(ON HOLD)Behind Closed Doors | Hermitcraft

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❝ I'ᴍ ғɪɴᴇ. ❞

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"Taurtis, why are you out here?"

"I can ask you the same thing Grian." The young make smiled, looking back to his friend. However, upon getting a better look, a frown formed on his face. "Did they... hurt you again?"

Grian rubbed the side of his face, a red handprint noticeable on the left cheek where his scarring was. His hair was singed as well, clotted with bits of blood and some tiny glass shards in the back of his head. His left arm, although already scarred from the fires of his past had a few new noticeable burns. "They..... T-They did...."

"What did they do this time..?" He walked over to Grian and rubbed circles on his back, sighing softly.

"They were drunk and slapped me for coming home past curfew. They decided I need more punishment, s-so they..... s-so they grabbed their empty bottles pf alcohol and smashed it on the back o' my head. After that, they- t-they grabbed some cigarettes and pressed them into my skin. Finally they- they put my head near the fireplace because they k-knew I didn't like being near flames, a-and they let my hair get a little burned before p-pulling me away." Tears welled up in the child's eyes as he hugged his best friend.

Taurtis looked him dead in his eyes, "I promise I'm gonna get you out of this orphanage, you and me together. Those caretakers are bullies, putting all the punishment on you."

"You.... You promise you won't leave me...? Sissy and my parents left me........" Grian looked up to him, bringing up his arms to wipe away his tears.

"I promise."

They sat there under the stars for a long time, as the only sound that filled the air was the soft chirping from crickets. Fireflies lit up the grasses nearby, sometimes flying around, as the two children soaked it all in.

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Grian stared at Stress, opening his mouth to speak but finding no words able to escape his tongue. He stood there, absolutely dumbfounded, and probably had some some look on his face. "What's with that stupid look on your face?" The woman giggled for a soft moment, expecting a response for the dirty blonde. Yep, had a stupid look on his face.

"What.... How did you come up with that...?" Grian sighed, glancing back to Stress. He crossed his arms, still letting all these thoughts run rampant in his head, racking his mind for things to say. He kept a stiffened pose as he silently stared at Stress.

"Well, you know, you always kind of defend the vigilante when people bring him up in conversations. You go out a lot, don't seem to really be threatened by the murderer, you're confident in your business even though the vigilante has exposed multiple unfortunate things. So also, when the vigilante almost got caught the one night and took a heavy fall into the water, that fall would of really hurt them. That was around the same time you went missing for a few hours, so... do ya bloody know them?" She tilted her head, staring into Grian's deep green eyes.

"Wow, you should be a detective or something. Way better for the vigilante case than False or Mumbo so far, but uh, guess you could say I know them..." Grian couldn't help but stand there, fidgeting a bit in his position.