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Weddings and Funerals - Grian- Songfic

(A/N I only did part of the song, I know, but honestly it felt like a good place to stop. Id din't have anywhere else to go with the story. A n y w a y I'm really liking this oneshot! Stopwastingyourtimereadingthis :>)

I spoke to you last night

Said everything's alright

Told you I was doing something special

Grian and Taurtis had big plans for tomorrow. The blond Evolutionist had been dragging his best friend into his pranks for as long as they had known each other. Today, though, Taurtis was out grinding away for materials with another friend, Solidarity.

Grian, being the sleep deprived builder that he was, had been forced to promise his friend to get to sleep at a reasonable time. He rubbed his eyes and reached over to his chatbox, fumbling with the metal device.

<Grian> ay, goodnight, have fun grinding

<Taurtis> WHAT THE- GRIAN

you shouldn't still be up idiot

it's literally 1:03am

<Grian> common sense is overrated

<Grian> night

<Taurtis> . . .

night

Today I got the word

You didn't deserve

I hung up when I heard what happened

Grian dropped the gray chatbox, his head spinning with the words of the most recent message from Solidarity. 'I did all I could.'

'He could have done more. He should have done more! I. . . I should have done more.'

Taurtis and Solidarity had been mining into a mountain, almost done gathering all that they needed. That meant that a considerable amount of material was gone from that spot. Sure, they had moved around, but eventually they decided that 'hey, we're almost done, no sense in moving around again for only a few more stacks.'

After all, how could they have known the mountain would collapse?

I thought I'd see you, I'd see you again

With a joint or a drink in your hand

Now you're covered in roses instead

Grian couldn't get it into his head that Taurtis was gone. It didn't seem real. Taurtis had probably decided he wanted to head up a prank, and got Solidarity in on it. Right? Ha, ha ha.

It wasn't funny anymore.

The other members of the server kept looking at him funnily. Some seemed concerned. Others seemed . . . scared. 'Whatever. I'm sure you'll tell me when you're ready, everyone who's gotten in on this. Taurtis, I swear I'm gonna get back at you 100 times worse.'

He wasn't mumbling constantly. He was just speaking to himself to get his thoughts in order. If it helped, it helped.

There weren't any bags under his eyes! He went to bed at 1:03am every night, many Evolutionists got less sleep than he did.

His fingernails weren't split and cracked, and his knuckles weren't scabbed and scraped up. He didn't continually yank at his hair and he wasn't disoriented.