lavender tea
“Well look who we have here!”
Grian stiffens at the voice, at the scent, his eyes widening. Warmth crashes into him fiercely, leaving some pathetic noise behind. He turns around on his heel, meeting the pointed end of an arrow. His hazy mind hardly registers the weapon directed at him, instead looking past it, at who it is that’s pointing the arrow at him. He locks gazes with green eyes, finding a lopsided smirk. His heart stutters, and Grian aches.
“Scar…” he mumbles weakly, and he can only imagine how pathetic he sounds.
grian has an unexpected heat during secret life, and pulls scar into a messy situation. good thing scar won’t remember any of it after the game. right?
