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The desert air outside was just as expected: hot and a bit sandy. In Grian's eyes, it was perfect. It was how he liked his days spent in the desert.
The avian hummed softly, glancing at himself in the mirror, turning a little to his left..and after that, to his right. He smiled gently, admiring his white suit, littered with colorful accents. He pulled his arms up and smiled as he looked at the colorful flaps sewn gently under. He pulled his arms back to his sides.
His wings were practically dead..but he added some silver and gold accents to them with little chains and rings. He grabbed a small red wood box on the table in front of him. Opening it up, and placing it down. Carefully, he picked up two emerald earrings. As he held them up in front of his face, they shone lightly as the sun cast light through them.
He remembered it like it was yesterday. He had been sitting outside, working on some firewood for the cold nights in the desert. Scar had been working on some secret project, so he left him alone to do whatever he needed to do. That's when he had been quickly called in, and seeing Scar's bright, excited expression made him curious as to what he could've done.
The other man had offered him a small box, and in that box were these two earrings, specifically made to fit his feathery ears. He had kept them safe since then. He told Scar he would only wear them for special occasions. Today was that special occasion.
He placed an earring down and gently clipped the first one to his ear. His feathers twitched at the sudden new feeling, but he quickly settled into it. He grabbed the other, and clipped it in as well. Tilting his head a little back and forth, listening to them slightly jingle. He chuckled at that.
He then took out a bracelet, carefully crafted with the petals of preserved poppies and lilacs. The flowers Scar had given him when he lost his second life and the flowers they had chosen together for tonight. He slipped it onto his wrist, making sure it fit snugly. Looking at himself in the mirror once more, he turned one last time..making sure his outfit looked the best it could.
He fixed his hair, just a little, then adjusted his glasses. Perfect. He breathed in, and put the box away. Then he grabbed his communicator, glancing at the time. He made sure his tie was snug, and he walked out of the room. He grabbed a few flowers that were set off to the side, making sure their stems were even and they looked nice. Then he walked out of the house.
"I've been waiting for you." A voice hummed, and he looked over at Scar, meeting his crimson eyes. He wore a small green top hat with a golden swirl on top his head, it made Grian chuckle. His suit was black, but with green and gold details all over. He wore a lot of gold jewelry, but it all fit so well into his outfit. He had even found a way to dress his cane. Pierced in his ear, like it had always been, was a hanging red feather he had given to him so long ago. Grian smiled lovingly at him, and he snickered,
"Scar, we both know you walked out the door just before me." He raised an eyebrow. Judging by Scar's overly dramatic, upset expression, he could tell he was correct.
"I did not—I was waiting so long for you, Grian. I can't believe you would leave me out here all alone just..sitting here." Scar wiped a fake tear from his eye. Grian lightly rolled his eyes, and he held his hand out. After a moment of dramatic gestures, Scar took his hand. Together, they walked down the staircase leading up to their mountain. Leaving behind their rebuilt home, and Pizza's grave.
They walked for a long while, silently. Mourning each soul who passed on so long ago. Each soul who had died to their hands—each others, their own, perhaps a mob, perhaps fall damage—it was all too long ago to remember exactly.
As they walked, the sun began to set, slowly but surely causing the desert to darken. All except for a lit path leading the way. Every time they took a step, a block under them would light up. The noise of the night began to waft through the air. It sounded nice. It always did.
They finally ended up at their destination. An arch made of leaves, decorated with poppies and lilacs. No seats around; there was no one to sit in them. No stand for the officiant; there was no one to legally bind them together. Just an arch..and a lit walkway.
Scar walked first, unlinking their hands from each other and walking towards the arch. Grian watched him, smiling. He walked after him, standing across from him and looking at him with a look of adoration. The look was returned as the taller man smiled.
"Are you ready?" Scar hummed, and Grian tutted lightly, tilting his head.
"Aren't you forgetting something, Scar?" He snickered, and Scar gave him a confused look before gasping.
"Oh my- we didn't say our vows, did we?" Scar muttered, breathing in and sighing. "Okayokay..okay." he chuckled lightly. "Grian," he began, "you make me..the happiest man alive. From when you gave your life in service to me..to right now in front of my eyes. I have never wanted anything more.. than to be with you. To love you and show you how much I care. How much you mean to me. You're the most perfect man I could ever have with me.." Scar had reached over, and grabbed his hands. Grian could feel himself tear up at each word. He cleared his throat, wiping a tear from his cheek.
"Scar, you have the most charm out of everyone I've met. No matter what you do..or what is happening around you, you know how to brighten a room. You're witty and clever. You know how to sneak your way out of situations, and I find that admirable. You make me smile, you make me laugh, you made me want to continue going on. I will always be in your service. Not matter what comes between us." He squeezed the other mans hands, and he smiled at the tears flooding down Scar's face. He let Scar wipe his eyes, and take a breather.
"Okay.." Scar hummed gently. He grabbed a box from the side, opening it. He gave a glance to Grian, who gave him a nod. Scar picked out a small bottle from the box and handed it to the other. Grian picked up another bottle, and he closed the box, putting it down. Then, the two exchanged bottles.
"Are we ready?" Grian hummed, looking at Scar with a soft expression. Scar smiled and nodded.
"Let's join everyone else.." he said gently, popping the cork in his bottle. Grian followed suit, looking into the glass and watching the dark green liquid lightly bubble. He lifted his head up, and looked into Scar's eyes. He closed his eyes and put the bottle to his lips. Slowly, he tipped it up, letting the poison smoothly make its way into his mouth. He opened his eyes again, met with those red eyes once again. Scar had drank his as well.
Dropping the glass, he stepped forward, and lifted himself up a little. He slowly put his hands on the side of Scar's cheek, gently cradling his face. "You may kiss the groom.." he whispered softly. Scar leaned in, wrapping an arm around his torso. Grian leaned in as well, breaking the distance between them. He could still taste the remnants of poison on his lover's lips. Perhaps it was the poison on his own. Pulling away eventually, the two stared at each other for a little.
"Shall we wait..?" He asked, leading Grian to sit down on the floor with him. The avian nodded, leaning his head against Scar's shoulder. Scar wrapped an arm around him, securely.
Eventually, it started to become harder to breathe, raspy breaths leaving him and his husband. His body started to numb up from the pain, everything began to hurt. His eyes began to spot up. He felt a final smile tug at his lips as his life began to fade away from him. He turned his head to Scar, looking one last time into his red..fading eyes.
"I love you.."
.. though..he never got to hear his response.