Lost love and bloodied Hands

                                    

                                          

Hello y'all I usually don't make Authors notes before continuing the story so you could read the book back to back without continuity issues. 
But this art is too good not to share.
The awesome sketch above was made by a friend of mine.
It's based on the description of my design of the watchers.
It's honestly pretty close to what I had in mind.
A little monstrous but also mysterious and a bit sinister.
Love it.
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Grian awoke alone in his bed.
Scars warmth was gone as the night break was almost over.
He sat up and stretched his wings and body.
He look the side to check on the other.
In the first bed next to him slept Joel, Lizzie cuddling onto him, her head on his chest.
The bed furthest from his was occupied by a sleeping Tim.
He could tell that Tim was about to wake up, his arms were moving a bit. 
One arm dangling off the edge of the bed, the other under his pillow.
Tim's sleeping positions had always been strange but seeing as both legs were also spread widely underneath the blanket was just funny.
He walked over the chests and grabbed a water bottle, drinking it in one go.
He thought about what had happened during the Night break.
He kissed Scar...
And he like It...
He knew that he would never be able to do something to Scar, he'd rather throw himself off of a cliff.
But knowing that there was a possibility of finding Scars dead body somewhere made him sick.
He snapped back to reality when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
The hand was far too small for Tim or Joel.
He turned around and saw Lizzie.
Grian didn't know what to say. He knew that Lizzie had barely an hour left to live with the rest of the break and her Time.
"Grian... Can you promise me something?"
Lizzie asked, fidgeting with her fingers.
"What is it ?"
Grian responded as Lizzie stood beside him.
"Could you look out for Joel when I'm gone ?
He tends to.. not deal with loss very well."
Lizzie said, she almost cried.
She was definitely scared.
"I'll do my best, he's my friend."
Grian answered softly but sincerely.
They stood beside eachother for a while before Lizzie broke the silence again.
"Grian.... I wanna thank you for saving us all so many times.
You were a high ranking watcher and threw it all away for us...
Thank you"
Lizzie cried, she looked down to the floor as tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.
"And I'd do it again.."
Grian concluded, assuring Lizzie that he had no regrets in making her and the others life's just a bit better.
Lizzie smiled at this, lending Grian a bit of bread, seemingly knowing that he was a bit hungry.
He gladly took it.
The two stood there in silence afterwards, comfortable silence.
Lizzie was someone that anyone could be comfortable with no matter what condition they were in.
He admired her for that.
"Do you have feelings for Scar ?"
Lizzie asked seemingly out of the blue, tho Grian wasn't exactly surprised.
Grian could've answered in a multitude of ways but decided to tell the truth.
"I've always had a soft spot for him...", Grian started tapping his foot nervously,
"Scar is someone that has always stood out to me in the other games.
I took one look at him and I fell for him.
Sure he is a bit naive sometimes and definitely a big goofball but I feel like that should be a goal and not something to avoid."
Grian explained, smiling subconsciously as he talked about Scar.