[solcursed]

“ i’m not feeling very divine tonight ”

when osiris looks over at him, standing caressed in the late mercury dusk, he thinks saint belongs in an oil painting. the blue-grey light contorting over his metal plates makes them as bottomless as titan’s oceans, & he knows he could get lost staring into them. he wants to trace his fingers over the spaces where steel meets softer black tissue, explore the wires that connect joints & sockets like tendons. he wants to press his lips to every knuckle & bask in the gentle purple glow emanating from deep inside him. he’s the most holy creation osiris has ever witnessed ( and that’s been plenty. ) he wishes he was a stronger man so perhaps he could confess his staunch belief that if saint was not the word of god, then god never spoke. 

❛  you’re the most divine thing i’ve never been worthy of knowing.  ❜ he manages instead. 

[solcursed]

“ do you regret what you did to get here ”

from the abyss, a voice that feels like a thousand spider legs runs up his spine, & he doesn’t need to see the face to know who it belongs to. in his mind’s eye he visualizes a man much too similar to himself, wrapped in the darkness he embraced. there is no one standing before him in this stone temple glowing silver, but he stares unblinking at the emptiness as if maybe there is. rumination was a quick road to worse things, & osiris always so desperately fought to avoid it. still, images flash through his conscious just as brief & just as vivid as the rocks that pass through luna’s atmosphere. he regrets he’d been forced to do things he would’ve rather avoided, but they were all necessary. ( they had to be. ) 

                        ❛  do you?  ❜

[phantomemes]

VINDICTIVE SUGGESTIONS

starters  /  memes taken from the blog  vindictive-suggestion .  feel free to change pronouns  &  nouns as necessary .

“ wash your mouth out with holy water ” “ maybe you can pretend to be holy ” “ i’m terrified of becoming the monster i sought to destroy ” “ the voices in my head tell me to run ” “ they tell me i don’t belong ” “ become the monster they expect you to be ” “ when was the last time anyone came to rescue you ” “ will they sing my hymns long after i’m gone ” “ regicide has always had such a nice ring to it ” “ everyone dies in the end ” “ do you feel closer to god yet ” “ meet every sunrise with a middle finger salute ” “ life’s too short to give a fuck ” “ if my life isn’t constantly at stake, then what’s the point ” “ who said i’m going to die ” “ strength has nothing to do with fearlessness ” “ do not die quietly ” “ the wolf in you demands blood ” “ i’ve learned to bare my teeth and bite back ” “ the gods have abandoned you ” “ i have no story ” “ you deserve no softness ” “ i regret and mourn but is that not enough ” “ do you regret what you did to get here ” “ the burning in your chest demands blood ” “ will she save you too ” “ does the rain ever stop ” “ you fucking deserve this ” “ your skin tastes sweet and your blood is wine ” “ i condemn you to death ” “ i cast my heart out of bronze ” “ can you tell i did this for you ” “ I’ll save you ” “ what makes you run so far away from home ” “ spell your name with bonfires and riots ” “ history will remember you ” “ maybe you can reconsider that statement ” “ i’m only mortal, no matter how invincible i try to seem ” “ i wasn’t built to last under the weight of the sky ” “ i’m not feeling very divine tonight ” “ take them down with you if you have to ” “ if we must burn , we can burn together ” “ sometimes it’s okay to stop ” “ i’m not meant for anything less than perfection ” “ if you are meant to go to hell , then take the throne ” “ sometimes you won’t get a second chance ” “ revolution is built on blood ”

[solcursed]

what the fuck is saint’s accent

[solcursed]

is it fake russian ??

[solcursed]

what the fuck is saint’s accent

[gxrlfxg]

getting hype for season of dawn by redrawing this old osiris redesign :) 

[voidbirdy]

I’m what the kids call ‘an atrocity to god’.

