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In the bustling world of Hermitcraft, Grian and Scar’s shared laughter filled the air, their bond a source of joy. The two lovers stood behind Grian’s mansion, giggling about how the blonde never finished his impressive builds.
“So, Grian, still leaving the back of your builds unfinished, huh? I thought you’d finally get around to it,” Scar teased, nudging Grian’s rib in a playful manner.
Grian shot back with a grin, “Oh, come on, Scar. It’s not like anyone’s ever going to see the back. Besides, I’m too busy creating masterpieces to worry about minor details.”
Scar laughed, then added, “Well, maybe if you spent a little more time on the details, your builds wouldn’t look like they’re just… half done.”
Grian chuckled before retorting, “You mean like that time you spent hours working on that ‘masterpiece’ that looked like it was made from a pile of random blocks?”
Scar’s heart sank. He knew their banter was all in good fun, but Grian’s comments often had a way of cutting deeper than intended. Though he understood it was meant lightheartedly, it still stung.
Stop being a baby, Scar. It’s just a joke. That’s not how he actually feels, his mind insisted, but doubt lingered. Did Grian really think his builds were just junk?
Determined to prove himself, Scar thought, If he thinks my builds are lacking, I’ll just try harder. More effort never hurts anyone.
He glanced at Grian, who was waiting for him to respond. “Hey, that was a creative experiment! At least I put thought into it,” Scar said, his voice laced with defensive anger.
Grian’s response was casual but sharp. “Creative, sure. But calling it a ‘masterpiece’ is a bit of a stretch. I’m surprised you’re not embarrassed to show it off.”
Scar’s mind buzzed with self-criticism and insecurities. Maybe his builds did lack detail. Maybe they were flawed. He looked down, clutching at nothing, trying to suppress the rising tide of frustration and hurt.
“Well, I thought it had potential…” Scar managed, his voice trembling slightly. He struggled to maintain his composure, not wanting Grian to see how deeply the words affected him.
Grian, oblivious to the impact of his words, added, “It’s okay, Scar. Not everyone can be a genius like me. At least you try.”
The comment stung, but Scar forced a smile, desperately seeking validation. “Yeah, I guess. It’s all part of the fun, right?”
The parrot flew up into the sky, its vibrant colors casting a beautiful glow over Scar. Grian landed on his shoulder, the grip of his falcons feeling unusually tight and uncomfortable.
As Grian began speaking enthusiastically about his builds and the effort he put into them, Scar felt a pang of inadequacy. The more Grian spoke about his dedication and hard work, the more Scar’s own efforts seemed to pale in comparison.
Scar forced himself to listen, trying to brush off the sting of Grian’s words. Maybe Grian’s just sharing his excitement. He wouldn’t be so harsh if he really meant it, Scar reasoned.
Yet, despite the sunny skies and Grian’s infectious energy, Scar’s mind was plagued with self-doubt. He wished he could escape the barrage of negative thoughts that clouded his mind. If Grian thinks my builds need work, I’ll give it my all. I just want him to see that I care.
Scar realized Grian had asked him something and was waiting for a response. Panicked, he tried to focus. “Sorry, just thinking,” Scar said, forcing a grin.
Grian’s laughter echoed around them. “Thinking? Is that something new?” he joked, his laughter ringing with playful mischief.
The joke, meant to be light-hearted, felt like a harsh reminder of Scar’s current state. Scar’s smile faltered, and tears began to well up in his eyes. Despite his attempts to hide his emotions, Grian remained oblivious, his laughter a painful contrast to Scar’s growing despair.
Scar fought to control his shaking body and stifled sobs. He felt exposed and vulnerable, the cheerful surroundings only highlighting his inner turmoil. Why can’t he see that his jokes hurt? Scar thought, though he quickly silenced those thoughts. It’s my fault for being so sensitive. I need to handle this better.
Gazing at Grian’s bright, loving eyes, Scar felt a surge of resolve. He loved Grian deeply and was determined not to let this issue drive a wedge between them. I’ll work on my builds, improve myself. I want to be better for him, to meet his expectations.
With a heavy but determined heart, Scar forced a final smile. “Hey, I’m going to go work on my mansion! Byeee Scarr!!” Grian called out cheerfully as he flew off, leaving Scar alone.
As Grian disappeared into the distance, Scar took a deep breath, preparing himself to tackle his projects with renewed resolve. He wouldn’t let his insecurities define him. He would prove himself and show Grian just how much he cared.
He inhaled deeply before opening his elytra and flying away, the rockets loud in his sensitive ears. Determination fueled his flight as he resolved to work tirelessly on his builds. He would labor through the night and day, ensuring every detail was perfect.
They will be perfect, he thought, envisioning Grian’s proud smile. Grian won’t make fun of me or my builds; instead, he’ll say how proud he is.
The idea of Grian’s approval became Scar’s driving force. Even if it meant working nonstop until his arms ached and he felt faint, it would be worth it.
It would all be worth it.