SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

she was a bird, i was an arrow

short af

but

but

i had to

lol

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She was a bird,

Brilliant red feathers brushed his face. He chased after them, running through the small area of their preschool.

I was an arrow,

Taurtis called out, watching Grian take off with his small parrot wings and snicker in the air.

"whe'e are you go'ng!!1?!"

Grian grinned down.

"somewhere!!"

"can i come?"

"Sure!"

Both of us sure we were sword and a sparrow.

Taurtis remembers the days of running in friendly games of tag, chasing people around and exploring every inch of their circumstances.

However unlucky they both were, it always felt like a fun adventure with the other.

So when we flew,

Dark sky, high moon. The tense air of halloween.

We never knew..

Blood, splattering on the ground.

Taurtis, gasping.

The fire of the crash, darkness closing in on his vision.

Grian, sobbing.

sobbing. 

because of him.

Because of him.

There in the air,

Taurtis remembers escaping the hospital. Wandering the streets ofJapan.

I felt her feathers

He remembers seeing Grian again.

Wearing stained and tattered blue, fear pooling in his eyes.

Taurtis felt sick.

First all at once,

He had caused this- one wrong comment had turned Sam into a monster towards the one he cared for so deeply.

Taurtis swore it'd never happen again.

Then all together.

He lied.

He lied.

Now, Taurtis was watching Grian back away. His wings were closed, coiled tightly next to his spine.

They stood over him, with sickening grins. Taurtis felt the tears streaming down his eyes.

He didn't stop crying for a long while.

When I went through, that's when I knew...

 It felt like his fault, his terrible fault.

Wherever Taurtis was, Grian was.

Whenever Taurtis slipped up, Grian paid the price.

He was gone. Gone, for good, now.

Taurtis wished he'd stayed in the Downside Up, hiding away. Maybe Grian would still be here.

Maybe none of this would've happened.

I'm a killer, 

Divorce papers. Abandonment. 

Child abuse and the hurt they all felt at that kindergarten.

And a killer,

Blue shirts, headphones.

Toritos and knives.

Guns and fear.

Is a bad, bad thing to be.

Now, here, with the eyes.

The confirmation.

Taurtis would always cause Grian pain.

It wasn't a question anymore.

She's a giver,

Even though Grian had to have known, he was always there- reassuring Taurtis, sobbing in dark corners with him.

And a giver's even worse for folks like me,

Pretending that it wasn't all his fault.

But it was. 

It was always Taurtis' fault. He was a bad omen to any who dared come near.

It felt so horrible, to be like that.

'Cause I never really wanna be the one,

Taurtis disappeared, after Evo. He didn't want to hurt the others.

Like he'd hurt Grian so harshly.

To hurt somebody,

He hid away, disappearing to a private world. No one came after him, leaving Taurtis to his memories and wounds.

Still it just keeps happening..

Leaving him to watch the sky, painful reminders of red feathers that once dragged him all around, to play tag. To escape.

Yeah, It just keeps happening

Reminders of red feathers turned purple, snatched away from him one last time.

In the future, Taurtis would see Grian's face on billboards advertising the newest member of Hermitcraft.

Still, he stayed far away, watching from the shadows as Grian's fame rose. As his life grew, turning into a bittersweet poppy without the interference of Taurtis.

Sometimes he wished they could fly, sword & sparrow, together again.

He's not a fool.

The arrow will always pierce the bird. No matter what. No matter what he felt towards Grian, and what Grian felt towards him.

Rocks and feathers never did go together. Every metaphor spelled trouble.

A fate as old as time, never broken.

 Taurtis sits on his house, watching the horizon. It's nights like these when he misses the wings of his friend, his partner, to an unbearable amount. It's nights like these when he reminds himself of his own failures.

Yet, perhaps, somewhere, Grian is watched the same horizon, missing the sword to his sparrow.

Even if it was never meant to be.

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