[saintxiv]

saint, bending over a table seductively: hey osiris osiris: get off my papers

[sweetsuggests]

i want to trace constellations on your skin and watch the stars in your eyes

[solcursed]

saintxiv‌:

   That was true, he had spent what felt like days wandering (it could have been longer or shorter he really does not know). Many of the simulations he had come across were beyond comprehension for why the Vex even cared of the subjects involved. In the end it was not his business to ponder the alien mind’s reasoning. 

   Watching Osiris as he moves, Saint cannot help but stare. Even when he is asked a question there is no immediate response. It had been sometime since he had seen Osiris without the headdress on and the lighting was sublime within Mercury’s core. Finally moving he walks over to the Warlock and hums quietly, enough that it lights up within his mouth. 

   “What happened out there is why I am here,” he answers while bending over enough to place his hands on the edges of the table Osiris leans against. Now Saint is dangerously close once again, simply looking down upon him. Normally he would not be so bold nor in someone’s face but this situation was different than what he normally experienced. “I want to be here, Osiris, with you.”

wariness radiates off him in muscles that tense & a jaw that sets firm when the titan draws closer. it’s part reflex & part something else. there’s something in the way that saint moves that sends a shudder up his spine. the raw power carried in his step, or maybe the eerie violet glow that pours from his mouth. ( he loves it all. )

there’s no hiding the hitch in his breath when the man of steel & will presses so close. a familiar heat creeps back to his cheeks again, but he doesn’t care to notice it this time. he’s too busy tracing geometrical lines between the plates of his face through half-lidded eyes. tentative arms raise to cup his face between calloused hands, bringing him closer. he captures his mouth in a searing kiss & it’s just as hungry for salvation.  ❛  then have me, dammit.  ❜ he mutters against the place his lips would be. 

[solcursed]

saintxiv‌:

   Luckily for him, Saint does not notice the embarrassed mannerisms. Even if he had there would not be on comment on them from the Titan. He was too nice to point out something like that lest he upset whoever he was talking to. 

   “I am more than alright, why do you ask?” he answers while looking over to Osiris. There is a happiness that had settled into his voice, a tone carrying just how much he wanted to be there. Not necessarily in the Infinite Forest but near Osiris. Really he could care less for the Forest and its dangerous inhabitants, for the simulations they ran. To him it was another place to reclaim in time from those who sought out Humanity’s extinction. The only thing that made it different from anywhere else in their solar system is Osiris, and Saint could easily live with that. 

a pensive sigh passes thinly through his pressed lips. when he turns away it’s to to pull his head dress off & deposit it on a nearby table, the scarf tucked around his face soon brought back down to his neck. in the waning light, dark skin looks almost bronze in the maroon garb draped over him.  ❛  you just spent a lot of time wandering around alone in the forest. sometimes you see things you didn’t want to see to begin with.  ❜ he scratches absently at the stubble that peppered his jawline.  ❛  i was just checking.  ❜ osiris murmurs over his shoulder, turning back to face the titan.

his hips rest against another work addled table, arms crossed nearly defensively across his chest. there’s something reproachful in eyes that swim with liquid fire. they seem to search the floor for answers he won’t get.  

                    ❛  saint. what happened on the plains... was that nothing to you ?  ❜

[solcursed]

saintxiv‌:

   Looking around at the various slots across some of the walls that look out to the land around them, he marvels at how quickly they get so high off the ground. It is a good thing that heights do not bother him. Chuckling quietly at the comment of the forest he looks to Osiris again when he speaks, “Oh, yes, I know firsthand. Before I ran into you I was aimlessly wandering around here. I suppose it is fate that I did come across you, else I think I may have been lost here forever.”

   Once they reach the top he is not surprised to see information scattered everywhere in the abode. Reaching up to remove his helmet Saint just smiles to the best of his ability. 

   “It is better than nothing, and you are here. That alone makes it perfect.”

