SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

Our Word

RETURN OF THE WATCHERS GUILD

ive spent 4 straight days making paper dragon puppets

i only like 2 of my creations

sob

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" When I was a little kid,"

A small Grian runs across a dark wood floor, grinning. He had small little parrot wings that flared with excitement.

"Like really little, like 8 or so.."

Grian, with his tiny little wings, approached a towering door. It was cast in darkness, looming and intimidating.

"I was playing in my mother's study... a place in the house I wasn't supposed to go."

His mother's study was a dark room, lined with walls of animal skulls. One wall was dedicated to a detailed shrine, with an angelic figure carved in stone.

It felt sinister.

" My mother fancied herself a spiritual,"

Grian touched the shrine. A rush of air poured around it, running through Grian's feathers and hairs in an instant before fading. He grinned.

" Her study was filled with psychedelic decor"

Grian giggled, starting to run his hands around shelves. It contains more than originally seen; potions and herbs and crystals.

"She kept an eye in a bottle, on top of a shelf."

Grian is exiting now. He glances at the for-spoken bottle- a purple liquid with a glowing eye inside. It was an unusual eye, too, not a human one.

"And it shattered on the ground when I slammed the door.."

The sound of glass is loud, distinct. Grian gasped, opening the door for a second before realizing what had happened.

Oh no.

" I told my father everything,"

There was a large man looming over Grian. He didn't have parrot wings.

Strange.

"Told him I was so, so sorry.."

He bends down to Grian's level, lifting the sniffling kid's chin to look him in the eye.

"He told me, 'don't cry, when she comes home tonight..."

Grian is looking up willingly at his father as he talks, regaining the earlier energy slowly.

"'we can make everything ok.. this is all we have to say'"

It cuts to Grian & his father staring at an extremely angered woman. Her blonde hair falls in waves, matching Grian's. She also has no wings. Instead of blue eyes, she possess bright purple eyes that burn with the fury of a thousand.

"We don't remember an eye in a bottle, it must've fallen off its shelf alone."

"We know you loved it, we're so sad it's broken.. but neither one of us was even home."

The woman stared them down for a second longer before pinching her nose and sighing.

"And it's our word.."

Grian looked down at the floor, his wings drooping. He probably felt like he'd disappointed her.

"Yes, our word.."

His mother leans down, murmuring sweet things that lift Grian's attitude once more.

Her anger seems to have faded.