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    “ I’m not STUCK I’m just- .. ”

     “ .. I’m stuck. ”

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Got it. I'll keep that in mind

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❛ I meant… How are you holding up? ❜

     “ A little… ”

     “ Wishy washy- but hahh.. Nothing I can’t handle. ”

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"Cute stunt you pulled earlier." Keylime's voice came from behind once they were finally both in private, and there wasn't any pause between the words being uttered and his hands slinking down from shoulders to wrists. Cayde is turned around and those wrists pinned up against a close wall, with one knee parking itself between his thighs for good measure. "Tell me, do you have any more in mind? I do quite like them, you see..."

     Oh… He didn’t expect THAT- But it wasn’t at all UNWELCOME. However, it was clear upon his features the SHOCK and SURPRISE that came with this. He liked it.. 

     “ Hooh.. Limes.. Y’ really know how to treat a guy, don’t cha ? ” He wriggled under his hold, but not to get free. He just had a problem with sitting STILL. 

      Stunts. HA. He has a lot of things up his sleeve. A lot of plans to try and make that pretty face brighten with an exos blush. His jaw flexed, blue optics searching green. “ I got a whole lot.. But how ‘bout you stop talkin’ and kiss me already. ”

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Stars, he’s gotta be hallucinating or something… Can Exos even hallucinate? Or maybe it’s a vision..? Surely this can’t be a rational situation, no… No, no…

He’s stock still, pinpointed green optics locked onto soft and familiar blues, the only movement being the incredibly ANXIOUS fidgeting of his fingers over his chest. A million thoughts run through his mind, a million rationalizations and… Irrationalizations. He tells his Ghost to wake him up, but they say he’s already awake. He tells them that’s impossible, but they say to go and feel that indeed, the Light has touched the beloved Hunter Vanguard once again.

Beloved by the people. Beloved by the Hunters. ( Beloved and so, so deeply grieved by me… )

He steps forward, slow, two by two, and pauses. He is very, very unsure if what was in front of him was truly real, and very, very afraid that it’ll all unravel if he so much as blinks. Draws a shaky breath in, two more steps forward, and he’s right next to him. Right next to his Light, a well of Solar that burns forever ʀᴀᴅɪᴀɴᴛ, and that’s how he knows.

His hands reach up, still apprehensive, and his fingers gently rest and curl around the revived Vanguard’s shoulders. He’s warm yet again, so warm and positively EXISTING despite all odds, and Keylime can barely restrain the physically painful flood of emotions that balloon in his chest and throat.

“… You’re here.” He finally speaks up, his tone ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ and limbs shaking; He is one of CAYDE’S Hunters, one who has loved so much and lost too much, but now he has finally REGAINED.

“You—- Y-You’re really here…”

     Shoot. Guess his joke didn’t lighten the mood.. but why would it ? Inside, he understood, and he let this front drop for a few moments. The hands upon his shoulders and a shattered tone was enough to give him the signal to be SERIOUS. The hunter looked sad, but.. happy that he was staring at the one person he never thought to see again. Guess it was time to let him him.

     His hands reached out to rest on the other exos hips. Gripping him firm enough to let him know he’s HERE. He’s ALIVE and he’s WELL... “ K e y.. ” His own tone softened. “ Yeah, it’s.. Me. I’m here, pal. I’m really really here. ” 

     Cayde normally never enjoyed getting this close to others- but with the situation that’s been unfolding, he allowed it... and he PULLED his hips toward him so they were chest to chest. His arms wrapping around him to EMBRACE. 

     .. Keylime was one of the SPECIAL ones, after all. He was one of  his BEST. His most TRUSTED and.. ( --- )

     His jaw attachments flexed. Metal cheek resting on an armored shoulder. “ Guess I got a little too reckless for my own good, huh ? ”

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she cannot take her eyes off him. 

though she would never say it, she is afraid. afraid that if she looks away, if she so much as closes her eyes, he will disappear. she will fade from this dream and return to the world of the living, where he is gone forever, and she and zavala must flounder through all the challenges to come without him.

for all they’ve barked and balked and argued, there is no doubting how important cayde was– and is– to them. zavala was their strategic mind, ikora the heart of the vanguard, but cayde? oh, now cayde was their SOUL. the people’s vanguard, the warmth that put the world at ease, the light that chased the darkness away. she cannot bear to lose him again. 

“hush,” begs the warlock, both hands reaching to cup his face. her voice SHATTERS at the word, tears welling in her eyes. “hush, cayde. don’t– don’t you dare apologize. don’t… if this is a dream, if i wake up and you’re gone, i need to… it wasn’t your fault, do you understand? it wasn’t.”

ikora shifts, changing position so she can kneel before him, and wraps her arms tight around his neck. warm eyes close. try as she might, she cannot stop the way her body trembles, desperately pressing against him. she needs his warmth, his presence, the feel of him, just one more time. just enough to keep her errant soul here.