   Allowing his helmet to transmat away his violet gaze peers out to the seemingly endless sands that rest just beyond their view. It was a sight to behold, though it could never compare to what Mercury once had been. 

he can feel the heat that rises to his cheeks, so he ducks his head in an attempt to disguise it. perhaps the light would offset it. ❛  flatterer.  ❜  the man mumbles. there are not many times in his long life where he feels at a loss & yet this seems to take the cake. there are a thousand words building in his throat; things he wished he’d always told saint but held back out of sheer cowardice. in the same moment, he wants to be again embraced in the strong arms that held him before. such a comforting weight they’d been. 

the result is his body frozen still like a rabbit spotted by the predator. he takes a steadying breath & eyes that burn with the fire of his light search for anything that screams uncertainty from the titan.  ❛  are you... alright ?  ❜ a hand reaches out to tentatively brush bare fingers against the silver gauntlet beside him. 

[solcursed]

saintxiv‌:

   Saint perks up a bit with the admission to his presence being enjoyable. It was always pleasant to hear that someone liked it when he was around, no matter who they were, though hearing it from Osiris felt just a bit more warming. As they avoid the gaze of the Vex he considers asking if he would ever leave the Forest to return to the City. Not to stay, of course, but to enjoy the company of other people. If they were to do that they would need to go not as Guardians but dress as if they were civilians. 

   “The Forest is… not at all what I expected. Hearing the word ‘forest’ does not exactly paint a picture of what it really is,” he replies while peering up to the impossibly high ceiling above them. “It intrigues me.”

   Following Osiris further up the spire he cannot help but wonder why the Vex would build stairs when they can teleport every which way whenever they wanted to, or even in the case of the Harpies, float around. 

he’s walked these steps a hundred times & his feet fall into the same place they always do. if he made the trip a hundred more, he’s sure there would be divots worn into the stone. there was no reason to this, he of course could transmat to the top, but he relishes the ability to show saint what had become his home.  ❛  spend a few days in here alone & you’ll find yourself hopelessly lost. that’s why it’s called the forest.  ❜ the warlock muses.

at the top, the stairs widened into what was probably once a command center now reclaimed as osiris’ makeshift home base. it wasn’t the tidiest, with books & data pads & creased papers covering just about every square inch of flat space. the fruit of his labor, he supposed. the wide bay window floods the room in the brilliant orange light of the setting sun. he can’t help but watch saint in the gentle glow, the way it looks like fire on his metal plating. 

abruptly his throat clears & reluctantly his gaze tears away from the titan to try and mask his growing unease.  ❛  it’s not much ; my apologies.  ❜

[solcursed]

what was that abt people fucking exos

[solcursed]

saintxiv‌: 

   He found it odd that the Vex would not want them gone as soon as possible from their Forest, though maybe it was because they studied them, just as Osiris studied the Vex. Saint certainly would prefer avoiding a firefight if at all possible for the time being. If he could simply walk along with the Warlock then that alone would make him perfectly happy. 

   When the question is poised he thinks it over just briefly, weighing the options or returning. Of course at some point he would like to go back to the City he had sworn to protect. In a way, he was still protecting it. Being with Osiris and helping him within the Vex’s stronghold meant they could at least hinder the machines to some degree. 

   “I do not plan on returning for some time. I killed the Devil’s Kell and the rest ran off back to their wastelands, the City is safe for now and they will not miss a single Titan,” he pauses and thinks of the Speaker. Hopefully he would understand the reason he never returned. “And if they ask of you I will say I never found you. Better to let them wonder than to come here and seek you out on word that you are in the Infinite Forest.”

   Really, the last thing they needed were fanatics to try and enter, especially the ones who were not Guardians at all.

osiris can only offer his stunned silence in response. it lapses into minutes, solely the rush of blood in his ears & the dull thumps of his boots filling the empty air. he considers, for a moment, the beautiful irony of his exile leading away the speaker’s prodigal son. deep down he knows that if ever the city needed him, the savior would return bearing the brightest of the traveler’s light. but for now he’d enjoy the peace he shared with him. 

