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@autotellic
Isolde leaned over Tristan's back and let his body weight get be sustained by the Fighter while watching what he was doing. "What are you doing?"
‘ fiddling. just with some tools. nothing special, ‘ he had no idea what he was doing honestly. uzzah had just handed him a small looking... robot ? tristan needed something to do, or so uzzah had suggested. so, that’s what he was doing. fiddling. trying to ignore the fact that his heart ached when isolde was away from him.
“ don’t… don’t touch me. ” *throws the angst at you*
‘ and why can’t i TOUCH you ? ‘ tristan had had enough of this cat and mouse game they played. sneaking around corners to even receive the most brief of touches before being tossed back into the real world - drowning in the cold waters of rank and reason. tristan could feel the metal in his body begin to heat and spark with his anger. the only person who made him feel this way was isolde. always isolde.
he released the other with a scoff and desperately wished he was a better man. a better person. he should’ve just let isolde leave his life, leave his mind. but he couldn’t. ‘ whatever. just another one of your mind games. i’ll be in my quarters if you change your mind. ‘
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THE WORDS ON HIS ARM HAD GROWN. it’d been growing since the day he’d been born, but now, after twenty seven years, he had two whole words. ‘ You. Must. I ‘ the third word wasn’t finished, but it would be soon. Not that Tristan had put much faith in these ‘ soul mate ‘ superstitions ‘ but... the idea was romantic. something more hopeful than the bleak outlook of the military looming over his shoulders.
so he waited. he’d been sent to the sleipnir. reassigned. his partner was... he was beautiful. long, silver hair. lavender eyes. loud opinions and a great laugh. but the first thing that this man says to him was: ‘ you must be my new partner ! ‘ tristan’s gaze flickered to the mark on his forearm before he locked those serious eyes on the other. ‘ i suppose so. ‘
Person A: “You tried to kill me!”
Person B: “No, I tried to shoot you. There’s a difference.”
@autotellic
(@surrendertotherush) "You're my worst nightmare come true! I consider your presence around me worst than any Teron will ever be! So, please, leave me alone! Don't look for me! Don't come to my bunker!" Isolde cries as he speaks, making his ever calm and low voice tremble. "It hurts me! Hurts a lot more than you'll ever understand!"
‘ STOP CRYING. ‘ tears will never cease to make tristan feel like the scum of the world, and when it’s with someone he cared about... he’s unsure of what to do. feeling panic rise in his chest he quickly takes ahold of isolde’s chin, his own body close to the other to prevent the noise from escaping the storage room.
‘ isolde... isolde, please. tell me what happened, ‘ he swallows his outburst and releases the other elite’s jaw, suddenly realizing that his anger had come out again. isolde had left him in such a hurry yesterday after their simple, innocent meetup. it was the truth ! they had only been discussing tactics on speaking to other soldiers when... the silver haired beauty stopped in mid conversation, his pale features going white as chalk, his eyes looking behind tristan, and excused himself quickly and discreetly.
tristan hadn’t seen him for days, and now this. all he wanted was answers. why was that so hard ? ‘ please, i’m just... concerned about you -- let me help you. ‘
Starfighter Eclipse Height Chart
So this is a little secret project I’ve been working on! I thought I would share with the Starfighter RP community here on Tumblr because it is a good reference. Let me emphasize that the heights I listed are rough estimates but do fit with ones Hamlet has confirmed (Abel, Cain, Encke, and Praxis). When in doubt while lining characters up, I used the bottom of the chins and the top of the eyes to figure out where everyone went. The image is a panorama so click for more detail.
“ i need to get you warm. listen, you’re gonna want to go to sleep, but i can’t let you do that, okay? just stay with me, stay with me—! ” - autotellic
Easier said than done. Isolde could feel his body cooling and the shivers that crossed his spine non-stop made him strangely comfortable while darkness and silence took over most of his senses.
What was I thinking…? He asked himself while gathering all he could of the strength left in his body. To place himself between Tristan and a Colteron… Protect him with his own body… It was an unreasonable action he took there and the Elite Navigator knew it better than anyone else. Fighters should be disposable, they were no more than meat shields for the Alliance, but he couldn’t see it. No, not for him. Tristan… Tristan was his lover. He would always be. Even if the Elite Fighter couldn’t remember him. Even if the world turned against him, Isolde would still stay by his side.
