Fandom: Hermitcraft

Romantic: Yes

Woooo- I think you can guess by the song that this is angsty! Anyway it's Convex with unrequited Scarian ahaha. Kind of a continuation of CtC Day 3. Bold italics are lyrics and plain italics are thoughts. Requested by @AlpahFemale ! Let the angst begin :3

Trigger warnings: Depressed thoughts, self hate, brief blood scene, s**cidal thoughts (I'll warn when it happens.)

I still remember, third of December

Me in your sweater 

"Grian! Why aren't you wearing your sweater?" 

"I got bored of it, and I thought it'd be warm today."

"Fine. But wear my old jacket." Scar handed his usual brown jacket to Grian as he was a 'wizard' now. A soft blush grew across the British male's face as he slipped it on. It still smelled like Scar- earth, ocean, and something sweet that just couldn't be described.

You said it looked better on me than it did you 

 "Hey, you look pretty good in it!"

 " Y-you think?" His blush grew darker, his face getting uncomfortably warm.

"Yeah, of course!"

Only if you knew, how much I liked you 

Grian's massive crush on the green eyed terraformer simply multiplied in size as he snuggled into the warm jacket and leaned his head on Scar's shoulder.

But I watch your eyes as she walks by 

That was months ago. Now, he could do nothing but stare as Stress showed him a picture of the Scar and Cub, both on the floor. They apparently fell over while decorating and Cleo got a picture but they looked so... in love.

"That's great Stress!" 

What a sight for sore eyes

Grian sobbed, curled up in bed. He's so perfect.

Brighter than a blue sky 

Those blue eyes. Softening whenever they met Scar's green ones. It was obvious he loved him.

She's got you mesmerized 

While I die 

He isn't talking to me anymore. Just goes to show how worthless I am.

Why would you ever kiss me?

Grian stared at his disheveled reflection in the mirror and wished he could be with Scar. But he knew that there was no chance that he'd ever like him.

 I'm not even half as pretty 

Gross. Disgusting. He's so much prettier than me. I'm nothing.

You gave her your sweater 

It's just polyester

His heart broke as he watched the two walk down the road in the shopping district. Cub shivered in the wind and Scar chuckled. 

"Why are you wearing your Pharaoh costume in winter? Here-" Scar gave Cub his brown jacket. "Its a good thing I keep my old outfit on me at all times."

Cub grumbled as he slipped on the jacket. "That's my job..."

 "You don't always need to be the one to protect me. I can protect you sometimes."

 But you like her better

Wish I were Heather 

"Right." Cub smiled down at Scar and the redstoner kissed his cheek.

 Grian gasped at the sight, hidden out of view. He  could tell that they were together now.

Watch as she stands with her holding your hand 

Put your arm 'round her shoulder

Scar giggled, entwining their fingers and leaning into Cub as the pair began to walk down the road again.

Now I'm getting colder 

Grian shivered in the cold wind, wishing Scar was leaning into him instead. Wishing he was the one with his jacket.

But how could I hate her?

 She's such an angel 

He could never hate Cub. It's not like he did anything to personally offend Grian. And besides, he was a minigame creator who donated ancient debris to those who needed it. How could anyone dislike someone like that?

But then again, kinda wish she were dead

(BLOOD WARNING!)

Still, he imagined deep red blood covering the Pharaoh's beard and chest, him desperately pleading for his life, and he almost smiled at the thought. Smiled at the thought of murdering his friend. I'm a monster.

(BLOOD WARNING OVER!)

As she walks by 

What a sight for sore eyes 

His brown eyes narrowed at the sight of Cub, but he still smiled and waved. He truly is perfect for Scar...

Brighter than a blue sky 

His ice blue eyes brightened as he smiled a genuine smile at Grian.

She's got you mesmerized 

While I die

(S**CIDAL THOUGHTS WARNING)

They're perfect. Look at me. Gross. Ugly. Useless. I wonder if Scar would notice me if I died. Probably not. I'm better off dead anyways.

(S**CIDAL THOUGHTS OVER!)

Why would you ever kiss me?

Despite all of it, Grian still daydreamed about Scar. It was hopeless, but he wondered if maybe they could be together. Exchanging cuddles and kisses- but if course that was Cub's place now. A place he wished he held in Scar's heart.

 I'm not even half as pretty

I... don't look too good. When was the last time I ate?

You gave her your sweater 

It's just polyester 

It was time for the winter ball and he knew who he wanted to go with, but he also knew that person would be going with someone else. He still hoped that maybe Scar would love him. Maybe he'd give him his jacket.

But you like her better 

Just wishful thinking isn't it?

I wish I were Heather

He wanted to be Cub. 

Wish I were Heather 

He wanted to be loved.

Wish I were Heather 

 He wanted to have his jacket. But he could never be with someone so beautiful.

Why would you ever kiss me? 

Grian stared at the two lovebirds dancing together, wincing when they softly kissed, pure joy radiating from them.

I'm not even half as pretty 

They looked so put together in their suits. Grian had simply tossed on one of his old ones and half heartedly combed his hair.

You gave her your sweater

It's just polyester 

He choked back a sob as they spun and laughed.

But you like her better 

Scar would never love Grian more than he did Cub, his sweet Cubby.

Wish I were...

"Grian?" A familiar dark haired british man tapped his shoulder and he whirled around.

"Mumbo?" 

"Yeah... um hi Gri, I was just wondering if you would... liketodancewithme?"

"Sure I guess?" Grian was incredibly confused as to why Mumbo wanted to dance with him. The poor mustached chap was bright red as Iskall gave him a thumbs up from behind Grian. 

"O-okay!" His voice was high pitched and squeaky.

And that's how Grian ended up giggling with Mumbo in the chilly air outside, not having a care in the world. He knew now that he no longer needed Scar's jacket because he had Mumbo's around his shoulders.