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hivemade‌ / ELIANNA.

Her eyes slide closed in the welcoming contact, frown forming as an explanation is given. She knows all to well how nightmares were a plague to one’s rest both in day and night. Elianna reaches over to take Laine’s hand in her own and simply holds it. The more touch, the better. Nothing felt better than to know someone else was there to weather the storm.

“Wanna lay down and talk about it? I wasn’t getting much sleep myself, anyways.” A tired smile and she moves slightly to press soft kisses onto the Warlock’s cheek. “Or maybe we should go down for a walk? I think it’s warm out tonight..”

Not that the cold really bothered her all that much. A Guardian of Solar light it took below freezing temperatures before she really noticed them.

‡ - She smiles softly as Elianna kisses her on the cheek, leaning into her touch and squeezing her hand gently. She always knows how to make her feel more at ease, no matter what is happening around them. “I think a walk would be better,” she says softly, leaning her head against hers.

Her fingers rub in gentle circles on Elianna’s back, simply savoring in being able to touch her. Never did she see herself in this position a few years ago, but she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“Though we should probably move, if we want to do that,” she teases lightly. Neither of them have moved from their current position, human and Awoken simply leaning against each other.

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eliksnii‌ / RHYSIS.

Part of him wishes that she would not talk of such, as if speaking towards well tides would turn them into the violent crashing waves brought by storms. Life rarely was ever so kind for long, it always took more than could be given back. Even now where their situation had eased into some semblance of easy goings.. things were not always so optimistic.

Slow and on aching bones the once-Archon is brought to kneel, an action done before no other save for that which had been higher standing. Laine is an equal to him in all meanings, she deserves such and more if he had a say in the matter. The kiss placed over the mask earns a gentle laugh as Rhysis peers into her eyes, rough form going soft at the warmth settling in his chest.

“Dusk is not where my worry lies. Taken. They continue to thrive, expand, multiple but you have said their King is dead.” Very few things let fear run rampant in him but Taken, oh, they were something entirely different and dangerous.

‡ - She smiles as she presses a kiss to his mask, squeezing his hands gently. Their lives may not be easy, but they’ve made a good home for themselves in these caves. They’re safe and warm and that’s all that matters.

“Lay down with me, love.” Laine pulls oh Rhysis’ hands gently, moving towards the bed. “If we must speak of Dark things, I would rather be comfortable while we do so.”

She settles on the bed, snuggling beneath the covers, and smiles at Rhysis. But her smile turns to a frown when she thinks of the Taken, of what he’s said. “The Taken might be a problem,” she admits softly, squeezing Rhysis’ hand. “There are rumors, among the Guardians. Rumors that they’ve crowned a new king. Taken heralds have been seen, bearing the name of Oryx’s sister, Savathûn. The rumor is, among Guardians, that she comes.”

Speaking of the subject obviously troubles her greatly, and she sighs. “I wish we could have a moment’s peace,” she says softly. “It seems once one threat has passed, we must face another.”

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born-to-serve-the-light‌ / CRONUS.

“Ah, yes. But these days he’s looked to as The Speaker more than anything else. I’ve known him since the end of the Collapse, we are very close friends.”

He didn’t explain that, for most Risen, their visions were memories of their past lives. He’d never had visions of the future, and he’d never heard anything similar from any of the others.

“I…” he falls silent when she questions him, looking away, scanning the sky, then the tree line, for anything that may distract him from answering. Finding nothing, he lowered his voice.

“You have to understand. Back then, we were losing people left and right to disease and starvation. We lost more of our female militia members to childbirth than to the Fallen. We…we didn’t think we’d see the end of the year, much less the century.”

‡ - “Huh. You learn something new every day,” Laine says with a laugh, shrugging as they walk on. She spares a few glances at the Risen beside her, curious about him. She’s encountered his kind before, but never really gotten acquainted with them.

Perhaps this time it will be different?

“That was before my people arrived,” she says, sighing. “If we had been here, I know we would have helped. I am sorry, for the losses suffered. But things are changing for the better now. Maybe the Speaker’s vision will finally come true.”

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“It’s a surprise, buuuut it starts with these.” The Titan Hold out a bouquet of flowers

‡ - “Oh, Cronus, you didn’t have to,” Laine says with a smile, taking the flowers in her hands. Frejya and Alyosha are off at school, and Gráinne has been laid down for her nap. She’d been reading when Cronus got home, a novel, something not related to her research, for once.

“A surprise?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t have to. You’re already too good for me.”