“I’m… glad…” He whispered weakly. “I could… protect you… Ian…”
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more angst & post angst sentences. since this is the meme i see the most on my own rp dash, have a part two of sentences indicative of trauma and pain, past or present. feel free to edit the sentences to your own needs as you wish.
“ what happened to her? ”
“ is this it? ”
“ duty before love. ”
“ you were gone. ”
“ i keep seeing you. ”
“ please, don’t tell him. ”
“ i need to get you warm. listen, you’re gonna want to go to sleep, but i can’t let you do that, okay? just stay with me, stay with me—! ”
“ she figured it out. ”
“ you were too late. ”
“ i don’t want you apologies, i want my [relation] back! ”
“ i told you! why didn’t you listen?! ”
“ it’s me—wait! …please don’t hang up. ”
“ they gave me a new life. ”
“ and you believed them? ”
“ don’t… don’t touch me. ”
“ could you, for once, think about everyone you’re gonna leave behind if–/when/ you finally get yourself killed? ”
“ it’s nothing personal. ”
“ you’re going to have to kill me yourself. ”
“ it’s always been just you and me. you and me. no one else. ”
“ the worst punishment for a parent is to bury their child. ”
“ lie to me. ”
“ i already have [name] risking their job for me. i can’t risk anyone else. ”
“ you kill me, you’ll never find [name]. ”
“ he has [name]. ”
“ i don’t care what happens to me. do it to save yourself. ”
“ i—-i can’t breath…! ”
“ if /your/ family was being threatened, you’d do anything to save them. ”
“ i needed to learn how to never be afraid again. ”
“ please—just pull the knife out! ”
“ why do you own a gun? ”
“ i don’t know who to trust anymore. ”
“ you’ll fuck me but you won’t [go out with/date/marry] me. ”
“ we need to stop this. it’s too risky… and i can’t lose you. ”
“ i carried your coffin! ”
“ don’t follow me. ”
“ i’m mad at god. ”
“ none of it was real. i was just doing my job. ”
“ why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?! ”
“ i was the only survivor. ”
“ i never met her. ”
“ you choose your family, but it doesn’t change the fact that i’m still 50% him. ”
“ she’ll kill you if you don’t get out. ”
“ not if i kill him first. ”
‘ sparr with… ? ‘ not that he hadn’t thought about that exact thing before, but now ? tensions were high between them to begin with, since both didn’t quite see eye-to-eye on most subjects. but, perhaps a little hand to hand combat would put both of their minds at ease… and would allow some more of tristan’s own frustrations to be let out.
‘ alright. you’re on, ‘ he said, the fighter easing the tension in his shoulders with a quick shift in his weight to one foot. this should be easy, right ? isolde was only, what, one-hundred pounds when soaking wet ? he doubted the alabaster navigator could even break a bone, let alone beat him in a fight. not that he wouldn’t love to see him try. imagining the other covered in sweat, panting and conceding defeat would be a big bonus. ‘ you wanna go right now ? here ? ‘
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The idea of sparring was crazy and he knew it, all times he did it before Tristan’s premature demise resulted in defeat – sure he learned some stuff, but it was always defeat no less. However, almosy three years had passed and since the man was gone he started to learn more about the combat techniques, both for himself and taking the weight from his partners, but for the sake of becoming a better leader; if Tristan never shied away from trying to learn more about the tasks given to Navigators, Isolde wouldn’t be the one to step back from facing the trials of learning how to be a Fighter.
“I guess so. Unless you need to change.”
Isolde looked the quiet type of guy and even a little shy, but he took off his jacket and let it to the side together with a necklace he had hidden under the uniform. He certainly wasn’t the strongest around, the slim body had shape and was easy to see he worked out but nothing that great when compared to Fighters, however, the danger was shown in how his eyes narrowed and focused on the Fighter.
“Let’s see what you got.”
