frankkylou: But then, he’s not Grian. Grian, still green, who’d taken Scar’s hand
frankkylou: But then, he’s not Grian. Grian, still green, who’d taken Scar’s hand and wrapped it round the hilt of a sword, who’d smiled so nicely as he’d said that Scar needed to kill now. Grian, still green, who’d grinned as he’d said not to worry, because he would help with the traps. Grian, still green, who’d killed three people for fun and laughed so long and hard about it he’d nearly choked. Grian, now red, who is perched on the end of his bed, wings flared for balance and smiling with too many gleeful teeth. “Hi, Scar!” he says, like this is a normal interaction, like this isn’t implicitly a midnight threat and explicitly really weird. “I’m red now. Isn’t that fun?” based on heaven help the ones that fly away by @sparxwrites (close ups under break) Keep reading oh my god??? this is perfect, aaa, he looks so menacing, and the way he’s crouched and backlit by the night sky, and his hands, and the knife- this is absolutely phenomenal, op, i’m losing my mind over it hhhhhhhh -- source link
#frankkylou#rebagel