Fics like a dwindling, mercurial high

"Grizz felt the stirrings of a familiar longing beneath his ribcage, of feelings neglected and ignored so often and for so long that sometimes he wonders how they haven’t died of drought. Perhaps hope really does spring eternal. Usually, this longing, this ache, is faceless by nature. More of a general yearning for a world that’s not quite his and a future that he can pin his hopes on. Something to tell the restlessness in his chest: settle down, be patient, your time will come. This time though? The feeling has soft red hair and piercing blue eyes and a smile that transcends any language barrier imaginable. The feeling sounds like the thumping bass at prom, of a butchered attempt at connection before their world was upended for the second time in as many weeks. The feeling no longer wants to be patient, insists that fortune favors the bold and that he can’t be seen if he keeps hiding away from anyone who might try." -- A look at the world through the eyes of one Grizz Visser. Follow along as he falls for Sam, falls apart, and what happens when he returns. Part character study, part Grizzam indulgence, and featuring plenty of literary references.

Fics like a dwindling, mercurial high

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