Grian-Centric (One-shots, I guess)

Sippty Six, Violet Manes

Summary: I participated in a hermitpadd writting event, and this is what happened!
MC: Grian, ImpulseSV
Warnings/Tags: Watcher Grian

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He shuffled through his items one by one searching for his booklet. Finally finding it, he took the velvet maroon covered leather-book into his hands. It was engrained with gold, his name, Xelqua...

Quill in his hands, he started to write. Deep violet flames that shone with the brightest of magenta blazes. Ruins of cobble and a massive snow empire, it was all a blur to him.

When did he even get this journal? Who is Xelqua? Why was he having these nightmares--

With the click of a pen, he put it away. Too tired in his state to think, Xelqua brought out his locket-necklace in the shape of a rectangle, though engraved onto it was what seemed to be a broken portal symbol...

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"Grian?! Grian!?! Weren't we going to have a meeting on the mycelium resistance headquarters? Are you there?? Grian?!?"

A voice rang through the halls of his mansion, echoing and snapping him out of his dream like stance. A light clank was heard although too far to hear from where the voice called.

Darting up from his bed, Grian let out a soft sigh and ran a hand through his messy hair. "C-coming!" he called, his voice cracking a little.

He shuffled over to where the voice came from, not bothering to change from his untidy pajamas, or even attempt to clean himself up a little.

Impulse was waiting for him and greeted the smaller Hermit with a smile before noticing the condition Grian was in. Dark circles shadowed his bleary eyes and cold sweat matted his hair on his forehead.

"Are you okay? You look a little... tired."

"Ye-yeah, just haven't been getting too much sleep lately. I'll be fine though, don't worry," The smaller Hermit smiles, trying to reassure the redstoner.

"Uh huh," Impulse didn't look like he agreed with Grian. "If you say so, G." He'll just keep an eye on the smaller boy.

As soon as they got to the super-secret entrance, Impulse put his hands on Grian's shoulder, he whipped around, staring at Impulse. "Huh?"

"Grian, I know you're tired" Impulse paused. "Cmon, you can sleep on the core." Impulse, much to Grian's surprise, didn't stand still when he refused to follow. Instead, the man dragged him by the arm, admittedly, Grian would have rathered to be held or to walk, but he gave in, following Impulse.

As the two got to the core, Grian blinked. "How am I supposed to get up there!?"

Impulse blinked once. "Grian, are you okay? How in the world did you just forget, you have wings! Shouldn't you be able to just fly up there?"

"Uh- yeah. That shouldn't be a problem, I guess- I guess I must just be really, really, tired." Grian explained, giving a nervous laugh at the end. He shakily opened his elytra, flying up to the core, and resting on its surface once he made it up to the top, a little slower than usual.

Grian had to admit, he really didn't feel like himself today. Even the simple act of flying ten metres, it felt so alien to him. Like he was a stranger in Grian's mind, with his life, and his memories. Every rational part of his mind said he was just feeling out of it, but then a name came to his mind, surfacing a wave of lost memories.

Xelqua.

But... who in the world was Xelqua?

Grian blinked, he made a mental note whilst stopping flight only to zoom past the surrounding area faster. Impulse attempting to follow quickly behind, but the sudden increase of movement made him confused...