SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

And The Hound

is it just me or does everyone in your life not understand the basic fact that, hey, it's common decency that you shouldn't blast your fucking youtube video in a public area?

I DONT WANT TO HEAR YOUR SHITTY TASTE IN FUCKING MEDIA

PUT ON HEADPHONES YOU PIECE OF SHIT

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Rake of claws against a mirror,

Jimmy looked down at Grian. He felt slightly sick.

Something -the Watchers, surely- was.. doing something. Obviously, he wasn't stupid, Grian didn't tap into the very fabric of time without help, yet...

He doesn't want to believe what tale Rose was spinning.

Even so, that same tale lead him here- with Grian peacefully napping in the Po-Po's nest, wings spread out far and wide and feathers littered around him.

Grazing pelts we all once wore,

Jimmy winces, plucking one of his own feathers and tying it to one of Grian's own. Part one of the spell to connect him to Grian's... timespace, as Rose deemed it.

An element of the person, & an element of the traveler.

Timespace was weird. A past, future, present and somehow everything all at once. Everything about this was weird.

A kindling of a swordless bloodshed,

Rose had warned them this was risky- which was why Martyn wasn't participating, preferring to hide away as Jimmy dared to enter Grian spiritually. She'd said that there was a chance those wicked beings, Watchers, had been invading his brother's dreams.

If they were, chatting with the unconscious parrot infront of him, Rose told them the Watcher would be able to see Jimmy.

And recognize the Listener's flavor of magic.

Which made this far more dangerous.

The creaking of a voiceless door,

Jimmy inhaled, holding the bundle in his hand. He shoves the two feathers into a potion, watching the colors leak out into the strange watery substance that was vibrant green before the colors of Grian and Jimmy's wings muddled it into a murky brown. A concoction of herbs, magic and, now, their essence.

Or whatever Rose called it.

Grian is still sleeping infront of him, peacefully knocked out.

Where does a mind like your wonder?

Jimmy prayed Grian wasn't meeting with the demons toying with their world. That his brother wasn't hopelessly trapped within the clutches of entities far more powerful than him, that his brilliant, trailblazing mind couldn't possibly be lost to the stars above that taunted them.

When it's sung to sleep?

Maybe it was slightly mean, drugging his tea, but.. you have to do what you have to do.

Jimmy takes a breath. To enter Grian's time-space thing, he has to down this... is it a liquid? It's more like mud, that consistency, and it's dissolved the feathers...

This isn't going to eat his organs, right?

Right?

He chugs it.

It only takes a second for him to drift into darkness.

...

Jimmy can't open his eyes.