#human!scar

 They were both still trying to figure out how this bond worked. After all, there really wasn’t another positive bond to go off of. Grian’s species was dubbed ‘pet’ avians for a reason. People who sought them out did not have the best intentions and the forced bond was used to completely control the avian.

 Scar wasn’t like that though. He hadn’t even realized what he had done when he found Grian injured and helped fix his wings. Didn’t realize that by touching them that he had solidified a bond where he had complete control over Grian. But when he did find out, Scar was incredibly apologetic and has since never ordered Grian to do anything. Thus, their bond has grown into something that Grian has never seen before.

 He thinks about their bond now, as Grian sits on top of Scar’s desk as he preens his wings for him. One might think it would be difficult for Scar to preen such small wings but Scar, at this point, had years of experience and Grian never felt so much as a sting of pain.

 “Thank you, Scar.” Grian said as Scar finished up. Grian wasn’t actually one to say his thanks out loud all of the time, he didn’t have to. He knew Scar could feel it through their bond. But thinking about it made Grian feel someway, and the thank you wasn’t just for the current preening. Not that Scar picked up on it.

 “Of course! I love preening your wings, they’re so fluffy and soft.” Scar reached down again and rubbed a thumb across Grian’s right wing. Grian practically melted on the spot but was able to pull himself together when Scar took his hand back.

 Grian stood up and stretched, his wings puffed up on either side of him before folding again to sit at his back. Scar watched, just as mesmerized as always. Coming from anyone else, Grian would assume bad intent, but he knew Scar looking at his wings like that was simply and innocently from pure awe. Even after all these years they had known each other.

 “Well, I’m gonna go work some more on my base.” Grian said, preparing to fly off.

 “Alright. You’ll be careful, right?” Scar said and Grian couldn’t help the small smile that formed at the question. Scar always did it so effortlessly, avoiding giving Grian any commands. And Grian was eternally grateful.