     He   h a t e d   this.. OH how he hated this.. Ikora was never ever LIKE this. Shattered. Utterly broken. It didn’t comfort Cayde in the slightest. She was always like a rock. Something so hard to crack by those who wernt close with her- but event then.. His mouth lit up with a shaky sigh. He didn’t know how to REACT. 

     When she hushed him, he did as ordered and fell SILENT. It wasn’t his fault ..? he didn’t believe that, but now wasn’t the time to argue. She moves now, and he watches her every move. Ready to CATCH if she falls once more.. but her arms wrap around him and he feels his spark sink when she TREMBLES. His own arms wrap around her waist PROTECTIVELY. Pulling her as close as he can GET her. Holding her with a grip that says.. I love you. 

     “ Ikora.. ” He whispers into her neck. “ I’m here. I’m alive. I’m.. I’m here. ” With his words came his light to brush against hers. NEW light always felt different. More refreshing. He KNEW this and.. It was his way to let her know this was R E A L. “ I got ya, darlin’. I ain’t going nowhere. ”

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❛ no. i don’t believe you. ❜ ... ❛ when i wake up, you won’t be there. ❜ - from keylime, who isn't quite convinced it's not a dream.

     “ HUH. … Nap time already ?? Think i’ll PASS this time around. After a year long recharge you get some built up energy.. OO ! What kind of sandwich you want when you wake up ? Or do you prefer ramen ? ”

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the world goes black, and ikora crumples to the ground.

for a moment, there is nothing but stillness; quiet, deafening silence that stretches across the tombs. then cayde speaks, though it does little. for the past year, he has been but one of many who could claim this as their final resting place. the smell of dried flowers and forgotten offerings is thick in the air, stale and yet overpowering on the tongue.

it is but one of many reasons why ikora had not visited as often as he deserved, though that matters little now. ophiuchus stirs as he is called, forming from the neural net he and ikora share. 

after sixty-seven years of silence, it is hard for him to remember that others could, and sometimes would, acknowledge his presence. one bright optic turns from his fallen guardian to cayde. if he had been gifted an eyebrow, it would be furrowing.

“ your paperwork is going to be nightmare. “

he turns once more to his guardian. then, he lowers himself, to press against her cheek. warmth radiates from his shell, his light basking over ikora’s face. and, as her eyes begin to flutter, he disappears– though not without giving cayde one last, worried look.

“what the fuck?” the words are whispered, and a trembling hand lifts, to rest against her forehead. it takes another few seconds for ikora to open her eyes, for those eyes to finally focus on his face. and then, quietly, she repeats, “what the fuck?”

her hand lifts, fingertips reaching for his face. 

“…cayde?”

     His mechanical heart pulled when her eyes opened. It was clear he’s been gone LONGER than he’d like to hear. Then her voice. How it cracked.. It almost sent a shiver down his back strut. Her fingertips reached for his face and he GLADLY lowered to meet her touch. It was so soft.. He always loved when she felt like this, but.. This it was... Different.. and he felt s a d.

     “ Hey... ” His voice was, but a whisper in the beginning. “ Guess i’ve been gone a while, huh ? ” A while.. Yea. If only he knew for sure in this moment. His hand stroked her head once more. Just as DELICATE as when she was unconscious. 

     “ Look- About the prison-  I shouldn’t have been so reckless. I’m so sorry, Ikora. I hurt you and.. i’m sure I hurt Zavala too. I messed up. I don’t know why in hell it gave me a second chance, but.. I won’t ruin this one. I promise, I.. ”

     A gold tear came to ROLL down a blue painted cheek. He hardly EVER cried. NEVER had anyone ever seen him cry other than ANDAL BRASK. It was an emotion he HID from everyone. An emotion he left for when no one was around.. because as much as people hated to see it- happy go lucky chaps like Cayde have just as much human emotion as any other. 

     “ Are you okay ? ”

