- The best Redcliff in lost temple, Yours truly, Grappling hook
( scythe pov. ) (This is an AU btw)
You were aware of some event—One containing the most important inphernals in the entirety of the inpherno was taking place somewhere in crossroads.
You were in fact, one of these inphernals, but the invitation wasn’t given to you. It was given to father overseer, to which they quickly disposed of the letter.
You saw the event as a an opportunity to do crime. After all, you knew for a fact ban hammer would be attending, leaving you able to roam around without being hunted by someone more powerful than the other banlands police force.
Let’s say… a few days before the event? A letter arrived in your hands. Adorned in handwriting that hadn’t changed from year ago… and the shitty grammar.
Complete with a doodle of a rose…
‘ Dear scythe, ’
‘ or, if you still go by scythe. Your gear barely looks like a scythe anymore. ’
the starting line made you frown in annoyance.
‘ I’m sure you’ve heard of this fancy event with all of us important inphernals, yeah? We’re allowed to invite people. I figured ol’ stink overseer wouldn’t come, so I was wondering if you wanted to take the big man’s place and go with me. ’
‘ I ain’t judging if you say no if you’re still hung up about our little divorce. Also, don’t get the wrong idea, this won’t mean anything between us. I figured we could chat a bit. ’
‘ and for your informatin, (a spelling mistake..?) we aren’t allowed to attack each other in the event. ’
it was no shock grappling hook was invited, being the leader of the Redcliffs and all.
Something about this made your stomach churn… but you know what? Instead of throwing it and tearing it up you ran your ass to father overseer and asked if you could go.
of course, they said yes. You were a favorite of theirs.
The few hours before the event you were scrambling to find something nice. Your wardrobe was almost only sweatpants, tank tops, your normal Lost Temple outfit… an array of hats that you hadn’t touched in years…
You eventually found something somewhat nice. A black dress with a slit in the side that you hoped would fit in… you weren’t big into fancy events like this. You had to wash the dress before, it was covered in an abundance of dust.
You put on the least amount of makeup you could possibly, fixed your hair a LITTLE bit, and finally decided you were put together enough.
Grappling hook pov…
Grappling hook wasn’t expecting scythe to show up to this event. They had their differences, why would she ever show her face around them after what happened? Really?
They had struggled to get ready for the event. The amount of clothing out in the camp was extremely limited, but they managed to pull off their outfit under their poncho by straightening themselves out with some help from Cowbell and Tarantula.
The night they left for the event, getting onto their oziphrage and flying towards where they were informed it was, a pit crew in their stomach. What if she showed up to kill them? What if she showed up to humiliate them? What if… what if she’s normal?
They shoved every thought away. They hadn’t had conflicting thoughts like that in years, they didn’t need to.
Grappling hook had arrived long before scythe had. They were being friendly- chatting with other inphernals and whatnot, lightly drinking, trying to enjoy themselves— when finally, they noticed scythe leaning against the wall with a stare at the floor that looked as if she was trying to burn a hole in it. She held a glass like everyone else. Probably wine, her favorite.
They swallowed some of their own spit.
She’d actually shown up. No point in stopping here, right?…
Grappling hook: "Scythe, hey!"
They spoke in an upbeat tone, as if they weren’t being drowned in emotion at seeing her.
Grappling hook: "Didn’t expect to be actually seein’ you show up, hun." They leaned on the wall beside her, they glanced at the glass rested in her prosthetic hand. Grappling hook: "What’cha drinkin?"