A/N: all parts that have a "- -" around are meant to have a strike through them. i wrote this on ao3, and i didn't know just how shitty wattpad formatting is
my eye is legit twitching rn. i am very annoyed >:|

AU/Season: DoubleLife

Ship(s): Scarian

Category/Genre: Short/Drabble, hurt/comfort??? (I don't know how to categorize things lmao)

CW: past character death and violence (you can thank third life for that); 1 mention of cheating 

Scar and Grian ran.

Ran from the red lives. From the ones hunting them down with full intention of killing them. From the ones who wouldn't stop until their goals were fulfilled.

They ran, but that wouldn't keep them alive forever. They needed to hide.

And so Grian pulled Scar into a crude hole dug into a mountainside.

And in that crude hole they hide, pressed flush against each other. Breath catching in both their chests. -It was from the chase. There was no other possible reason why the tips of Scar's ears were red. No other reason for Grian's face was turning the same shade as his sweater. No reason at all.-

Of course, it was Scar who did the reasonable thing and widened the cave's space. -Grian was to busy in his own head to think straight.-

It was also Scar that set up their things. Scar who tried to make things cozier in their little cave.

It was Scar, who stayed by his side in all these games. Who made him smile even through the bloodshed. Who made enemies and put him in danger, but fought tooth and nail for him. Who put up with him even when he was difficult, because he was just as stubborn. Who he had cheated on, and yet had still chose to stay with him.

Scar, who now, with a hopeful smile on his face, patted the space next to him on the bed, offering comfort.

And Grian knew it was a bad idea to get close to Scar. Even if the Watchers had declared it so, that they were destined to be together. Because Grian was destined to hurt Scar. Destined to be the one to end things. -Desert sun beating down on him relentlessly. A ring of cactus standing tall, as if to mock him. Blood staining his hands as he cradled Scar's limp body. The crack of bones as he hit the ground.-

He knew it was a bad idea.

But he went through with it anyway.

He slipped into the bed right next to Scar. He let his wings out. He let himself be embraced by Scar.

He let himself live in the moment for once. He let himself not worry about the future. He let himself enjoy the delicate kisses. The arms holding him gently. The hands that brushed across his wings lightly. The vibrations from Scar's chest as he hummed softly.

He let himself just simply live. Live in the warm embrace of his soulmate, because on this server, you never knew when the next chance to do that was. -If there even was a next time.-

And so he feel asleep eventually fell asleep, curled up in his soulmate's arms.