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The ocean had never felt so big before.

The being sitting in the boat had never thought the ocean could ever look imposing, hostile.

It was His ocean, his sister's ocean.

The ripples the body had left were long gone. The Ocean Queen stood beside him, her husband behind her.

The widow didn't know what to call himself anymore. He didn't want to be the Codfather anymore- that was a powerful, ancient emporer.

But he wasn't Jimmy, he couldn't be. Jimmy was a kind ruler and the husband of a living god.

(Not living anymore)

The king of Mezalea lay a hand on his shoulder. The Codfather wanted to hate him, in that moment. Hate the True immortal his sister had married. But he didn't.

He didn't get a chance to reply, before a hand reached up from the sea and grabbed him.

The Codfather screamed, but the drowned moved too fast for Lizzie or Joel to pull him back onto the ship.

The drowned, with his dead blue eyes and clumps of cyan hair. That was the danger with Oceanic funerals, the Codfather thought simply.

He didn't have his cod mask, he could breath underwater better than a normal person, but not completely.

The corpse of his husband pulled him farther and farther into the pitch darkness of the sea.

Suddenly, his feet hit solid stone ground and his lungs cleared of water. He felt blindly at the walls, walking forwards and up some sort of rocky outcropping.

He finally saw light- it was coming from some sort of cave opening.

A voice was talking to him, a voice so wonderfully familiar it broke Jimmy's heart, a voice matched by soft cyan hair.

Scott grinned, amused and warmly exasperated. "Of course you're the first person I run into."

Watching Him Drift Away / 3rd Life Series Fic [Desert Duo - Grian-centric]

Grian made a deal he can't remember and played a death game in exchange for freedom. He should've known it wasn't that easy. He ends up suffering in a time 'loop' with his friends memories being wiped, all but his, and yet there's a change to every 'loop', or more so reset. Then he does something he regrets when he can't keep going.

aAaAAAA

did i really just make a songfic?

yes. i swear that majority of it isnt lyrics, theres paragraphs in there too sobs (the lyrics are just symbolism, i changed a few of them too to make it match more)

i dont have anything to say

i started it like 4 days ago and then just gave up after i finished the last life section ???

and now i went back to it because i just.. remembered after forgetting i even made it lmao??

so now thats done

woo

He could make arrows from his own feathers. Yes that was a great idea! It was hard to find chickens here so pepole would have to buy feathers from them to make arrows. Just find a way to farm sticks and flint and they can make a monopoly on arrows. Maybe this time it'll work.

Scar did not like this idea. He was mad that Grian didn't tell him. What was he thinking honestly?! That was the worst idea in the world! It was nice having more arrows but Scar didn't like it when Grian got hurt.

Oh he was so angry when he found out. Why was he so angry? They had more arrows now. But when Grian looked at him it wasn't anger, not really. Scar was worried. Worried about him.

Scar told Grian to stop. To never do this again. He hopes it'll work. But sometimes he noticed some feathers are missing from Grians wings. He hopes it was some stupid zombie that tried to get to him but he couldn't lie to himself like this.

Woo angst

Wrote something finally

Idk I don't really have anything to add here

Grian thought that Scar would be mad at him. You know beacuse he killed him. But no. He was just... nervous.

The next few days Scar kept asking Grian if he's sure that when they lose their final life they go back to Hermitcraft. And Grian kept reassuring him that they will.

And Grian knew that there was something more than Scar beeing scared of dying. Beacuse Scar wasn't scared of dynig. He was scared that when he does he won't come back.

And Grian wanted to talk to him about it. It was clearly something more than Scar beeing Scar. But he didn't want to press on him. He will tell him when he's ready.