#agent-charleston

[agentolympia]

"I love you."

There was no one on the ship Olympia had expected these words from less than Charleston. She'd beat him to the ground every opportunity, she'd trained him and pushed him and verbally assaulted him. Olympia was sure Charleston hated her and everything she did. 

As she pulled away from the punching bag, her face bright red, she looked at the Gamma agent. 

I love you. 

What was she supposed to say? According to the cheesy media, she should say something soppy, like "I love you too," back. But that wasn't true. She didn't see anything else in Charleston except everything she wanted to fix, she had blinded herself to see only the weak spots in each person, the holes in the wall. It kept people away, and, so she thought, it made her strong. 

"I...Charleston," she sputtered. 

And she couldn't reply, she didn't know what to say. She didn't know how to say I can't love you, because I can't see you as anything more than a project I need to work on. So she turned back to her punching bag, trying to pretend she hadn't heard.

[freelancer-augusta]

"I’m dying."

She looked at Charlie in the training room and rolled her eyes. She hadn't hit him that hard, the Covenant would be coming at him faster and more violently than Augusta could ever manage. They had been training hard for hours, she would give him that. But dying? Seemed a little over dramatic to her. 

"You're fine, Charlie," she paused and squinted at him slightly as she pulled him up off the ground. "But I'll tell you what, we take a break here for lunch and then we're back here in an hour. All you have to do is knock me off my feet. Just think about your strategy."

She had no doubt they'd end up pulling Mont in as an assist, but strategy was as big of a part of combat as actual physical skill. He was coming far, she was impressed. 

[agentnashville]

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

You did not need to tell him that twice. Nashville, grinning, hauled Charlie in close, claiming his lips in a deep kiss.

"Yes, sir."

They were in bed, then, Nashville straddling Charlie’s lap. Clothes tugged off in a flurry of kisses, smiles and laughs shared between desperate, panting breaths.

"You’re gorgeous."

And Nashville was damn lucky to be there.

[callmeorion]

"I trust you."

It wasn't that Orion didn't believe himself trustworthy. He did not lie, he endeavored in any situation to excel, he had done nothing to dissuade the notion that he was that. Entirely that.

But his experience told him that humans did not count history in their decision making process. By and large, they saw the other. They saw something to fear. Because he was not them, he did not deserve trust. No matter what he did, that would not change.

Montgomery had taught him that. Annapolis. The Director.

But here was Charleston, saying it so clearly. Offering up his trust.

And Orion found himself craving that. It was an odd sensation, to want something so much that he had discounted as immaterial.

He was trustworthy. Whether or not the humans acknowledged that did not alter the fact of it.

"I am glad."

Orion paused, blinking, studying Charleston.

"I wish to learn to do the same."

[agentatlanta]

agent-charleston replied to your post: >:|

how does it feel

im gonna rip ur feathers out parrot boy