Elves And Alchemists Part 3

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Elves and Alchemists Part 2

Part 1

Grian had finally tracked down an elf. It had taken only 24 months of research, tracking down rumors and scouring news articles. While most elves lived in their hidden retreat, there was one that roamed the land like a vagabond.

Grian packed lightly, not wanting to be tied down by meager possessions. He was getting nervous, as this might be the only elf that he would ever get to speak to. He had to present himself at his best. So he donned his finest robes, and an alchemist hat.

When he first got to the small town the elf currently resided in, it only took a few questions of the town’s inhabitants to be pointed in the right direction. The elf had a small cottage on the edge of the forest, as he needed to commune with nature frequently.

There wasn't any fence, or border that Grian could see, but there was magic in the air as he approached. The elf was tending to some flowers, and as he worked he was talking to a small cat.

“Say, Jellie, we need to get another batch of Mrs. F’s cookies. We’ve almost run out. How about we…” they turned and noticed their uninvited guest. “Oh, hello there!”

Grian meanwhile was reliving a memory, almost a nightmare, from his childhood. “It’s you.”

They approached, with a smile on their face. “Yes, of course it's me. I'm always me. And you are?”

“No, no, no. I mean. It's you, from back then.” The elf that had saved Grian as a child, from a vicious explosion.The one that has inspired him to become an alchemist, the one he had been searching for all his life. Was right there in front of him. He had all the same scars as back then, and some new ones. They didn't detract from his handsome features. Grian wondered briefly if he got all those scars from helping people.

Grian almost fell over, but the elf had grabbed his arm to prevent him from hurting himself. “You don't look so good. Do you need to sit down? Come inside for a moment.”

Grian was ushered inside and pushed down onto a comfy couch. He stared as the elf began to prepare some tea, and cookies.

“Now these are the best cookies. I’ve been trying to get Mrs. F to give me the recipe for ages, but she refuses. You just take a bite, and all your worries just fade away. They are magical.”

“What's your name?” Grian needed to know. He had been searching his whole life, leading up to this meeting.

“Oh, well, my actual name is difficult for humans to pronounce, so I just go by Scar. It's much easier than Rᔑᒷ∷ᔑリ z||ꖎ ̇/╎ᓭ||ᓭ.”

While the name sounded beautiful, it slipped through Grian’s brain and right out again.

“Do you remember me?” Grian grabbed Scar’s hand and pulled him down on the couch next to him.

“Woah there. I have a thousand years or memories I need to search through. Give me a minute.” Scar looked closely at Grian’s face. “Hm, I'm not sure. Humans change so quickly. Sometimes it's hard for me to remember, or I get the grandson confused for the grandfather.“

Scar was staring intently. Having his beautiful face so close to Grian’s own made him flush a bit under the scrutiny.

Elves and Alchemists

Part 4 / Part 3 / Part 2 / Part 1

Scar knew his time in this town was coming to an end. He'd learned just about everything he could from the townsfolk, he had revitalized the local forests, and he could feel the metaphysical tethers trying to tie him down in one place. He had spent his whole adult life avoiding setting down roots, and he wasn't going to stop now. He had one more year, at max, before he would move on.

He had learned over and over again, the hard way, that he had to move on before something bad happened. Avoiding death was easy, when you didn't stay to watch as the people you cared about grew old. The many friends he had made in his life still lived in his memories as their youthful selves.

He looked at his scarred hands, and then in the mirror to see the scar on his cheek, then the one hidden in his eyebrow. He wore long sleeves and pants to cover up the worst ones from sight. The one on his back sometimes would ache, but was still fairly new. It would fade with time, they all did.

“What's taking you so long, did you mesmerize yourself with that face of yours?” Grian peaked into the open bathroom door. “Mrs. F. is going to be all out of cookies by the time we get there. And we also have some more shopping to do.”

Grian had been an unexpected delight since he had moved in last month. He had a joyful spirit that Scar found refreshing. He had lied to him, when he had showed up out of nowhere. He did remember young Grian, and the horrible way they almost died. If Scar hadn't been there, hadn't reached him in time, then this exuberant, playful person wouldn't be here, pestering him to get a move on.

Scar didn't like to take credit for his good works, too often had it come to hurt him instead. But here and now, he was enjoying himself.

Scar took one last look in the mirror. “I did win most handsome in several contests over the years, but no, I'm good now. Let's go. Jellie, we’ll be gone a while, so be good.” He gave Jellie one last pet before heading out the door and down the path to town.

Elves and Alchemists Part 5

/ Part 4 / Part 3 / Part 2 / Part 1

“Are you sure you want to leave NOW?” Grian was packing his few belongings in his rucksack. Scar had told him to only pack what was necessary, what he could carry himself, and to just leave the rest.

Grian hadn't brought much with him initially, and hadn't picked up anything important in the year he had been here.

It was dark out. A storm had coalesced quickly before the autumn festival, raining out most of the residence. Grian could hear the winds rattling the windows even now.

