#we got toxic scarian boys

[forestfiresandfics]

Grian wasn’t one to play with fire, but the rush of power that came with what they had just done, wiping a faction off the map on a whim, it was inebriating. The way the sand cleaned the blood off his talons as he walked, how the smoke smelled of wood and coal and flesh, how any scrapes and burns he suffered would be gone by morning while they would not wake up from theirs. It wasn’t just Scar’s reputation anymore. Now there was a bloody reputation waiting form both of them, causing fear and respect. His dynamite would destroy his every enemy, Scar’s politics would tell him where to set the next bomb. Together they could take over the entire wasteland.

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In order to find help to build his faction in the desert, Scar purchases Grian's contract for indentured servitude. Though Grian hates having to build for Scar, he finds opportunity for empowerment when Scar asks for his help in a battle—and for his expertise with explosives. Though he may be bound to do Scar's bidding, he finds ways to grasp power for himself, both in the wasteland and from Scar himself.