#they r chatting
“So, an elf, huh?”
Scar huffed in fright and turned around to see the hulking figure of Doc standing behind him.
“An elf indeed.” Scar replied, putting a hand to his heart to calm himself. “You scared me, Doc. You can’t do that to me!”
“Would the elf like some company?” Doc asked. In the moonlight, it was hard to make the man out, besides the red light of his mechanical eye.
“Sure.”
Doc mumbled and huffed to himself, taking off his wings and his armor and easing himself to sit on the leaves next to Scar. There was some mechanical groaning and buzzing, and then silence. Scar looked over at Doc with his ever-present smile.
“So, Mr. DocM, I’m a bit surprised to see you out and about at this time of night. I mean, its always a delight, but still a surprise.”
“Couldn’t sleep.” Doc replied. “Mechanical parts were aching, and my mind was racing anyway.”
Scar chuckled softly. “I can understand that. Well, besides the mechanical parts, that is.”
Silence fell between the two. It was amicable and comfortable. They didn’t often run in the same circles, but that didn’t really matter. The breeze up here on top of Scar’s tree was sweet and forgiving, and there is nothing greater then the bond of two people who can’t sleep just existing together.
“So why an elf?” Doc said after a while, turning to look at Scar. “I mean, I think it’s a wonderful look for you, and I love how you’re going for a bit more of a tits-out approach. Are you trying to copy your biggest fashion hero, me? Very flattering.”
Scar snorted, rearranging his green robes. “Oh Doc, you may be a master of redstone, but you dress like a natural disaster.” He flashed Doc a grin. “But yeah, an elf. I don’t know, really. My hair was growing while in the void, and I couldn’t stop thinking about trees. Thought I’d never see one again, in the darkest moments. Alright, throwing it back to you- why the horns?” He reached out a slender finger and traced it along the curves of one of the horns on Doc’s head.
“Just kind of came with me, I suppose.” Doc leaned into the touch just a little bit. “A bit like you and your hair. But a bit more permanent.” He was quiet again, letting Scar trace his horn, thinking. “I think it’s punishment, in a way, for what me and Ren did.”
Scar paused. “What did you do? I don’t recall.”
“It’s complicated.” Doc said. “But we did kill a lot of the hermits to get their heads to surround what we thought was some kind of moon rock.”
“Yeah, that sounds complicated.” Scar chuckled. “But then again, who hasn’t killed, huh?” Doc shot him a look, but didn’t say anything. “We live odd lives, Doc. Even in the most purest of senses, you and I move and create worlds. Break it down to its most key components, and then build it up even better. You always impress me, Doc, if that means anything.”
Doc laughed. “Are you kidding me? I’m like your biggest fan! The things you can do with dirt and stone is incredible! I can’t stop looking at this tree!”
Scar bowed his head humbly and smiled. Doc watched him, watched as the smile slowly faded from the other man’s face as he thought about something.
“The moon… it really had more of an effect on us then we realized, didn’t it.” It wasn’t a question.
“I suppose so.” Doc looked up at their moon. It seemed so small now. So innocent up there. “The people in this world are not the beings I saw leaving the last one, thats for sure.”
Scar nodded. “It’s interesting, the way that we break and come back together.” He smiled at Doc again. “Even if we aren’t the same, we still come back.” He didn’t speak another word, and neither did Doc. They both just watched the sky slowly get lighter, into the elegant colors of morning.
