"Only the dead have seen the end of war."

I have died, only to live and fight again. [[Independent roleplay blog for Angel the Siren]]

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My post about how cool my jacket is now that is has the gold star patch @saintadonis gave me has received a great deal of likes. 

I am...

confused? 

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I’m covering my ears and humming to myself

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Hi.

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Hi...

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❖ Are you going to take the opportunity to try to make amends? See old friends? Maybe make new ones?

My duty is to assist the vault hunters. It always has been, it always will be. That will require making amends.

It is just... difficult, facing them again.

If you saw someone you long thought dead, would you think it a miracle, or a trap?

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❖ You feel guilty it was you, and not someone like him, then?

Yes. If you compare the good that both of us did... well... There's no comparison, now is there?

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❖ What made you special enough for the guardians to revive?

 The strongest of their people are often the most unstable. I figure they assumed the same would be true for me.

I did not choose this. If I could have chosen someone in my stead, I would have. Roland would be a far better leader than me, and certainly would actually be welcome amongst the people I am supposed to be allied with.

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send me a ❖ + a question and my muse will be forced to tell the truth.

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[[i’m shaking and on the verge of throwing up. i’m having medication withdrawals. i have a migraine. 

and ohhh boy do i hate people

fuck me]]

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Small siren fights big skag, details at 25:00.

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“Don’t make me ask again.”

Her grip was still firm on the material, Maya took note of the strangers appearance from behind. It was the normal clothes you’d see on Pandora. Dirty and tattered, but still good enough to wear. Though this person’s height had her thinking this was just a child who had gotten lost. Was it?

Just as she was about to let go and turn this stranger around herself, she heard her voice. Just as Maya had remembered.

Even if it was Angel, her brain was scrambling for reasons on how it couldn’t be. It was impossible, Maya knew Angel had died. She clearly remembered how she took her final breath, how her body stopped moving-

But that wasn’t something she should be thinking about right now.

Was this some kind of cruel joke by Hyperion? A distraction before they send in the Jet Loaders?

However, it was more probable that they didn’t even know of Angel, or at least know anything past the fact that she was Jack’s daughter. 

For a few moments, Maya just stared with wide green eyes, unable to say a word. Then her gun was lowered.

“Angel?”

Voice just above a whisper, and maybe cracking in the middle of the other Siren’s name.

It was almost too much for her.

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Angel felt her voice leave her body. For a moment, all she could do was stare at Maya, the siren who she had called a friend once upon a time. Her eyes worked quickly to memorize features that she had almost forgotten. The messy blue hair, the sharp green eyes. 

The familiar twist of tattoos. 

Angel opened her mouth, trying to force herself to say something, anything about who she was or what she was doing there. Her throat only tightened, while her eyes quickly began to tingle and burn. 

How long had it been since she had seen a familiar face? For a long period of time, all there had been was the eridians– the faceless monsters who, while friendly, certainly didn’t give off the vibe of friendship. Even when she did see people again, they often held guns and were more quick to shoot then consider the concept of diplomacy.

Of course, Angel hadn’t forgotten about Maya’s gun, which she was relieved to note had been lowered.

She opened her mouth once more, this time relieved to find that the tightness had eased up just a little.

“It’s me,” she croaked. She did what she could to smile, but it came out wobbly, as if it was threatening to crack apart. 

Just as Angel seemed to feel. 

“I’m sorry. I did not want to meet like this,” she murmured, trying to swallow the building tears. All the same, one managed to leak out. With one, came many, and it quickly became apparent that Angel could do nothing to stop the deluge.

“I-I’m so sorry.”

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All of my other clothes are dirty…

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:C

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Half of my shirts have boob holes.

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Put it back :C

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dxhlcommando replied to your post “dxhlcommando replied to your post:[[Jame is the sweetest and kindest...”

okay but picture this...... those two just stargazing together on a pile of blankets and pillows and angel's presh lil head is on ax's chest and they're just linking fingers!!!!!!!!

[[My fave part about them is Ax is this goofy horndog but he’s so mellow and vanilla with angel. he just wants her to be happy and i die]]

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dxhlcommando replied to your post:[[Jame is the sweetest and kindest person and i’m...

they can smooch all day and hold hands all night under the stars

[[i die....

i love them so much how could you do this to me]]

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[[Jame is the sweetest and kindest person and i’m so glad we’re still friends and that they enjoy my characters.

I love their characters too. They’re so creative and it’s always so much fun seeing them around. Makes my day, seeing them on my dash! 

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Also i lined this old thing & put colors on it so i could put it on my redbubble store!!! go check it out if youd like to be rad and get some of Me Art™