Well if it isn't my tall, brooding and handsome friend! ;) How are ya'? Got anything good in stock today?
- Cayde-6 ♠️
Handsome, huh? Must be angling’ for a discount. Yeah, got in some incendiary rounds from a Scout of yours. Didn’t ask where he got ‘em and he didn’t tell. Figured you’d be interested in givin’ ‘em a go.
Coreopsis pokes their head into Banshees' workshop, "Hey Banshee, do you need a-any extra help with gun repairs? I have more f-free time and can do so." (awoken-lights :3)
@awoken-lights || Coreopsis pops in for a visit
Banshee blinks and stares for a beat or two. Not that he’s opposed to help, it’s just that he’s unused to heads suddenly appearing out of nowhere.
Or so it seems.
Once he realizes that there was a person attached to the talking head, he relaxes his posture and nods to Coreopsis. “Uh.” He glances around him to the ever-growing stacks of weapons and weapons’ parts. “Yeah. Thanks. I could use a hand or two.” He nods again, this time to indicate welcome. “There’s a work bench under that pile of Omolon crates. Yours to use.”
He turns back to the Häkke auto-rifle he’s working on. “Anything in particular you wanna work on?”
He doesn’t quite remember Coreopsis, but he has enough of a sense about them to feel comfortable with their presence in his workshop. That certainly counts for something.
the sleepy eyed warlock finds their way over to the tower gunsmith with weapon parts in hand a fresh coat of lipstick on. on their skin it isn’t noticeable but it will leave a soft glow of pink against banshee’s vibrant paint job. “i’m a bit low on glimmer, but i have plenty of love to offer in exchange if you can unjam the trigger for me ?? i’m still getting used to guns.” ichor rory looks up at him with a sheepish grin and offers a small shrug. “i get paid this week, i promise i’ll give you the rest later.”
The Vanguard Gunsmith blinks down at them, blue eyes bright and wide. It takes him a moment to process who exactly has plied his alloy with a pinkish hue. Though the name doesn’t immediately surface from his disjointed memory stores, the who and the where and the why does.
The context is all he needs to know for certain that Rory is a person he trusts and cares for.
Not many in Banshee’s current life are allocated those identifiers.
He makes a low grumble, something sounding like a, “Huh,” and takes the parts from them. “You don’t owe me anythin’,” he mumbles. “Don’t charge friends for work.”
Banshee gets to work, reaching for a frame and stand for the pieces, and casts his gaze over the damaged parts. “You use your gun for a club again?”
Hearing Banshee’s rules and requests did not bother Adnan at all. “Yeah, I’m not about that slave and master shit either. As for the safe word…” Adnan thinks about it for a moment while Banshee goes over his agreements. The love one did strike out as a little odd at first as they had no intentions of doing so, but Adnan was guilty of falling head over heels for anyone who gave them the time of day. That made their ears twitch as if they had been called out on it. By the Light, is that rumor going around about them ?? Time to change up that aspect of their life… As they kissed on Banshee and already start on undressing the gunsmith, they stop halfway lifting his shirt up when Banshee asked for a drink.
“Ah, where were my manners ?? I should’ve asked that first.” Adnan replies with a slight sheepishness in their voice as they stood up and walk over to a small wooden chest tucked away in the corner of their room. “Hell, I’ll get a drink too then and pass on the smoking, I’ll live without it. By the way, I don’t have much to choose from. I really only have these for my guests.” Adnan kneels down to get a better look at the small selection they have. “What are you in the mood for?” They hold up a bottle of rum in one hand up for Banshee to see as they carefully move the glass about. They were all nestled between thick, red fabric and self made wooden barriers to keep them from shifting during flight.
The Awoken looks over the drinks, unsure of what to really make of them. “I usually like the drinks with the little umbrella in it. Sometimes rum… Hmm. Hope you know how to mix drinks as well as you know how to fix guns.” Adnan stands up and moves a bit to the right so Banshee could have a proper look inside of their stash of drinks. “Oh,” Adnan suddenly remembers, “Safe word. Right. I was thinking about a color? Red. That could work, yeah? Easy to remember and short enough to say.” Adnan looks at the half empty bottle of rum and remembers the last time they drank from it. A celebration with lots glimmer and treasures all around came to mind. And a lot of gambling. Good times!
“Red, huh? Yeah, that’ll work.” And as far as Banshee is concerned, the color red does work as a safe word. He isn’t certain as to why using one comes to mind. It simply seems like a good idea.
As the Gunsmith peruses Adnan’s mini bar, he takes time to appreciate the construction. It’s clearly handmade and well done; sturdy enough to take the blunt force of a combat landing and elegant enough to suit the Awoken’s aesthetic. “Nice job,” he murmurs, deftly selecting bottles and glasses. “I’ve had a turn or two serving up booze,” he adds. “Usually go for the darker liquor myself. Scotch. Honey whisky if I can get my hands on it. Not a lot of distillers around.”
While he prepares a Collins for himself, Banshee has a flash of bright blue eyes in his memory. Laughs over a couple of glasses of antediluvian Glenlivet. A grin that makes his mechanical heart feel tight.
He then remembers he has a flask of brandy, fruit brandy.
Banshee pulls the hip flask from its holster and pours a healthy dram for the Warlock.
He hands the glass over with what can pass for a smile on his face. “Hope you like peaches,” he says to the other. “You mentioned umbrella drinks and those are usually kinda fruity.”