The Elite Navigator taunted after stepping in for the fight.
really. this was how today was gonna go. fine with him. not that tristan ENJOYED boasting about his own physical prowess, but he was one of the top fighters on the ship, despite being so passively nonaggressive. tristan eyed his opponent closely, thoroughly, before his fingers curled into a pair of fists, his mind flashing at a thousand light years a second. he sorta liked this spontaneous man.
"Well, come on then! Show me what you---" tristan's fist is on its way up, rocketing towards the other at an almost blinding speed. It wouldn't hurt him at all, just spook him. in those few moments, before everything went wrong, tristan felt like they had a connection, despite everything going on around them. but then, the punch didn't land.
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“He… won’t be around for a while…”
The sweet sound of that growl was something he missed way more than he was willing to admit. It made the skin of his back tense up while the feeling of the boner helped him relax a little – the certainty that Tristan still had interest in him always brought a certain peace to his mind. “Kiss me… make me forget that porco exists.”
That Tristan had experience, Isolde was sure, he didn’t know if the Elite Fighter could handle his full fire though, because that was what exuded from him. His lips pressed on Tristan’s with a fiery passion he didn’t show in any other moment, almost like a hungry beast, he had all intention to steal the man’s breath away, wrapping tongues and grinding on his body. Isolde wasn’t joking or running like he’d usually do.
it was wild. what sparked between them began to spiral out of control for tristan. it was, of course, the beginning of the end for the fighter. crescent marks imprinted on the navigators hips and thighs, his lips ferociously taking whatever they could, uncaring of how the breath would leave his lungs and press into isolde with such a reverence --- and tristan never did believe in god. but the way they moved with such need, he almost thought angels could be real.
teeth bite, lips curl, his clothes are in the goddamn way. ‘ baby, fuck, get this shit off -- now, ‘ he cursed, his grabbing hands find the zipper to isolde’s suit just to haphazardly drag it down as his tongue slips out to meet his lovers in such a needy manner. ‘ it’s just us, milý, ‘ sweeping his hands back down tristan cups the warm skin that had been hiding under that fucking uniform and squeezes the ass that’s still alluding him.
the weight on his pelvis did nothing to help tristan sleep. with janus being such a pain lately, he’d tried to sleep off his anger rather than punching another hole in the side of his bed. however, what did rile tristan from sleep was that smell, that voice, and those hands on his chest. his own came up to rest on isolde’s wrists, his own hips rising to meet the ones above him, a strained groan passing through his lips before he opened one of his eyes.
‘ isolde... ? mmmm --- not that i can complain but... aren’t you supposed to be with that kretén ? ‘ tristan’s voice sounds like sandpaper, his eyes adjusting to the darkness just to see that silvery hair tumble across isolde’s shoulders. fuck who cares where percival is. or where they are. his hands come around to pull isolde forward to have him feel what he’s doing to him, as he pushes up into the fabric. ‘ fuck, isolde -- ‘ he didn’t know if it was sleep or lust that made his voice growl like that, but tristan was willing to do it again if it meant isolde never moved from his sight, or his touch again. he’d been missing this --- them.
‘ m’missed you, moje královna. ‘
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Reflection - 180711
‘ explain yourself ! ‘
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no offense but the soft uncertain kiss followed by a pause where the people look each other in the eyes and then fucking pull eachother back into a more passionate kiss will always be the most soul destroying trope , catch me lying on the fucking ground sobbing and rewatching The Scene™✌🏼✌🏼✌🏼
UPDATE
rules have been updated
‘ sparr with... ? ‘ not that he hadn’t thought about that exact thing before, but now ? tensions were high between them to begin with, since both didn’t quite see eye-to-eye on most subjects. but, perhaps a little hand to hand combat would put both of their minds at ease... and would allow some more of tristan’s own frustrations to be let out.
‘ alright. you’re on, ‘ he said, the fighter easing the tension in his shoulders with a quick shift in his weight to one foot. this should be easy, right ? isolde was only, what, one-hundred pounds when soaking wet ? he doubted the alabaster navigator could even break a bone, let alone beat him in a fight. not that he wouldn’t love to see him try. imagining the other covered in sweat, panting and conceding defeat would be a big bonus. ‘ you wanna go right now ? here ? ‘
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