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Grian would like to leave everything like this: the bright sun, the tickling behind the ribs, the clover in Mumbo’s hair. Fractioned memories without context or words, pure emotions and sensations, love under his palms.
Warmth, loud laughter, Scar humming to himself.
Close your eyes and dissolve, become one with time-space, stay here, here forever, with the two of them and your heart aching from feelings.
Grian would like to leave everything like this: tongue behind teeth and hands in pockets. So that the tremor is not visible.
It's terribly embarrassing, but what can he do? Icarus has flown too close to the sun, and all he can do is try to stay in the sky for a little longer. At least a couple of seconds, a moment of some confidence.
Questioning glances, uncrossed boundaries, the bliss of their ignorance.
Grian allows himself to swear that this will continue. That they will be safe. That it will be better for everyone.
Grian would like to leave everything like this: nightly dreams of the end, of escaping to distant, distant servers, where none of them are obliged to do anything anymore — a secret that accidentally fell from his lips in a fit of sincerity, not fear or necessity.
But it all happens like this:
He dreams of the sun in nightmares. Heat and stains under the eyelids, sand in every accessible and inaccessible place. Crooked mirrors, his own broken crescent smiles.
Someone else's laughter and hackneyed joke echo through the crystal glass. Grian sees. Hands clenched, stupid power of attorney bursts - a real paradox in their conditions.
What did Daedalus say to Icarus? A couple of simple truths: don’t get attached to people so as not to hurt them or be hurted. But Icarus enjoyed the flight too much. Grian closes his eyes, and underneath there are yellow spots, and tangled clover grows through the moss and mushrooms.
Cruel reality in exchange for intertwined fingers during breaks, for a little lie for them and for himself: I love and I am loved. Grian is not allowed to think with emotions; Grian allows himself to fall into someone else's arms.
In the end, Grian would like to leave everything like this:
So, I'm gonna do the big one I've been working on over at ao3, Frozen Over AU
Synopsis: A strange blizzard has overtaken the Hermitcraft server. During this strange phenomenon, the hermits find that Decked Out has now mysteriously opened to the public; however, some of their friends are nowhere to be seen.
With some of their friends now trapped within their bases, others being sent out to rescue them, and the rest trying to pick up the pieces of their fallen bases, a small group of the more 'winter ready' hermits delve into the dungeon to figure out its mysteries once and for all.
The story is about 5 chapters in with a little over 7,000 words total. The chapters are all relatively short to read.
you know what I haven’t seen going around in a while, and could use some of myself? fic recs! so, consider this both a rec and a self-promo post: recommend some fics to me in the reblogs and I’ll reblog your recs! in general, try to include both a summary and why you’re reccing it (whether it’s a self-promo or someone else’s), and let’s get some eyes on fics!
The Moon Theory
Hello! I am new-ish to Tumblr (I've been lurking for a while), and I would like to share my Hermitcraft S8 fanfiction, "The Moon Theory," with you all! Click this link (it's safe, I promise) and find yourself in the wonderful word of writing and drawing.
It does include Hermit shipping, and if you know me, you know which ship it's mainly about :)