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ What happened? ❜

❛ How are your injuries? ❜

❛ Just promise me you’ll stay here. ❜

❛ You can’t blame yourself. ❜

❛ You know I’m here for you, right? ❜

❛ I’ve never seen you like this before. ❜

❛ When I wake up, you won’t be there. ❜

❛ Okay. You get to leave now. ❜

❛ No. I don’t believe you. ❜

❛ Just.. put down the very sharp knife… ❜

❛ It wasn’t your fault. It hurts. ❜

❛ This isn’t you. ❜

❛ Stop it. ❜

❛ You should be resting. ❜

❛ Are you okay? Did they hurt you? ❜

❛ How can you act like that? ❜

❛ Then why are you still here? ❜

❛ Are you okay? ❜

❛ You can’t live in the past. You gotta move on. Let it go. ❜

❛ And when were you planning on telling me? ❜

❛ What are you, trying to give me a heart attack? ❜

❛ What’s wrong? What happened? ❜

❛ I thought we agreed that secrets are bad! ❜

❛ Sorry. Didn’t want to push any sore spots. ❜

❛ Everything okay? ❜

❛ Do you even know where you’re headed? ❜

❛ I can’t help you unless you talk to me. ❜

❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜

❛ It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. ❜

❛ Whoa, what are you doing? ❜

❛ Why do you run from me? ❜

❛ You’re changing the subject. ❜

❛ It’s four o'clock in the morning, what are you doing? ❜

❛ You’re bleeding. ❜

❛ You gotta be more careful. ❜

❛ I meant… How are you holding up? ❜

❛ You’re avoiding my question. ❜

❛ I think the worst of it’s over now. ❜

❛ Don’t let fear keep you quiet. You have a voice so use it. ❜

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- ; phrases that really hit you where it hurts

“ did you really have to be that honest? ” “ every time i see you i just feel more alone. ” “ you changed me. ” “ was this all just a joke to you? ” “ i don’t want to know. ” “ can we start over? ” “ you make me feel so insecure. ” “ i don’t know if i can love you. ” “ every time i wake up i’m reaching for you … but you’re never there. ” “ of course it meant something! ” “ stop yelling! ” “ i gave up on you a long time ago. ” “ you think i care about you? cute. ” “ did you just forget about me or something? ” “ i still need you. ” “ i wanna say that there’s still hope but sometimes things just don’t go your way. ” “ you said you would keep trying! ” “ no, you ARE strong. ” “ you promised me! ” “ fine. you’ll never see me again, okay? ” “ i gave you everything i had. ” “ your eyes can be so cruel … ” “ i can never do anything right can i !? ” “ i want my life back. ” “ stop crying. ” “ you should go. ” “ don’t come back. ” “ does hurting me make you feel good or something? ” “ just stop it. ” “ i was never in love with you now leave me alone! ”

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a year.

it’s… it’s HARD to believe it’s been a year. a year of sorrow, a year of nothing but a monochromatic way of living; a year where all the joy and color had been sapped from her life, all because of a single well-aimed bullet. though she and zavala are doing their best to make things work, nothing they say or do can ever bring him back. nothing will ever make them whole again.

ikora rey is on her way to his tomb when the little light passes her. in her hands, she clutches a small bouquet of flower; forget-me-nots, tied together with a yellow ribbon. violent eyes lift from the blue petals to the ghost, though he’s gone before she can so much as ask him where he’s going.

poor ambus, the warlock cannot help but think. he had been given a guardian befitting his kindness, his gentleness. and, in the end, yor had broken his heart. he’d sent the ghost away and banished him from ever truly serving the light again. no one in the city or tower dared to hold yor’s actions against him, especially not with the sorrow that dripped off him.

but this is different, she realizes after a moment. he is not dawdling, or hesitating, or even mumbling an apology. he’s going somewhere– and fast.

it doesn’t take her long to realize his destination.

ikora rey, warlock vanguard, osiris’ only true student, stands in the doorway to cayde’s final resting place. the gentle light from the hallway washes over her, bathing her clothes and robes in an artificial glow. as he sits up, NUMBNESS spreads throughout her entire being. the flowers FALL from her fingers. her lips part, unable to form words. violet eyes shift from guardian to ghost, and then once more back to cayde.

“you…”

and then, much to her embarrassment, ikora rey faints.

     He seen it as soon as it started to happen. Her eyes seemed to roll and her body began to go limp. His INSTINCTS kicked in and he BOLTED from the table to CATCH her before her head hit the ground. “ Ikora ? Ikora ! ” Nothing.

     His shoulders slumped and blue optics looked around. He knew this place.. It was the TOMBS.. and he found himself ontop of the table covered in a white sheet. His optics shuttered a blink before looking to the new ghost that hovered close to them. Then he remembered. SUNDANCE. She was GONE... How was he- How was it possible to have a NEW ghost ? Questions come later. Cayde had something MORE IMPORTANT to worry about.

    “ Damn...  Ah.. Ophiuchus ? " The exo called out almost desperately in case the ghost was somewhere NEAR. Perhaps hidden away or trailing a little late behind. This all was starting to click in his head. She in fact HAD seen a ghost. For however long, Cayde didn’t know.. Traveler, how much her and Zavala BOTH must have mourned.. He felt his stomach twist. He hated thinking of it. 

     “ Hey new guy, think you can do anything ??? Comm her ghost for me ? Kinda stuck on what to do here. ”

     “ Of course. Leave it to me. I’ll contact a.s.a.p. ” His ghost whirled. His com PINGING on to RING through to Ophiuchus. In the meantime, Caydes gaze returned to Ikoa. His thumb brushing the back of her head as if he was touching GLASS. “ .. What the hell did I put you through, Ikora..? ”

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