sorrowdart

[sorrowdart]

Scarian modern AU fic!

Hey, this is my first Tumblr post! I am currently writing a fic about Scarian, here is one of the moments they interact in the story. Lots of gay pining (:<

Scar/grian

Teen&up

Fluff, SFW

Taking a deep breath, the crowd finally fades to a quiet ringing in his ears.  

In the corner of the room, a staircase leads somewhere upstairs. In hopes of searching for a bathroom, Grian quickly climbed the stairs.

He was met with a short hallway and dim lights, a half opened door leading to a washroom. Grian sighs in relief, turning on the faucet. The water ran cold, and Grian happily splashed it into his face. 

As the drops of cool water ran down his face, the sound of rushing water almost distracted himself from hearing a sudden creak in the floor boards. Grian switched off the water, the sound definitely wasn’t coming from inside the small bathroom. He pushed open the wooden door to further investigate.

As the light poured out of the room, Scar’s face came into view. He was climbing up the stairs before the shine hit him. Slightly blinded, he used his hand to cast a shadow under his eyes.

“Scar?” Grian asked quietly, feeling his heart thump again. Suddenly realizing something, he flipped the light switch to spare Scar some dignity.

Grian could see the moment Scar realized it was him. Scar’s face brightened instantly, and a wide grin spread across his face. “Grian! I’ve been looking all over for you!” he exclaimed, his cheerful tone lifting the entire room. He finally reached the top of the staircase, balancing himself on his forearm crutches.

“Scott mentioned you were around, so I thought I’d stop by and say hi.” Scar paused, considering if his words sounded too awkward. “So… hi!”

Grian’s cheeks flushed, his grin growing wider as he mumbled, “Hi, Scar.” The words came out a little breathless, like he hadn’t quite expected to sound so eager.

Scar was looking effortlessly attractive tonight, his long green flannel hanging casually over his frame like it was made just for him. Grian couldn't help but get lost in the sight of his defined shoulders— until Scar’s voice cut through the air, pulling him out of his trance. 

“Did I dress too fancy?” Scar asks nervously, assuming Grian was staring at him for a reason. He fidgeted with his belt loops, curling his thumb around the fabric.

“No, no. It looks good.” Grian reassured quickly, and he truly did mean it. He glanced over his shirt once again, noticing that his collar had gotten a bit ruffled.

Without thinking, Grian reached over and adjusted the fabric, folding it over until the collar was faced correctly. For extra measure, he smoothed out the wrinkles the best he could. 

It was only then that Grian realized the proximity between them was unnecessarily close.

Suddenly very hyper aware of the breath on Grian’s face, he quickly backed away to put some space between them. His gaze drifted off to the staircase railing, he couldn’t bear to meet Scar’s gaze after that.

“It was just a bit uneven, is all.” Grian struggled to explain, scratching at his neck awkwardly. 

After a silent pause on the other end, Grian finally found the courage to catch his eye. Thankfully, Scar didn’t seem to look bothered. Maybe a bit taken aback, but not uncomfortable.

Scar swallowed, forcing his mouth to form a sentence to keep the conversation flowing. “Ah, thanks for fixing it.” He stammered. “Now I won’t look like a fool.”

Grian raised an eyebrow and gave him a funny look. “You always look like a fool.” He replied, a sly smile plastered on his face.

Scar returned the look, a smile on his face even after being playfully insulted. “Thanks.” He said, putting on a sarcastic voice.

The noise coming from downstairs had now increased in volume by sheer amounts. They both listened as Skizz shouted Chappell Roan into the amplified microphone.

“Sounds like fun, downstairs.” Scar commented with a snicker.

“Sounds like I’m gonna pop an eardrum if I get any closer," Grian muttered. Somehow, Skizz had mastered the art of ruining every good song with just his voice.

“You know," Scar said, with a tentative glance, "we were both invited to karaoke."

“Are you trying to convince me to go socialize downstairs?”

“Maybe?” Scar said with a small laugh.

Grian crossed his arms, grinning. “Yeah right, I would need to get totally drunk to even consider it.”

“Alright, alright. No karaoke.” Scar sighed. “But… maybe a drink?” 

It would be nice to feel a bit looser, Grian thought. “Sure, why not?”

The two began to descend the staircase, Grian trailing not too far behind. The kitchen was empty now, most people were gathered around for karaoke. 

Opening the cooler, Grian grabbed a small canned beer from the back. He cracked it open and raised it to his lips. Even though the can was frigid to the touch, sipping it caused a warm feeling to settle in his gut.

Putting the drink down, he glanced at what Scar was drinking. “Never took you for a cocktail kind of guy.” Grian mumbled as he leaned into the counter.

“Never judge a book by its cover!” Scar said with a shrug, “Besides, I only like it because it’s not too bitter.”

Grian hummed in acknowledgment. He trusted Scar’s judgment— he wasn’t much of a drinker himself, anyway. House parties and the occasional Friday bar night were the only times he let himself loosen up.

“So, what are you gonna do for Fall break?” Grian eventually asked, taking another swig at his drink.

Scar paused, a concentrated look on his face as he thought. “Nothing, really. I don’t hang around much. But I might take some extra shifts at work.” 

Grian blinked, clearly thrown off, and turned a bewildered gaze his way. “Really? You’re the most social person I know!”

“Yeah, well, once break hits I’ll enjoy the silence a little too much and then never make any plans!” Scar complained, clearly having experienced this problem before.

“So you're saying I should invade your home and drag you outside when I want to hangout?” Grian said in a softer voice, sporting a playful smile.

“Hah, sure. You better follow up on that offer.” Scar said, returning the smile.