#whisperwritingstuff

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JinglersLastFan: 'hey doc how do i confort a distressed avian while tied up'

FluffyGoat: 'keep your mouth shut and give me more details'

JinglersLastFan: 'so we fucked and i thought it was great but now he's sobbing on hotguy while playing with his balls and talking'

FluffyGoat: 'why is cuteguy at the concave'

JinglersLastFan: 'well i made cookies and they weren't wrong so that's why cuteguy is here'

FluffyGoat: 'none of that makes sense little horror'

JinglersLastFan: 'what part of it doesnt make sense? i mean i guess the crying. i don't get that part either.'

FluffyGoat: 'start again. from the beginning'

JinglersLastFan: 'so i was doing a scheme, did you see the news?'

FluffyGoat: 'yes i did hear you had a fight'

JinglersLastFan: 'did you see it?'

FluffyGoat: 'no i have not seen it i was on shift and now ren and i are having dinner'

JinglersLastFan: 'well long story short hotguy and i are now both part cat'

FluffyGoat: 'what do you mean you are part cats'

'ren says bark bark'

JinglersLastFan: 'part cat. we have cat tails and cat ears and claws and can meow and purr'

FluffyGoat: [remote diagnostic ping- stand by]

[remote diagnostic complete. no errors found]

Scar reached out to carefully run his claws through Grians hair where he slept, his face smushed into Scars chest. They had stayed at the Perimeter til late in the evening, Grian and Doc playing around on the ButterBots for most of that time. Now, back at the castle, Grian had crashed hard after his shower. Crashed right into Scar that is, who had been lounging on the kings bed.

A soft smile played around Scars lips as he studied Grians sleeping face. After recovering from the startling experience that was suddenly finding himself in the middle of a huge hole, Scar had watched most of his summoners antics from the safety of Cubs arms. The amount of power and prowess his summoner had shown even in a playful environment was dazzling. It called to Scar, made him want to serve this powerful entity with his whole being.

He had been taking such good care of them too- Scar thinks this is the most people he's ever had to eat in such a short time frame, not to mention the amount of diamonds and cake he's been fed. Magic too, so much rich, dizzying, enticing, delicious magic. Scar is practically bursting with it, feeling it throb hot and ready within him.

Grian would understand them, he's sure of it.

"Don't." Cub clicks, interrupting Scars thoughts. "I can see you getting attached from here. Don't."

"But he's so much like us!" Scar protests, still running his claws through Grians hair.

"You're tired. Let's talk about this tomorrow, when we both have a clear head." Cub clicked, floating over to the bed and curling up next to Scar.

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The next morning does not change Scars mind.

"We could have a good thing here!" Scar clicks at Cub during breakfast.

"We should find a way to off him and take back our freedom." Cub replies.

--- "He lets us eat people! Gives them to us to eat even!" Scar protests later, on the way to the library.

"He is using us to further is own agenda." Cub clicks back. "Distract him if he starts looking for me, I'm going to see what I can find on his kind of magic in here." Cub phases through a bookshelf and is out of Scars sight before he can reply.

Scar pouts about this, but does distract Grian when he gets bored in his meeting so he doesn't wonder where Cub went. The scalp scritches he gets from this only partially influenced his decision.

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"He doesn't even see us as people." Cub brings up later that night, while Grian is busy preening his wings. Both Vex have taken up residence on the edge of the beds swooping and ridiculously high canopy. Scar approves of it, the pillars that hold it up are great for both climbing on and wrapping around seductively.

"We could tell him." Scar immediately shoots back. "Really!" he counters Cubs skeptical look. "He would still take care of us! Have you seen him with his Withers? Noone-"

"And who is to say he wouldn't just break us and keep us as mindless beasts?" Cub asks. "No, telling him is too risky."

"Yoohooo, Cat, Bunny, its bath time! And lets figure out if those wings of yours need preening." Grian calls from below, ending their discussion.

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Bath time was not the problem. Scar enjoyed splashing about the ginormous tub Grian had in his bathroom, piling bubbles high, blowing them in everyone's faces, splashing water everywhere and generally being a nuisance. No, the issue was what came after.

"Come here Cat." Grian plopped down on the bed, motioning for Scar to join him. "Lets take a look at those wings, see what we're dealing with." He put down a book and opened it to a page depicting diagrams of different kinds of wings.

"Cat?" he looked up to where Scar hovered frozen.

My wings, Scar thought. He wants to touch my wings.

Its not like Grian had never touched either of their wings. Given how Scar had a habit of draping his entire body on him, accidental touched and little brushes were unavoidable. But he had never purposefully handled either of their wings.

"Go on then. You trust him, don't you?" Cub challenges from above. And yet, Scar still hesitates. Hesitates to put the literal manifestation of his soul and flight ability, given shape through magic, into the hands of his summoner.

"Get down here Cat." Grian grouses, obviously impatient. Slowly Scar descends, not being able to disobey a direct order given by his summoner. As slowly as he can justify as still obeying, he floats down until he is face to face with Grian. Who just grabs him by the shoulder and turns him around. Before reaching out to grab his wings and spread them wide.

Scar jolts at the contact.

"Stay." comes the firm command from behind him and Scar is trapped.

"Hrmmm..." Grian theatrically hems and haws from behind Scar, holding up his book, trying to match Scars wings to anything in it.

"Why don't you lot have feathers? Feathers make preening so much easier!" Grian is running his hands over the base of Scars wings, his hot touch searing electric lines that blaze in the wake of his hand onto Scars skin. "Not even down fluff, just skin, all skin! I have no idea what to DO with any of this!" He still hasn't stopped petting Scars wing. The magic bubbling out of him, the faint pricks of Grians claws sliding over such sensitive skin has shivers running over Scar, has him tense and ready to snap physically and yet melting to utter mush mentally.

