Grian angst

By The Water

Sorry if my writing sucks in this one. My phone screen broke, and many of my keys need a lot of force to press.... My poor "a" key

First update of the year 🤩🤩 (I'm so sorry)

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Grian had a hard time letting go of things.

Oftentimes, he feels this might have stemmed from letting go of too much in the past.

It's.. It's not a big deal.

He's just a little competitive and stubborn, that's it. The rest of the hermits even know this about him - of course, they don't know the real reason he's like this, but it really just.. doesn't matter.

As long as he can keep holding on, as long as everything goes as planned, as long as he can get what he needs.

Grian looked softly at the cold water in front of him. Although it was a sunny and warm day, just like all the rest, he couldn't help but feel confined and chilly as if he were in the water himself.

He felt forlorn.

Perhaps this just wasn't something he could grasp. Maybe he just wasn't going to win this one. Perhaps he'll never get a mending book.

"How come you've got one and I don't." Grian sat himself down on the grassy ground still holding firmly onto the fishing rod.

"I think I just got lucky.." Scar nervously laughed.

He was sitting on the dock Grian had built before, all just for this ordeal, but Scar wasn't fishing - he wouldn't dare. Not after just a few days ago, he had fished up a mending book right in front of the struggling hermit.

This is actually the first time in days Grian has been willing to speak to the poor guy.

"You're always lucky.." Grian whined, pulling his legs to his chest like an angry child would.

"Not always, Afterall I've had plenty of unlucky things happen to me." Scar protested, shouting this out as if it were a good thing.

"Really then? Name one thing." Grian playfully grinned as he threw another cast. Failed attempt after attempt - he needs to get this book. Scar hesitated to the question before answering,

"I die and respawn often. That's pretty unlucky." Grian giggled.

"I suppose so, but I'm not sure if all those deaths count as unlucky." Grian teased.

"Why not?" Scar questioned, kicking his legs in the water below the deck while curious eyes laid themselves upon grian.

Grian looked much different than he's commonly known to look like - he has come to grow a beard and wear more worn down clothes. Yet all of those changes yet straight over Scars mind as he kept his focus close to the growing eye bags grian has going on, but he's careful not to say a word. It's not quite his place to do so - for grian has always been like this.

Some call it ambitious, some say normal, some call it stupid- but many can't help but feel a little concerned. For even if he's always been like this, does that still make it okay? Does Grians gloomy lip biting say nothing when underling the whole situation? It.. maybe it just doesn't matter.

"All of your deaths have been from you doing something stupid. Can you really call that unlucky?" Grian laughed, releasing his legs from his grip, at least looking happier now. So, despite Scars' endless questions and worry swirling through his head, he just enjoyed the moment.

This is what mattered.

Although because of the lack of conversation, the silence was an uncomfortable price. It would have been okay on any normal day- but both knew it. Both knew each other knew, and both knew it mattered.