SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

i was a bird, he was an arrow

sOMEONE WROTE THE REVERSE PERSPECTIVE SOOO YK WHAT I HAD TO DO

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(nOTE: THE ARTIST MADE IT A FULL SONG SO IG ILL HAVE TO DO THAT ONE TOO LATER)

(double note: FUCKING WATTPAD SAYS SHORTS ARE VALID LINKS SO WE GET THE LINK IN THE COMMENTS HERE INSTEAD)

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i was a bird,

Grian grasped his hand tight, grin bright like the sun he was named after. Soft feathers curled around his form, brilliant sunlight hitting the twin flames.

It felt perfect.

he was an arrow,

It was beach-day. Grian watched with a skeptical eye as Taurtis clung to the tall pillars of shaky sand, throwing Grian a thumbs-up, although it shook with the mass of pebbles.

"Idiot."

Although Grian is sure he meant to say it like a curse, it was fond and loving.

I was allured,

Taurtis fell. Grian snapped into action, catching the kid before he could face-plant and bust open his skull.

Again.

Sam made some remark about love-birds, and Grian shouted something down along the lines of 'fuck-you'.

by the straight & the narrow.

Perhaps, maybe, slightly, Grian was bewitched at the sight of shirt-less Taurtis.

He's pretending the rose blush on his cheeks is from the heat, because it totally is. Totally.

What could I do?

The crystal memories that radiated joy are hit with a sharp fog that shatters the glass images of peaceful times. Sam pushed through the fog, rolling his eyes.

"That one teacher is telling us to hang ourselves."

"Fuck him."

The image flickered, distorting and waving like a flag in the sand. Rapidly, he could see the sun-baked brown of sand, then the grey concrete- almost white in the full moon's light.

Grian is thrown, full force, onto the concrete. Blood is already staining it.

Taurtis' blood.

His aim was true..

Fire. An infernal blaze, the heat of the sun forgotten in the midst of the sharp wreckage. Grian sobbed into the phone, begging for someone to come.

It wasn't long before blue flashes joined the red of flames.

From there, the world blurred. Blue clothes, green forage. Blood, everywhere in sight.

The dusty wood of the 'Kissing Shed'

Days passed, although vague and blurry. As though looking through the same fog that had permeated that night.

Straight to the heart,

Grian could stand the insults; bloody steel and red eyes.

Then 'Jerry' appeared.

It was Taurtis, actually. Taurtis, wearing a hospital gown with some weird & broken type of amnesia.

Just his presence made Grian want to sob.

I let it happen.

Things got worse. Grian heard the whispers Sam spilled, the 'discreet' rumors.

Sam was saying Grian stabbed Taurtis. Right to 'Jerry's face, spitting lies and trying to drag Grian down with them.

I couldn't hardly have ever imagined that

The gaslighting got worse.

Every fucking moment, there was another snappy remark from Sam, a sideways glance from 'Jerry'.

Grian didn't kill Taurtis. He swears.

he swears.

When it finally, finally stopped, they were lying on a lawn together. Something had hit Taurtis on the head, something had fixed him.

when he went through me, he'd hate what he's doing..

When they'd retreated into the house, Grian explained. Told his best-friend everything.

Even the fire that had surrounded him for far too long, even when he'd escaped the wreckage. 

Taurtis had ended up sobbing into Grian's shoulder. Grian had sat by and comforting him, in the darkness of his shitty bed.

"i-i'm so sorry."

"don't worry."

and make me feel stupid, for choosing him too..

In the weeks that followed, Grian wondered why he was here.

What had brought him to this terrible place, this horrid land of death and destruction and fire?

...He supposes it's natural.

It's.. natural.

'cause I'm a giver,

White fur & hazel eyes turned a burning red.

and a giver is a

A meadow, once a happy place.

The darkness of a cave, once a safe-place.

bad, bad thing to be.

Black.

Purple.

Feathers that aren't his own.

he's a killer,

Taurtis, care-free.

The cause.

and a killer's

Taurtis, laughing, watching it happen.

Letting it happen.

even worse for folks like me

Sure, maybe this time, he sobbed.

whatif he'd sobbed anywhere else?

would that.. change things?

(no)

cause I never really wanna feel the hurt from anybody

Sam, Olga, Xeyla.

.....

Taurtis should be on that list too.

but it just keeps happening, 

Currently, Grian is bandaging a void-burn. Xonyd keeps snaking glances at him.

The world is dark, crisp and painful.

He's a fool.

yeah it just keeps happening

Sometimes, Grian thinks of his long-lost love. He has mixed feelings. Memories of soft embraces, warm days on the beach.

Blood staining concrete, a sickly familiar cave. He thinks he loves Taurtis, still.

He thinks he hates him too.

Even when things change, when Grian becomes someone again, when he builds monuments out of the ground, his mind still wanders to that narrow little boy he once loved.

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is this shit 

please be honest

i think im afflicted by that thing where, like, the person who cooks food thinks its worse 'cause they've been breathing in all of the scents for about an hour and aren't like excited or some shit

but make it writing & 4 hours.

:)