#grigb

Grian shudders with dread, he needs some kind of action plan to get Joel and Etho off their backs and fast.

He’s deep in thought, trying to form any sort of plan he can with the constraints of time when hands grab his shoulders from behind. He screams, startled, and whirls around to face whoever it is, sword drawn. Adrenaline pumps through his veins, heart sounding in his ears.

What he sees is a blue sweater, and two hands help up for Grian to clearly see. “Easy there Grian, it’s just me.” At the sound of his secret soulmate’s voice, the tension from his shoulders eases, and he lowers his sword.

“Bigb, you scared the life out of me!” Grian exclaims, drawing a chuckle from the red life. He takes a good look at the other, finding that his posture seems tense, uneasy. It makes Grian frown, seeing a nervous glint in Bigb’s eyes. “Something tells me this isn’t just a quick smooch and run, is it?” He asks.

“Am I that obvious?” Bigb chuckles once more, but it sounds tight. Nervous.

Images from another world flash in Grian’s mind, multiple worlds in fact. His heart squeezes in his chest, and his hand twitches, wanting to reach out for Bigb’s and hold it.

He settles for a small, terribly fond smile instead, “Only to me.” Grian responds cheekily, and Bigb cracks a smile.

He takes a breath, glancing around before his gaze settles on Grian once more. “Okay, the pool party that Impulse and Bdubs are hosting? Don’t go to it.” Bigb says strictly, and Grian raises a brow.

“Oh?” He hums, “But I’ve already gotten a swimsuit and everything. Got myself a nice pair of trunks, parrot themed.” It’s clearly a joke, with the way Grian says it, but his words only serve to make Bigb’s expression tighten.

Bigb takes both of Grian’s hands in his own, holding them tight and close to his chest. “Grian if you go you will die. Promise me you won’t go.” He says; and his tone is just short of begging. Bigb pleads with his eyes, letting his desperation to protect his secret soulmate do all of the talking.

It startles Grian, just how fiercely Bigb wants to protect him. His heart jumps, and he moves his hands to hold Bigb’s in return. “I won’t, I promise.” He swears, and Bigb looks at him. “I swear it, I won’t! I swear on your cookie!” Grian laughs and Bigb laughs softly with him.

Taking a step closer to him, Bigb gently knocks their foreheads together. With him this close, Grian can smell a faint scent of vanilla and sugar, with the slightest twinge of chocolate. “Good.” Bigb breathes, nodding against him.

Grian looks at him, biting his lip with a bit of hesitance. But before he can talk himself out of it, he lifts himself up and presses their lips together in a chaste kiss. He’d love to kiss Bigb proper, but they’re working on limited time.

So he pulls back, giggles at Bigb’s flustered expression. “Thank you for the heads up, secret soulmate.” He grins before pulling himself away. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have two red lives to earn the favor of.”

And scar as C

HE SAID DONT LAUGH!!!