❛  thank you.  ❜ he replies over his shoulder.  ❛  i enjoy the solitude of this place.  ❜ & despite how easy solitude became isolation. he preferred it to the city most days. some hours he craved the beating, thriving life of a million people. the smell of food, the whirring of engines.  ❛  though i will admit, saint, i think i enjoy it more with you.  ❜ as they neared the spire, the plains grass seems to thin and wear short, & the beady red eyes of vex grow more numerous. he shoulders his rifle, peering down the scope to take out one straying too close to their destination. 

eventually, the sound of their soft footsteps on simulant soil turns hollow on the polished surface of the simulant spire.  ❛  what do you think of the forest then ?  ❜

[solcursed]

saintxiv‌:

   “I could take on all the Vex of this simulation!” he proclaims, arms going up to the air with fingers splayed out. Laughing at himself and transmatting his helmet back over his head Saint-14 drops his arms and follows after Osiris. He also summons his SR4 and lets it hang at his side in his hand. Moving through a place of such mystery without a weapon would certainly be something foolish to do.

   After a few minutes of them wading through the false grasses he speaks up again, “What is it like, living out here?”

   Saint figures it must be lonely. No other Guardians have traversed into the Forest that he knew of, which only left the Vex, and they were not exactly the talking type.

there’s the shadow of a smile through the scarf tucked tight around his face & when he chuckles, it’s at the expressive motions saint plays out.  ❛  if there was one that could, it would be you.  ❜ he meant it. when he turns back around, the stock of his rifle nestled against his body, it’s to stare out on the long horizon. lightning strikes blinding & jagged across the grey sky, cutting the heavens in a vivid display of light. no thunder follows  — it never does. 

❛  quiet.  ❜ he replies, almost involuntarily. he could never deny him & some part of him never wants to.  ❛  the vex are easy enough to avoid if you don’t want to engage them. i spend days at a time reading, or compiling collected data into something more organized. ❜ what he leaves out is that it is indeed maddeningly lonely. some nights were worse than others, where even hours spent meditating or combing down vex wasn’t enough to stave off his personal darkness.

   ❛  sagira helps.  ❜ the man murmurs just barely above a whisper. he navigates them through a path he knows is sparse with vex patrols, & in the distance the spire grows nearer.  ❛  what will you do, when you return to the city ? what will you tell them of me ?  ❜

[solcursed]

saintxiv‌:

   Saint is perfectly content to stand there and hold Osiris, peering down to him in the embrace. It was almost hard to believe the place they stood no longer existed with how peaceful it felt, how real it looked. If there were a place he could choose to stay forever it certainly would have been Mercury when the Traveler graced it with life. Only now it was a burning land of sand and machine. 

   Easing his grip Saint’s gaze moves to where Osiris looks. He had figured the distant form was another one of the Vex’s spires, said to have transformed the planet into their will, but with the power that the Warlock had shown over their simulations he cannot be surprised that some section of it could be cut off from their domain.

   “Let us go, then. Should the Vex try and stop us I will make sure they regret the decision to do so.”

osiris shoots him a look with an arched brow & a half-smile upturning his mouth. it’s an endearing comment.  ❛  thank you, my knight in shining armor.  ❜ he remarked sarcastically. saint frequently did look a modern knight, with that silver & royal purple armor. his deep, resonating voice & his stoic stance. the way he carried himself made people believe in the hero he already was. 

he tugged the mask back over his face, sighing at the comfort that came with hiding behind the familiar fabric. saint wouldn’t be able to read his shock so easily now, nor view the heat that’d slowly crept to his cheeks. beneath the shambles of his composure, the warlock had become consumed again by conflicting feelings of want & guilt & righteous rage. one last look he cast to the holy man before taking the lead to... home, the hip-high grass parting in his sauntering wake.