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notpetals‌ / YOR.

Precisely. A monster, one hellbent on evil and ripping away any shred of hope that these people could spare. He fed on the fear that so readily dripped from each potential corpse as the simple sparks they held were put out, one by one, and on his command. This is where Dredgen Yor thrives.

The shadow does not wait behind the barrier for more than a few seconds after it forms, rolling to the side in a shadestep that leaves paper ash in its wake. His gaze moves to where she had been when he pulls back to the corner of a building not yet crumbling under flame, peering past it, waiting.

“You have answered your own question, Guardian, of who I am.” Leaning back again and away from the corner his sight travels up to the roof. A deep hum settles in his chest as he jumps, carried by a second and free hand reaching out to the ledge.With a motion practiced for centuries he is shoving the Thorn back into its holster and pulling himself up the rest of the way.

‡ - A monstser. That’s what he is, and that’s all she knows at this point. She’d seen the bodies, cut down by Thorn’s ugly, sharp bullets. He must be a Shadow of Yor, but would they even stoop so low?

There’s another option, and she doesn’t want to consider it.

She peers over the low wall she’s crouched behind, seeing the barrier sitting there abandoned. Whoever this monster is, Vadim needs to know about him. Which means she has to survive. For these villagers, for him, for their daughter. She needs to end this, and quickly.

Laine sees him, heaving himself up onto a nearby roof, and she immediately raises her auto rifle and fires, but this weapon is made for medium range, and she’s almost afraid he’s too far. “You will answer for what you’ve done!” she screams back, leaping over cover to run after him.

She runs to the nearest cover, a large rock, and peers over it again, searching for the corrupted Guardian on the rooftops.

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@hivemade continued from here

‡ - Laine smiles when Elianna rests her head on her shoulder, moving to wrap an arm around her and give her a gentle squeeze, as if to reassure herself that she’s still there. She lays her head against hers and sighs, closing her eyes and just soaking in her presence, the comforting feeling of her Light.

“I’ve been having nightmares,” she admits quietly. “About the Red War. We almost lost everything. I could have lost you. I just...I close my eyes and I see the City burning. All that time we spent out in the wilds, just trying to survive another day...”

She shudders. “It was hell. And every time I try to sleep I keep reliving that time.”

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@eliksnii continued from here

‡ - “Oh, my love,” Laine says with a soft sigh, moving over to Rhysis. He towers over her, but still she takes her mate’s lower hands in hers. “I know you worry. For me, for our people.” It would have been strange to her, a few years back, to call a group of Fallen - no, Eliksni - her people. But still they have become hers as she has become theirs.

She squeezes his hands, and if he’d bend down she’d give him a kiss on his mask. “Skolas is dead, he cannot hurt us anymore,” she whispers. “The House of Dusk are a threat yes, but we are well hidden from them. The Red Legion are scattered. My Light is back. The Traveler is awake. Things are looking up, for once.”

#laine being a bug hugger on main lmao #‡ AND NOW MY WATCH BEGINS (ic)#‡ RUNNING WITH WOLVES (verse ii)#‡ FROM THE ASHES WE RISE (arc: post d2)#‡ AS THE STORIES ARE WRITTEN (threads)#rhysis | 001.#eliksnii

born-to-serve-the-light‌ / CRONUS.

He glanced over, sighing in relief to see that she’s already up to her shoulders in the water. He’d seen Laine naked before, but that was a long time ago, they’d been on a few outings that could be considered dates. He didn’t wish to rush.

Oblivious to her examining him, as he was too busy averting his eyes from her, he waded into the water, sighing as the autumn chill was chased from his bones. He cupped his hands, picking up a handful of water and pouring it over his head.

“God, that’s nice.”

@reborninlight

‡ - Laine turns around in the water then, still having it cover her up to her shoulders. She moves over to him, grinning as she splashes him playfully. “You know, you don’t have to be afraid to look at me,” she practically purrs, turning to wade back to shore, back facing him, and grab the soap she left there.

She dips her head beneath the water, resurfacing quickly, and begins to lather up her hair, sighing contently as she gets the dirt out. Dipping her head beneath the water once more she gets the soap out of it, resurfacing and making her way over to Cronus, offering the soap in one hand.

“Really, I’m sure you’ve seen me naked before. No need to be shy. I’ll need that soap back to wash the rest of my body in a bit - I just want to enjoy the water for a moment.”