Clovis Bray tagged me in some weird psychological test thing.
@clovisbraythefirst
the fruit-and-flower tree
you bring joy to others. you nourish others. you are, in a way, a tiny world in your own right. you are well-acquainted with the concept of balance—you depend on others but are alright with being depended on, too.
A lanky little black kitten trots on over towards the gunsmith and lets out a raspy meow. It seems Armani has taken a liking to the rough spoken Exo.
Huh.
Blue optics narrow into near slits as Banshee-44 stares down at the skinny furry thing clambering up his pants leg.
“Ain’t you a wee thing,” he grumbles, what sounds to be a smile in his voice. He reaches down and gently takes the kitten by the scruff to deposit them on his shoulder.
“Dunno why you’d wanna hang around here, but I figure this is more comfortable than dangling like that.”
The Vanguard Gunsmith doesn’t have many in the way of constant companions. The little kitten suits him just fine.
*bonks his mouthplate against Banshee's* (oxothnk)
@oxothnk
“Oof.” The Gunsmith blinks and focuses in on the other Exo. “The hell...”
He knows this guy. That cloak...it belonged to a scruffy-faced, long-haired Hunter. Nice kid. Then there’s the spade on his shoulder. And the horn, that beautiful, beautiful horn.
Oh.
“Cayde,” he murmurs. His mouth shapes into a smile. “You forget how to do it right? C’mere, lemme remind ya.”
Banshee hooks an index finger around Cayde’s gun belt and pulls him in close for a kiss.
“Good choice,” Adnan mumbles before they kiss Banshee again and with that, as dramatic the Awoken is, they decided to have a bit of magical fun with Banshee for a moment. Walking out and sneaking onto their ship was boring and anyone could do that. However, Adnan like going above and beyond when it came to situations like these. Something about the added flair of Awoken magic combined with Warlock magic he learned, always left their current partner speechless and to do it again.
With that, the pair are suddenly removed from the overcrowded workshop full of old oil and whatever else Banshee had laying around to a luxurious bed. The bedding is a soft, feather filled blanket with silk pillows. Nothing but the best for the king and those who got to share their bed with them. How they were positioned on the bed has Banshee at the edge while Adnan stood next to him shedding the of the top layers of their clothes. A skin tight dark red undershirt with well fitted pants was all the Awoken wore for now. Better to start off with slow steps with Banshee than rush it in as he already seemed hesitant enough to even say yes a moment ago.
“Before we continue, I do have some rules… No shoes on the bed, we cuddle for a bit after, I like to smoke when I’m done, and most importantly! Don’t be gentle.” Adnan spoke as they made their way over back to Banshee’s side. They move close to give him a few kisses again before stopping once more with their left hand resting on his chest. “What about you?”
“Wh—” Banshee looked left, then right, then left again. The kiss was nice; then suddenly they were magicked out of his tatty workshop and onto the poshest bed he’d seen in this lifetime, at least.
Oh. The kid was a Warlock. That explained it. Okay, that was convenient. Not that it would have been a walk of shame or anything, but Banshee was a private man and he preferred not to have the hangar rats gossiping.
His attention was soon turned back to Adnan, who had stripped down to a tight shirt and equally tight pants. He blinked at the sight, not displeased in the least. Then he reacted to Adnan’s rules.
Rules? There are rules? Have there always been rules? When did it get so complicated.
“Hrmm,” the Exo grumbled. “Smoking, huh.” He stared past Adnan and made another low, rumbling sound. “Not a fan of that. If that’s your thing, though...this is your ship, after all.”
In a delayed reaction, Banshee kicked his well-worn boots onto the floor. He wiggled his feet together to shimmy his socks off as well. He was more confident in the state of his laundry than in any of his work spaces. Banshee was fairly certain that Adnan wouldn’t pass out from any funky smells.
The Awoken again plied him with kisses. This time Banshee relaxed into it, softly humming at the touch. He did a trick he’d learned of a long while back, using a mild electrical charge to create static where his lips would be. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, but it was a fair approximation and the added tingle of electricity could be a bit of a thrill.
Banshee was honestly disappointed when the other man stopped kissing him. The hand on his chest was a comfort, though.
“Me?” It was the second time Banshee had questioned his inclusion into this...encounter. Did he have rules? If he did, he didn’t remember it. Would there be any rules he’d make on the fly?
“Not a fan of smoking, but like I said, your ship. Uh...you said not to be gentle?” Banshee titled his head and looked up at Adnan. “Guess we need a safe word then.” He glanced away and absently rubbed his chin. “Not big on name calling. Or, you know, the master and slave thing.” Banshee shrugged at that. “I, um...”
His voice trailed off. He wasn’t sure of the last time he’d spoken so freely with someone. He had the sense it was a couple of years at least, maybe three. Which, in Exo terms, wasn’t all that long ago.
“Cuddling is nice,” he said at length, his gruff voice uncharacteristically soft. “I’d like that.” His face plating articulated into a frown and his optics darkened momentarily. “Just...no falling in love.” The sense of pain returned, albeit briefly. “I can’t do love. Not...right now.”
Then the pain dissipated, his features brightened, and Banshee found himself blinking at Adnan. “Uh. Sorry. Don’t suppose I could ask for a drink?”
Not that Banshee could get drunk, but there was no denying the taste of a good whiskey or bourbon.
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