TW, 3rd LIFE SPOILERS, DEATH, SUICIDE.
Bdubs was dead, his blood slowly mixing into the pond that they all were stood in. Grian stepped forward, sword swinging in venomous rage and anguish.
“Traitor! Traitor Scar!” Grian sneered as he kept blindly swinging at Scar, the taller of the two stepped back and smiled despite being nicked and sliced. Grian paused as realization poured over him like ice water.
They were the only ones left in the arena.
Grian’s grip on his sword losses and Scar kneeled before him, hand placed over his heart as he stared straight up at the Avian.
“For everything you did to keep me alive this long you may slay me and take the enchanter.” Scar urged, always smiling, always happy to give himself to other people.
It made Grian nauseous, the avian swooped down to Kneel in front of the other and grasped Scar’s shoulders. “No, I literally cant’t!” He gasped.
“I can’t! I can’t! I can’t!”
They weren’t soft touches and happy feelings anymore. Nor were they monopoly mountain. they were Grian and Scar, and Grian and Scar were rough, destructive forces that push and molded each other into shape and in the same breath break each other apart.
Scar pulled Grian to his feet, ignoring the constant chirps their communicators made as ghosts cheered for them to kill each other.
“Okay so what do you want to do? Do you want to fix our sand castle?” Scar joked and Grian rolled his eyes.
“We can just say we won together, right?”
They both chuckled at this, only one of them is leaving this arena alive. They knew that but if playing pretend is what it takes for both of them not to break from the heaviness of it all, then so be it.
As the communicators filled with the cheers of their deceased friends. Grian turn to face Scar, hands ready to end his partner’s life.
Scar knew he was not going to live past this moment. Not because he would loose, well it was partially that, but mainly because he couldn’t hurt Grian. Despite it all, he was still clutching onto the memories of their dusty sand home that Grian had adorned, of Pizza, of hot afternoons and freezing nights.
Scar gave a bloodied grin as laugher left his lips and tears drowned his sorrow, he wasn’t fighting back, not fully anyway. Always punching to the side of Grian, particularly faking disorientation just so that he didn’t have to full on hurt the other. It didn’t take long before Scar felt his life drain from his body. And all it took was for one finally punch to the template for him to see red.
Grian held Scar’s lifeless body close. Guilt, regret, remorse, all of it ate at him. Grian stared down at Scar, tears dripping down his cheeks and swirling with Scar’s battered being.
Eventually the avian got up and walked toward the edge, taking one final look at ruined memories, this time it was Grian who smiled, “I’m sorry scar.” He whispered, hoping the other could hear him.
He didn’t fly like an avian should, instead he fell. In that last moment of consciousness he pulled one one thing to grasp into.
faded lavenders and decaying poppies.
Two promises were made that day. Scar vowed never to intentionally kill Grian and Grian vowed never to be partnered with Scar again.
Only one of those promises could be kept.
Okay so this was just me writing the final of 3rd life episode into corny angst LOL. If you enjoyed lemme know!
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