#nsfw #nsfw //#‡ AND NOW MY WATCH BEGINS (ic)#‡ WALK IN THE LIGHT (verse: main)#‡ REBORN A LEGEND (arc: destiny 1)#‡ AS THE STORIES ARE WRITTEN (threads)#cronus | 002.#borntoservethelight

Nervousness wasn’t an emotion he was used to feeling. There was a little of it when they were deployed together, it was only natural, right? Still, it spiked as he undressed, the roar of the nearby waterfall drowning out the sound of him swallowing heavily. He had his back turned to Laine, giving the Warlock her privacy even if they were about to bathe in the same spring.

‡ - Laine hadn’t asked Cronus to turn his back when she undressed, he simply did. She rolls her eyes a little as she slips out of her robes, until she stands bare to the world. The wind nips at her skin and she shivers, setting her robes and boots aside on a nearby rock. She’s pretty sure Cronus has seen her naked before, though she doesn’t remember it.

No matter, they’ve been in the field for days, and they’re here to bathe. Laine has some soap with her, and she sets it on a rock right next to the spring, before wading in. The water is warm, a nice contrast to the cool air. It’s nearly autumn and temperatures are dropping in this part of the world.

She sinks up to her shoulders into the water and gives a content sigh, letting her head loll back and closing her eyes. The water feels lovely and she can already feel the dirt washing off her.

Looking back towards the shore, she sees Cronus undressing and blushes deeply. She tries not to stare at his ass, keeping her eyes on the back of his head, as she calls out. “Come on, Cronus! The water feels lovely.”

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echo.

Their eyes move from her to the little ghost and then back, following Laine as she moves to step between them and the miscreants. Glancing to the trio for a second Echo considers their response before talking, “Yes but it was only snow. I am uninjured..”

Watching them look between each other and then to Laine they seem to back off. Shifting in the snow behind her Echo falls quiet as the group seem to hide the would-be-weapons behind them and start to shuffle off. Tangling with a Guardian was not something anyone wanted and apparently the exo was not worth the effort, for the time being.

“Thank you, Guardian,” they say quietly. It would not have been hard to just run off. They’re tall enough that getting around fast was easy and always an option. Though, given the group most likely knew where Echo’s shop was, there is a feeling they will be back later when there is no Guardian to help them out.

Too bad for them. Echo had enough weapons to fund a private army and would readily protect themselves with everything available. It wouldn’t be the first time nor the last.

‡ - “Still, you should not have to suffer through this. Away with you!” Laine says in a commanding voice to the gathered civilians. “And if I catch you giving this person trouble again, I’ll be contacting the authorities.”

She watches in satisfaction as the group begins to dissipate, putting their makeshift weapons away and shuffling off. She exchanges a glance with her Ghost before she turns back to the stranger, giving them a smile. Sure, they’re a strange looking Exo. But she’s not one to judge.

“Of course. No one deserves to be harrassed. The City is supposed to be a safe haven. For everyone,” she emphasizes. “I am Laine Dagmar, and this is my Ghost, Haven.” The Ghost gives a bob from where he floats over his Guardian’s shoulder, inclining his shell towards Echo. “What is your name?”

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@born-to-serve-the-light replied to your post: ‡ - “Excuse my husband. He can be…judgemental.”

What part of treason do you people not understand, by the Traveler what is happening to this City

‡ - “Live and let live, love. As long as no one is getting hurt.”

#born-to-serve-the-light #borntoservethelight #‡ A LITTLE FUN NEVER HURTS (crack)

‡ - “Excuse my husband. He can be...judgemental.”

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born-to-serve-the-light‌ / CRONUS.

Cronus chuckled lowly, raising an arm to check the time against the suns setting, the display on his vambrace showing that night was indeed coming fast. He didn’t say anything, they would make it.

“We started calling it that, actually. The Risen.” His voice had a humorous lilt, and he looked down at the Awoken. “Vadim has visions, you see. We all do from time to time, but he said he saw the settlement becoming a grand City under the Traveler. So we started calling it that to poke fun at him.”

‡ - “Oh?” There’s curiosity as Laine glances over to him, glowing blue eyes blinking. She balks a bit when he calls the Speaker by a name, but recovers quickly, laughing. “So the mysterious Speaker has a name, does he?”

“That’s interesting though. I didn’t know he, or anyone, had visions. All I knew is that he spoke for the Traveler. Rather odd, that one. But him having visions makes sense. It has to speak to him somehow.” She shrugs at the mention of the settlement becoming a city. “I could see it. If people keep coming then it might grow to become a city one day. But that’s a long way off.”

