the long walk

I know the Cosmodrome like the back of my hand.

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commanderofthevanguard:

He simply looked over at her, doing a little snort laughter, “ Of course she did, ” as he took another drink from his cup. “ That would be wonderful, if she’s not going to be here, then the least I can do to get revenge is to have a good time right? ” Zavala joked, a lazy smile on his face. 

“ She does this all the time, don’t worry about it, I’m not that scary when away from the table I hope. ” He raised his glass to the other’s beer, clinking them together gently before drinking all that was in his glass. 

Felix waved a hand at the bartender to get her attention and took a swig of beer as the woman came over.

“Two shots of whiskey, please. One for me and one for the Commander.” Ikora would hear a few words from her later, but Zavala was right. It’d make all of them happier if they just tried to have a nice evening- not that it would make Felix any less anxious about the social interaction. “So... there have been some interesting Eliksni movements near the south sector of the Steppes. Looks like they’ve found some sort of resource in the tunnels there.” She paused. “That’s not what normal people talk about with friends, is it?”

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@commanderofthevanguard​

Felix stared in disbelief at her comm display and set down her barely-touched beer with a clack. The chatter of the bar around her seemed to grow louder and more obnoxious as she turned to Zavala with a grimace.

“Ikora has... called out. So I guess it’s just you and me.” She tried not to let her discomfort show on her face as she raised her glass in a mock toast. “Uh, do you want another drink? Or should I get the check?”

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citykeeping:

When Felix met with the railing, Ikora couldn’t help but look her over. She had a nice body ( although Ikora noted that looser clothing seemed to be more her style - to hide, or just for comfort? ) and was pleasing to look at, as far as feminine folks go…and extra points for the butch style. Typically femmes were easier to go after ( and they also tended to swoon and dote more often, which was great for her ego ), but what’s the fun in routine? This one was interesting, and interesting was…somewhat rare these days. There was something to be chased here - and Ikora was interested to see where it would go.

The smoking comment did catch her a bit off-guard, though. With a skeptical blink at Felix, she didn’t hesitate to flick the half-burnt cigarette over the railing without a second thought. A brief and knowing smirk lit her face as she turned to better face her newfound companion. 

“That’s what we’ve got resets for, love.” She took a deep, showy breath and released it as a sigh, smiling as she did. “‘S Never been a problem for me. What’re we gettin’ up to, huh? D’you bring me out here for a reason?”

“I mean, I was just thinking since you’re an athlete - I mean you’re basically an athlete, right? So do you just- do you just die so much that it doesn’t matter? Is that common? I told you I don’t know much about this stuff.” She trailed off, her gaze trained on some imaginary point to the left of Ikora’s head as she tried not to let her internal anguish cross her face.

The stuttering and awkwardness might be cute if it wasn’t so excruciating, she thought. She was bad enough with other people as it was; she was much more comfortable out in the field, and if not in the field then in the comforting rigidity of professional relationships. Ikora was anything but professional. Felix wasn’t sure which was worse- her smirk and her cigarette? Her bare arms and tight jeans? The way that the shadow of her cheek stood out as she leaned closer and the way that Felix could feel her body heat even from inches away? Felix drew in a sharp breath and blinked to clear her head.

“Sushi? Since we talked about it. That night, I mean.” The words that night were so loaded and uncomfortable, and she winced at her own speech.

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( rip, asks were off! they’re on now )

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“nothing” starters

“I owe everybody nothing.” ”Nothing’s more painful than ______.” “Nothing’s quite left me this sore.” “I was left with nothing.” “You know nothing!” “You’ve given me nothing but a massive headache.” “It’s nothing. Drop it.” “I have nothing to show.” “You’re nothing but a _____.” “I have nothing to say.” “Nothing really matters.” ”Nothing ever stays the same.” ”There’s nothing left to fight for.” ”Regret will do nothing.” ”Nothing lasts forever.” ”There’s nothing left worth saying.” ”You’re nothing to me.” ”They’re nothing to me.” ”I have nothing left.” ”Nothing’s wrong.” “Are you sure nothing happened?”

[citykeeping]

@cosmopatrol. 

[ Take a deep breath! You’re gonna do fine. ]

Thanks, but I wasn’t worried.

[ Your elevated heart rate and slightly increased blood pressure says otherwise. ]

You picked a helluva time to start caring about my Crucible spoils. 

[ But she didn’t even know you’re the Champi– ]

Enough. 

With a twist of her chassis, Serapis squinted and blinked at her Guardian and floated a short distance away, pretending to examine the Traveler as she hummed a little tune she had heard somewhere. Ikora took a drag on her cigarette, leaned forward on the railing, and puffed out a cloud of smoke at her seemingly unsuspecting Ghost with a flash of a grin as her little Light pretended to cough. 

[ Smoking is bad for you - and for me. ]

You’re so dramatic.

[ When is this lover of yours going to show up so you can stop annoying me? ]

I’m annoying you? Really? Damn…. Any minute, supposedly; she said right around here - and she’s not my–

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“I know I’m late!”

Felix rounded the corner almost at a sprint and skidded to a halt next to Ikora, colliding with the railing and leaning over it to catch her eye. Her heart was pounding - not because of the run but because she had already begun to have second thoughts. Her entrance had been sloppy and silly; her outfit was mismatched and her shirt wasn’t clean; nothing about her was suited to the situation. She was a person who didn’t date trying to take a person who didn’t do second dates on a second date. The idea tied itself into a knot over and over as she panicked, trying to think of something else to say.

“You know those things decrease your lung capacity and rate of oxygen absorption,” she said after a half second that felt like an eternity. The words tumbled out of her mouth in a nervous rush as she gestured with a clumsy hand to Ikora’s cigarette, and she was already berating herself for them before she had even finished.

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