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The house was big. Scar could tell that much. What he hadn’t expected was the appearance of a large and stocky man at the doorway. He smiled awkwardly, hands clutching lilacs, poppies and sunflowers that almost mirrored the fine and dusty home of the West.
Scar stared at the man; the man stared back. “What d’ya want, walking up to my ranch with a bouquet? You look like a girl, son.”
Scar laughed nervously. “I’m uhm, here for someone…” His face turned red, his sun-faded hair blowing in the wind.
“My daughter? She’s already seeing someone.” The man put a cigar in his mouth, crossing his arms.
“I- uh, sir, I’m not here for her.” Scar paused, eyes softening with something unusual. “I’m here for your son, Grian.”
The man raised an eyebrow, taking the cigar out of his mouth and puffing smoke. “My son? What makes you worthy of my son?”
Scar’s stance shifted, thinking of words that got stuck on his tongue. “I’ve known him a lifetime, sir, he helps at my farm and with the cattle, sir, we’ve been seeing each other for a few months now. I want to ask for your blessing to marry him.”
The man’s eyes softened. He recognized this feeling of young and reckless love. He puffed another ring of smoke, opening his door inside. “Treat my son well, boy, and give him everything you can.”
Scar stepped in tentatively, eyes wandering over the openness of the house. He stood at the door, unsure where to go. The man shook his head at the boy, pointing out to their back door.
Scar walked, across the house, for what felt like miles and miles.
Finally, he reached the door, turning the handle, opening it–
Oh, that blond hair.
Scar felt the air explode out of his lungs, awestruck by the way the golden light hit the boy he oh-so-loved. He stepped closer and closer, the blond boy’s focus evading him entirely until he practically stood over him. Grian turned his head up, his face lighting up immediately.
“Scar!” He laughed, pushing himself up to stand, still horribly shorter than Scar. Scar set the flowers down on the railing, hands coming to wrap around Grian, picking him up and twirling him.
Grian’s hands flew around his neck as he giggled, and as the twirling stopped Grian pressed a kiss to Scar’s lips. Scar smiled into the kiss, pulling away and looking down at Grian. They were both dusty from day’s work, but nevermind that.
He unattached himself from Grian, walking to grab the flowers.
Poppies and lilacs, he reminded himself, one meant remember and the other young love. Holding the flowers close to his chest, Scar walked back to Grian, hands nervous and fidgety.
“Grian, we’ve known each other for a lifetime, and–”
“Yes, Scar.”
Scar tried holding back a snicker, one hand covering his mouth.
“You didn’t let me finish!” He whined.
Grian crossed his arms smugly, red cotton shirt and grayed overalls shifting.
“Fine, I’ll restart,” Scar flicked the shorter boy’s forehead, clearing his voice. “Grian, I’ve known you for a lifetime, and the few months we’ve been courting, I–”
Scar stuttered, holding the flowers tighter. “I’ve thoroughly fallen head over heels for you, and I was wondering if, if you would want to marry me and be my husband. Yeah.” Scar was a blushing mess, even his unnatural pointy ears were red.
Grian was flabbergasted. He put his hands over his mouth, unable to even think of a word to say.
“Are you gonna say something?” Scar fidgeted, nervous as he’d get out.
“Scar, I–” Grian giggled with happiness. “Of course I will.”
Scar lit up, using a hand to pull Grian’s hands towards him, putting the flowers in there.
“I may not be able to afford a ring right now, Grian, but these are for you.” Scar pulled his hands up to Grian’s face, holding his lover. Grian melted, head tilted into Scar’s hand.
They stayed outside in a field, minutes stretching into hours as the sun went down and the stars that Grian loved came out.
Scar vowed to himself that he’d always watch these stars, so long as Grian was happy.