Hermitcraft one-shots

Preview of "In your eyes I see love"

<<You will now all be reading a little more then almost 1/5 out of my fic "In your eyes I see love" If you wish to read the entire thing then go to my Red Dusted Past book. And to anyone who's curious, this is an almost 5K  EXian fluff fic. That's all, please enjoy.>>

Grian was in a really happy mood today. He'd had a wonderful morning, having gotten a full eight hours of sleep, and it felt like a good day in general. His mood only increased when he meet Iskall and Mumbo in the reception area of Sahara, all three of them laughing at his "Gertrude the receptionist" voice. Not that his mama sounded anything like the voice he'd use, but a calm motherly voice wasn't a very good old lady receptionist, now was it? No it wasn't, so he kept to the voice that he felt fit more.

But he should have known better, things don't go up and stay up forever. They go up and they then go down, all that was different was how quick it would fall back down. And that was pretty damn fast today it seems.

It started simple enough, joking around about the horrible door Iskall made, then it turned to building. They agreed that Iskall and Mumbo would follow Grian's instructions on what to place where, but then Grian went and brought up him helping doing the redstone. Because that always ended well for him, didn't it?

His eyes who had been shining the entire day dulled as Iskall broke the door (the only way to get out of the shut door) as he and Mumbo walked out, Mumbo muttering "No"s all the while. His eyes lost all shine as Iskall shut the door on him, and walked away from him.

The beginning of tears burned at the corner of his eyes as the two walked off. Did they think so little of him that they didn't even trust him to place a few blocks? Did they really think he couldn't even follow simple instructions? What had he done to deserve such a bad redstone reputation? He had told everyone when he joined how a blind baby could do better redstone than him, but he didn't think they'd take it that seriously. (He chooses to ignore the fact that the first time he did redstone on the server it exploded, it was one time and it shouldn't count)

He huffed and blinked away the tears, as much as their actions hurt him he wouldn't let them control him. His mama told him to always keep his head held high, and his mama was usually always right.

So with a new resolve he broke down the door and jogged over to his fellow Architech's, a smile on his face that was reflected by the other two. And soon they were off building, and Grian relaxed. He remembers how his mama said that one upside with him being cursed was that he would relax more since he was more relaxed when building, but we all know it just made him sleep deprived instead since all his focus was on building instead of thinking up new contraptions in his head.

He almost walked of the unfinished roof when a sudden idea came to his mind, would he maybe break some of the curse if he looked at his old redstone idea book? Perhaps he wouldn't be able to build any of it, but maybe if he tried to deconstruct it in his head or on paper something would come to him. It wasn't much, and it might not even work, but it was all he had. So with that in thought he returned to building, a newfound determination fouling him to finish faster.

All three worked hard for six long hours, thought it felt more like only three for Grian, might be the builder in him focusing on building instead of time.

They said their goodbyes, Grian flying off and leaving Mumbo and Iskall at Sahara to work on the redstone.

Mumbo was watching his short friend leave with a frown, something was off with the dirty blond... But what? He turned to his Swedish friend for help to answer said question.

"Maybe he's sick?" Guessed Iskall, "You know him best, so if you don't know why then I'm not sure anyone will."

Mumbo was still concerned, but his shoulders were less tense, "Maybe." muttered the mustached man, turning he walked into the white structure with a Shulker of supplies that will be needed in hand.

As those two worked away Grian sat on the ground floor of his base with his old redstone book in front of him and a new book next to him. He had decided to dismantle the contraption in his head first and rebuild it there before doing the same thing again but on paper this time.

He was currently working on a hidden staircase and it was all going fairly well, even if it took awhile he eventually figure out what needed to be done and why it was done. He hadn't had progress like this for years. So he was very happy when he went off to bed, his spirits almost as high as they were this morning. He was so happy that he even went to bed at a reasonable time, 1AM precisely, for him at least. But in his happiness he forgot to put away his redstone book, so it was still laying open in the middle of the floor. Which would have been fine if not Doc coming by early the next morning to find it.