#tucking 'you'll bury me beneath the tree i climbed when i was a child' into my back pocket...

[mooshroomterrarium]

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all the days of our delights are poison in my veins (from bitter water by the oh hellos)

(3rd Life SMP, Scar/Grian)

This game is going to end. The desert sand is sludge beneath their feet, a color Grian's eyes refuse to linger on, but still Scar's giggles fill the yawning night— he talks about winning like he doesn’t understand what that means, smiles at Grian big and stupid like he's never had anything to lose.

Grian wishes Scar wouldn't look at him like that. He wishes Scar would hate him, hurt him, give him a reason to ruin this. It would make the next part easier.

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