“Tonight is the best. No one will be out to see us, or try to stop us from going. Jellie will just have to deal with some wet fur.” Scar was deep in a pile of clothes, deciding between a red silk shirt and a maroon wool jacket. He tossed both behind him in the discard pile and dived back in for another two items.

“I just don't understand. We don't have to leave at all.” Grian wrapped his stash of specific alchemical ingredients in some waterproof butcher's paper, and hid them between his spare clothes.

“You don't have to come if you don't want to Grian.”

Grian froze. He didn't want to be left behind. He spent all this time trying to get here, to be with Scar, and be needed.

Scar continued, oblivious to Grian’s anxiety. “I can go ahead, set up a new place, and you can join me when you're ready.” Scar continued to toss his fancy pants and shirt in the large pile.

When Grian didn't reply, Scar finally looked up at his companion that was biting his lip, worry evident. “Talk to me G. What's wrong?”

Grian took a deep breath and released it. Then another. “I’m just being foolish. I knew we would leave, I just didn't realize it would be so soon. I’m not used to being a nomad.”

Scar remained on the floor looking up at the young human, studying him. “I want you to come with me Grian.” Scar could see the tension draining away from Grian’s shoulders. “I want you to feel comfortable leaving whenever you want, and coming back to find me again, even if I'm not in the same place you left me.”

Grian rolled his eyes. “That’s not an easy task Scar. You can hide when you really want to.”

Scar stood, and moved into Grian’s personal space. “When we get to the new town, I'm going to make you a special tool. A homing tool. Guaranteed to lead you to me, from anywhere.”

Grian looked into Scar’s eyes and began to breathe easier. “Yeah. Ok” he said breathlessly.

I told you, this art is inspiring. Fic under the cut.

Hermitopia Cowboy AU

It was dusty and hot, but that didn't deter Grian as he arrived in the lawless town of Hermitopia. He grabbed his bag and got out of the train. He took in the wooden buildings, horses tied to hitching posts, and tumble weeds crossing the dirt roads.

“Great, you’ve arrived.” There was a haggard looking train attendant on the platform to greet him. “Next train is tomorrow. Here are the keys to the office, the station and your room above the station. Good luck.” The man grabbed his own luggage from the platform and got on the train Grian had just departed.

“Wait, aren't you supposed to show me the ropes.” Grian tried to grab the other man before he got on the train, but the man yanked his arm away. He wasn't expecting to get thrown to the wolves moments after arriving. 

“No way, no how. I’m outta this dump.” The train door closed and cut Grian off from throttling the man. 

The train whistle sounded and the engine started to chug away down the line.

“Well, that sucks.” He didn't stay to watch, but grabbed his bag again and looked at the decrepit station in a new light. He was only stationed here for a year, hopefully. He’d have to get used to this place on his own.

Climbing the stairs he pulled out the key to his room. The door opened to reveal a small bed,  a 3 drawer dresser with one broken handle, and a small table with one chair.

There wasn't a huge build up of dust or dirt but he was disappointed that there wasn't a bathroom, only a chamberpot. “Yuck. Maybe my father was right, and I am a bit spoiled.” He emptied his meager belongings into the dresser and went to find himself a good meal.

“Cow-ooo, there you are, you silly thing.”

Grian spotted his first resident. A tall man, in a cowboy hat, with a green shawl wrapped over his shoulder, decorated with sunflowers. 

He surmised that the man’s horse had pulled free from one of the hitching posts and wandered away.

“Hello.” Grian called out in a friendly manner.

The taller man whipped around, startled. “Ahh, you can't sneak up on a man like that.” He had the most stunning green eyes Grian had ever seen, but as distracting as they were, his own eyes were drawn to the man’s open shirt and the large scar across his chest.

“Hey, you must be our new train station man. Welcome to Hermitopia. My name's Scar.” He holds his hand out for Grian to shake. His hand is quite strong, and Grian can feel himself smiling. 

Maybe this year won't be so bad.

you.... YOUU!!

back in my humble beginnings (aka returning to mcyt and getting roped into hc/life series right away), i first saw your art on pinterest.

ykyk THE VERY FIRST VERSION of double life scarian being all sexy, "you can be the match and i can be the fuse, boom" moment and I. WAS. OBSESSED. even more so now when you dropped the REMAKE of it LIKE- DHFSJFHS?!?! something something, your previous style looked kind of round-ish before (not the best explanation I KNOW)? but now the lines are DEFINED and grian, scar, pearl and everyone you drew in your style got HOTTER AND CUTER. I will make out with your scar design and marry your grian design ty and farewell

tl;dr i gobbled up your stuff on pinterest until i decided that i needed the myth and the legend themself.

here's the part where id ask a humble request (a sketch will do honestly): YOUR VERSION OF SUNFLOWER OR POPPY/LILAC SECRET LIFE SCAR

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Oh my gosh my HEART <3 That means so much to me <3 giggling and blushing

Have sunflower Secret Life Scar ~

have you ever seen a man so beautiful??? (process gif below!)

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