Just the bits of magic permeating through the barrier of Grians skin onto the sensitive membranes of Scars wings have his mind spinning and his instincts crooning in delight.

Scar physically collapses into Grians arms as magic and instinct pull him under the waves of his own mind, open, empty and pliant.

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Scars next memory is of Cub petting his hair. Soft sunlight bathes them in a golden glow. Even softer sheets surround them. The scent of purple ozone that makes the brain itch when one thought about it too much hung in the air. Cub is quietly clicking a litany of 'come back to me's and 'wake up's, magic gently and lovingly woven into each one.

Scars mind returns to him slowly, like rising from the molasses of a good dream.

"Hmmm." he manages out, then snuggles deeper into Cubs arms. He's so relaxed, he wants to enjoy this soft floating feeling a bit longer.

"You've been out for three days" Cub whispers. "I've been trying to wake you up every chance I got." Cubs voice is hollow, in a way Scar has never heard before. That's not right. Cub should not be sounding so hollow, so sad. He should be happy!

Scar goes to say as much, only to discover that speaking requires too much effort. Instead he sighs and continues to enjoy the soft fluff left in his body and mind.

"I thought I lost you." Cub whispers next to him. Whispers, not clicks. The wobble of a barely suppressed sob is glaringly obvious to Scar.

'I'm here' he clicks to Cub. His pack should not be crying. There is nothing to cry about! He's so nice and relaxed floating on the high of... his ... summoners..... magic.

---

Scar jerks upright with a gasp, heart pounding out of his chest. Cub, next to him, takes in the golden, scarred skin, the chocolate brown hair and emerald green eyes. His Scar is truly back. Cub had shifted out of his vex forward form himself, silvery blue giving way to pale skin and black hair. It's not a wise thing to do, what with Grian still sleeping peacefully next to them. He needed this though, needed to see with his own eyes that Scar had not been wiped away like yesterdays equations on a chalk board.

Scar was here, he was whole, in his arms, Scar was here. He had not been turned into a Scar shaped void, a living corpse of his other half that he would have to see every day until he finally got them free of this mess.

Unshed tears of the past three tense days finally fall from Cubs lashes as he buries his head in Scars neck.

---

Their argument was not over after this.

Scar insisted it was an accident, willing to trust that Grian, if told what he had done, would not repeat the actions.

Cub was out for blood. He spent every minute he was willing to leave Scar alone with Grian combing the library looking for something. He never said what. Scar did not need to know.

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"We should tell him. That we're, you know, people." Scar clicked, as they floated to breakfast the next morning. "Think about it. I'm sure he wouldn't be mad at us for hiding it, and then we could tell him when-" "No." Cub cut him off. "We kill him, and the get the hell out of dodge." Scar had Cub pinned to the nearest wall, claws circling his throat before he was even aware he had moved. Cub immediately relaxed in his grip. Scar slowly lowered his hand when Cub didn't push the issue once pinned.

"Let's not be so hasty about it. I'm sure we can work out something that all sides can agree on, yes?" Scar put on his most winning salesman smile.

"I'm sure." Cub said, completely deadpan. Scar knew he would continue to plot against their summoner, and was happy to let him do so, so long as he didn't voice those thoughts and get Scars instincts all twisted up.

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"Hey Scar." Cub had just returned from his nightly trip to the library, leaving only after Grian fell asleep and returning well before he awoke. "I might have something. Nothing... final, but a way to... hold him should we need it."

"We won't." Scar argued. "Can't you see, he only has our best interest at heart! He may be a little confused on what that is, but hes trying!"

"Scar. He nearly wiped your brain clean by accident. We need to be as far away from him as we can." Cub was not listening to Scar. "But Cubbie, that's exactly why we need to talk to him! You know, talking, using our words, to tell the summonerman what we need, what we want-" Cub bodily slamming him down on the bed put an abrupt halt to the charm Scar was weaving with his words. The rage clouding Cubs face actually had increased with each magic laced word.

"Don't."Cub snarled. "Not for him. Not when he nearly cost me you." Fury blazed high in his eyes as he met Scars. Shuffling from the other side of the bed drew their attention. Grian had woken up.

Scar went lax under Cub, conceding his defeat to not having won over Cub, and not wanting to prolong their fight. Grian didn't like it when they fought. He would fret over them, and that made Cub nervous. Cub had been staying as far away as possible from Grian ever since the wing incident.

Scar whined out a high ton as Cub let him go and returned to the far side of the room. He hated fighting with pack. This was far from the first time they had gotten into an argument, not even the first of this magnitude, but he still hated being at odds with pack.

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"I still trust him!" Scar was hissing his clicks, pinned down by Cub against the office wall.

"We will be better off once he's dead!" Cub shot back, teeth snapping dangerously close to Scars skin.

"Alright, that is IT, I have had it with you two!" Grian stood up from his desk. "If you cant get along, then so be it." He marched off, briskly motioning for his Vex to follow. Both of them did with some trepidation.

Grian marched silently through the halls of the castle until he got to the menagerie. There, he made a bee-line for a certain room. Scar recognized it immediately. It was the room where they had first woken up, where they kept most of their clothes, where he had built a den out of every bolt of silk he could get his hands on.

"If you two won't behave and get along, then I guess this is the only solution." Grians magic spread throughout the room, raising a wall up in the middle of it. Right between Scar and Cub.

"I guess I'm just going to have to separate you." Grians words echoed through Scars head as the magic did a final pass, coating the wall. The door fell shut, muffling his senses and cutting off his Bond with Cub.

He could no longer feel his other half.

A group of Cubs is a Council.