns
But they wouldn't tip you if it healed you
No, they wouldn't tip you if it healed you
"What happened to your shirt?" Not that Scott was complaining but he did send Jimmy out for an errand run. "About that..." Jimmy sweatdropped. Scott cackled as his read the label of the pufferfish's bucket. "Jimmy!" The man in response turned red and sputtered incoherent babble
She says "The country's sweating out a fever"
A fever born by what you do
And what kind of pressure do they put on you?
What kind of pressure did they put on you?
Jimmy handed Scott a sword as they went over the plans one last time. This would be okay.
But at least she's waiting for you
Glass of wine after a long day
She'll dry your eyes on serviette
Dry your eyes on serviette
Fall asleep in her dad's Ford Mondeo
That she stole from him yesterday
You look so cute when you're so angry
If I'm going down, you're coming with me
Jimmy's body hit the floor and Scott saw red. "JIMMY!" He cried. He'd kill them. He would kill them all. He aimed his bow and grinned as he shot down the scum that killed his lover.
And you think that it gets better
Just you wait until next week
A blink of an eye as Grian smiled. The canary backed up when the watcher said "Until the next game."
You're keeping a dark secret
But you're talking in your sleep
Jimmy tossed and turned, afraid to close his eyes until a pair of arms wrapped around him. "I'm here." Is all he heard before relenting to exhaustion. Scott stroked Jimmy's hair gently as wings flashed once more in the dim room.