Laine tilts her head at the mention of them teasing the Speaker. “Do you not believe what he saw?”

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notpetals‌ / YOR.

He can feel the Light at his back, a brightness not born of the raging inferno threatening to consume all in its path. Dredgen turns his head upon hearing her speak. A half step back, partial turn to his body, head tilting as if he did not understand her questions. Thorn now lingers down at his side with a finger curled around the trigger out of anticipation.

Even as white hot vibrance dances across his form the sickly green gaze that peeks out from under his hood is brighter. This chaos is where he thrives and where the whispers are the quietest, only, now they have returned with a vengeance in the presence of a pillar representing hope. Does Laine know just how important she has become?

To slaughter a Guardian before a village hoping she was to save them- few things were so satisfying for a shadow.

“Same reason anyone does anything,” he begins with voice barely above a shout to carry across the crackling fury. “It’s fun.” Eyes shift down slightly to the weapon she holds and his next action comes without previous cause. Yor draws his free hand up in a quick motion, black wall of cold dark springing to life between them.

‡ - He gives no answer as to his identity, but Laine sees the Thorn at his side. A Shadow of Yor, then? They’re one of the few groups that dare openly carry Thorn. He’s certainly twisted enough to be one, slaughtering a village without care.

His eyes are a sickly green, and Laine shudders. This Guardian has gone Dark, there is no doubt about that. Hopefully she’s distracting him long enough for the remainder of the villagers to get to the safety of the town hall. Hopefully she can kill him, end this madness.

“You monster!” she cries, auto rifle still aimed at his head. But she has not yet fired when he raises the barrier of Darkness, blocking any shots she may have fired. No matter. She reaches for the comforting cool of the void, forming the grenade in her hand, before she tosses it over the barrier, getting behind the cover of a low wall once she’s tossed it.

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notpetals‌ / YOR.

yeets this @reborninlight

He stands by, idle as flames dance up the sides of old wood. In the infinite dark of night, orange and red and yellow ignite so bright they are almost blinding, and the shadow looks away only for a moment. Drawing back his tattered cloak Yor reaches for Thorn as screams erupt from those within. A slow breath, waiting, and when the door opens the crack of gunfire strikes. A body falls.

Delicious. They were not of Light but even still, the whispers were happy to consume. WIthin the palm of his hand where a tainted weapon does not lie, more violent Solar energy forms. He strolls forward and drags the gloved hand over the surface of the next house. It would not take long to burn the whole settlement to ash.

People are starting to wake up, amidst the terror, and in the middle of it all he comes to a stop. Something catches his attention. Or, rather, someone captures the gaze of an insatiable appetite. A Light among the Dark. There is a Guardian somewhere trying to get people to safety. Cute.

‡ - Laine had come upon the town late at night, seeking a place to rest. But when she arrived, she found chaos. There was someone in the town, killing people without mercy. Laine wants nothing more to get back to the City, back to her family, but she cannot leave these people to die.

So she goes from home to home, banging on doors to rouse people, trying to get them to safety. She tells them to gather in the town hall, shepherding families to where they’ll hopefully be safe, carrying children who can’t run fast enough. The few villagers with weapons guard the entrance, and Laine disappears back into the village to retrieve more people.

It’s then that she sees the stranger.

He looks like a Titan or a Hunter. But the aura he gives off is decidedly dark. Vadim has taught her to hone her senses to the Darkness, so she could sense danger coming.

She raises her auto rifle, pointing it at the stranger’s head. “Who are you?!” she demands. “Why are you doing this?!”

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iamnojedi‌ / AHSOKA.

“That’s.. mildly terrifying. I’m concerned now.” She smiled, even if it did look kind of nervous. Truthfully, she was terrified of Cronus, but she also figured an overprotective mother could make the imposing Titan look like a kitten. “I’m… always worried around Cronus. I’m waiting for the moment I get that look when he’s seriously contemplating tossing me off The Tower.”

Her lips pursed a little, “but now, I’m curious about what’s been said about me.”

‡ - “You needn’t be concerned,” Laine says with a wave of her hand. “I’ve heard nothing but good things about you.” She rolls her eyes at the mention of her husband doing such a thing. “He wouldn’t be able to get away with throwing you off the Tower. I’d kick his ass for it.”

Her smile is soft as she looks upon Ahsoka. “My son has said you make him happy, Ahsoka. That you’re nice and warm, and even when you tease him he loves spending time with you. Like I said, good things.”

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