#a fading light

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Remember In My Phoebe Fic Our Girl Made Fun of Orion? :)

that is all

[the-broken-variable]

@a-fading-light​

"...I suppose if it's a date you're wanting so badly, I could fill that spot." Better than some human anyhow.

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"I... wha... huh..?" Well he's gone from annoyed to completely flabbergasted. Nice? Work?

"MZ I don't-- I don't think that word means what ya think it does."

“How do you mean, then? A date is an expanse of time spent together, is it not?” He rolls his shoulders into a shrug. “To that definition, our sparring sessions are not much different.”

[ziel-soundwave]

“Wait, so you didn’t know about the storm hounds whose howls moved the weather either?”

[wieldiism]

“Oh, a fellow multiverse traveler too, or?” @lawain-dimensional-heroes​ 

“Uhhh no offense Mister, but you take it back, right now. I don’t have the energy to deal with enemies slaughtering me left & right.” @a-fading-light​

[venusadeptintraining]

Funniest interaction?

{{Hmmm... A lot of the short ones are really funny!

There was a one-off with mowseries where Rowan had mentioned dying his hair with ink and Nico asked where Rowan got squids for milking.

I had to clean my drink off of my laptop. It was just so unexpected, and that's the type of humor that will get me every time.}}

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

PHOEBE THE HUNTER TIME

Michael's coming, dw. just had a plot bunny that went zoom zoom

[the-broken-variable]

“You shouldn’t have inquired. Organics are disgusting anyhow, but... What did you expect when the only reason their interest in you has to do with your build?”

[the-broken-variable]

“Death is not something that scares me.”

a-fading-light answered:

"...no, I suppose it doesn't."

In that way, we're almost kindred spirits.

Rock frowns, staring off at the icy hell scape MZ called home. One could almost be forgiven for thinking this place is peaceful. Certainly feels that way when the snow fall is gentle, and the glow of his optics reflects softly off each flake.

"...but do the deaths of others... ever bother ya?" It's a stupid question to be asking the war machine of all people. MZ never struck him as someone who struggled with guilt, fear, paranoia...

"...what does death even mean t' someone like you?"

Of course it didn’t, not after... 

⅄O∩ ɔ∀ᴎ'⊥ DIƎ OWƎ⅁∀, I MOᴎ'⊥ ƎᴧƎᴚ ⅂Ǝ⊥ ⅄O∩.

Flurries brush his hair, bangs swaying haphazardly in the blizzard. Lost in thought, the blond almost looks as non-threatening as the environment he called home. He reaches out, snowflakes falling to rest on his palm, then melt from its heat.

MZ’s voice could be lost to the muffled air of the storm, but he knows the General still hears him. “...No.” His braid twists, changes direction with the wind. “Answering your inquiry with one of my own-- Does it bother you when a roach is crunched under the sole of your boot?” Humans were hardly better than rats and insects.

His hand drops limply to his side, optics closing out the world. “It’s an ending. I cause it, but it has not been delivered to me. This entire world exudes death, no life anywhere on it.” I would know. “It’s quiet even when the moments before it are not. I find the silence it brings... peaceful.”

(( @a-fading-light​ ))