#anna lime

[dextynthemageofhope-blog]

*crying forever*

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Things That Aren't Okay: 1. This

Turning his hearing up just before falling asleep was one of the things that had become habitual to Dextyn since he’d been on Earth. It was important for him to do so consistently, since he would never really know when he was going to be attacked while asleep, and the better his hearing, the easier it was for him to wake up at the first signs of danger.

In this situation, danger came with the sound of buzzing from afar, waking Dextyn up immediately. He looked around warily, one arm going over Anna’s sleeping form protectively as he scanned the sky for the sound’s origin. He didn’t have to look too hard though, as the machine appeared in his line of sight, heading right for him.

Quicker than would be expected of him, Dextyn stood up and converted his left hand to a strife weapon- something he hadn’t had to do in a long time. Replacing the hand was a spinning blade, and he growled in defense as the bot came nearer and nearer.

It stopped, hovering in front of him, a small light blinking in its middle, but he just glared at it. He knew what this was and that it was here was not a good thing. He knew he had to push the button and listen, knew he wouldn’t like what it said. Nothing good ever came from drones of any kind. He came to know that back on the mothership.

He gained a glimmer of hope, however, when he saw the familiar symbol on the drone’s side- the symbol he recognized as his mentor’s calling card. Perhaps, if he were lucky, this would be a message from him. It could be answers to questions he’d been asking for sweeps. Like, for instance, why he was left there. However, when he pushed the button in, listens to the machine recite his name, caste, rank, age, and the number zero (though he wasn’t sure what that symbolized), and the drone produced not the words of his mentor, but of the imperial sea bitch herself.

He sat through her speech, and with each word the Condesce said, he felt more hopeless, as though this were designed exactly with the intention of breaking his heart. When it was over, the drone’s light fading and it remaining there, hovering before it as though waiting for an answer he wasn’t going to give, Dextyn was almost ready to fall to his knees and cry all over again.

He was so close to being happy. So close to having some semblance of a happy life, of a long one, one with Anna by his side. He had been so optimistic, had such hope for having found his place in the world….

And then the drone had appeared, and shattered everything.

Rather than fall to his knees, however, Dextyn glared into the tiny lens in the drone’s front. He knew who made the drone- knew it was a camera, and knew well enough that someone was watching- maybe not now but later. He knew they’d see this someday and know exactly how furious the blueblood was.

But how could they if the drone never returned?

Without regard to waking Anna up, Dextyn grabbed the drone in his hand, clutching it hard enough to dent the metal sides, and brought it close to his face.

“NO.” He said, loudly and clearly so that it hurt his own ears but he didn’t care. “I. Will. NEVER. Kill. A human.” If this drone’s video feed was live, his message would be heard, and if it wasn’t, and someone found it someday, they’d see an angry troll ready to murder not humans, oh no, but the sea bitch herself.

His saw whirred to life, and Dextyn promptly sliced the drone clean in half, leaving two half spheres of sparking wires laying on the ground.

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Unexpected Departure

Dextyn woke up suddenly and reached for his mask to replenish his breath. As the strange chirping of human bugs melded with the other natural night time noises, he took a few deep breaths, and then looked around.

Judging by the moon’s position, it was still well into the night, and all the stars shone magnificently in the sky with the big white moon as the focal point. It was nothing like the pink and yellow moons of Alternia, but it was beautiful.

Speaking of beautiful, he came back down to Earth to look at his group of companions. They had set up camp around the little fire, Dextyn having run back to drive the jeep closer (he refused to let Anna do it and hurt her ankle even worse) to have easy access to supplies. They’d gotten the human boy (whose name he had yet to learn) comfortable and Dextyn did what he could with what they had to try and help him. He’d perhaps be asleep for a long time, but he would recover. He and Anna had chosen a blanket to sleep on under the open stars, while Hearst had chosen to sleep in the jeep.

Thinking of his moirail, Dextyn smiled to himself and thought this could be the perfect time to get in some time with her, and maybe talk a bit. He hadn’t had much time to just hang out with her like they used to, so careful not to wake Anna with his movement, Dex stood and went to the jeep.

Looking into the windows, he prepared to knock and wake his friend up… but she wasn’t there. His smile melted to a frown and he looked in the front and back for her, but she was nowhere to be seen. Panic started to set in when he saw she’d taken her things, but he tried to calm down and rationalize. She’d probably just needed to go to the bathroom or took a walk or went to get firewood or something. Surely, she’d be back. I mean, they were moirails, she couldn’t just leave… right?

But as he sat down beside Anna’s sleeping form once more and waited, poking the fire with a stick, he slowly came to realize she wasn’t coming back. His heart broke and he couldn’t go back to sleep if he tried. Over the trees, the sky turned from dark blue to pink and orange and the sun began to rise, and Hearst hadn’t returned. Dextyn went numb with the understanding of the situation. His moirail was gone- she had left him, got her stuff and walked off without saying goodbye.

Well… there goes one quadrant…

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Regrets

Dextyn woke up with the shocking realization that he couldn’t breathe. He hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep, but he felt for sure he must have unless he’d just intensely zoned out, but he didn’t do that too often. The Alternian gasped for air that barely came and clutched his through, each inhale feeling like slowing rusty nails. The worst part was he couldn’t even scream for help- not that he felt he even deserved help at this point, with what he’d done.

But he knew what to do. This had happened once before when he had slept without the mask on. It was pathetic how desperately he needed it. Without the mask, he couldn’t breathe for himself, just like he couldn’t walk without the legs or touch without the arms or hear without the ears or see without the eye. He was a mess, kept alive with metal and steel. He started wondering if this was an offshoot timeline, and in the real one, he had died like he was supposed to after the blast.

Thinking like that was gonna actually kill him though, and he had too much to do, too much to see  to die now. He had to calm down and breathe. Closing his eyes, sore and puffy where he’d been crying, Dextyn forced himself to relax, letting his patched fragile lungs slowly replenish themselves with air until he could almost breathe naturally. Good. He was ok; Still feeling like a festering shit pile of all the most awful traits one could possibly have, but ok. Alive.

Shakily, Dextyn tried to stand and found his leg partially damaged. He could still walk, but it was more difficult and took a deal more out of him. He needed to fix it… but had neither the tools nor energy to do so. He was fucked, to say the least. He managed to limp over to a rock and sit down, wary of working too hard lest his breathing get worse. He needed his mask, but he’d left it with her, and no way was he going back. How could he possibly look her in the face after that?

When the sound of dogs not far from where he was, yipping and barking like that, made him lose whatever hope he retailed. That was it then. He was gonna die like this, attacked by wild dogs he used to eat. What sick twisted karma. He closed his eyes, leaned back, and waited.

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At The Gas Station

The sun felt like hot irons on the back of Dextyn’s neck as he walked, and the scientist troll began to wish he had some metal coating there as well. He was thankful for the immunity to sun his metal limbs possessed, even if they were scalding to the touch now. He had to be careful not to touch anything flammable, lest he accidentally light set it ablaze. The exposed skin on his face was already beginning to feel tight and flaky, clear signs of a burn, and he really couldn’t wait to see the strange shapes it made with the areas covered by his mask and goggles. And he meant that as sarcastically as possible.

He’d left his coat with Anna for the time being because to be fair, with as much skin as she was showing, she was much more susceptible to burns. He could handle a few on his face and neck to prevent his current company from turning into one big continuous burn. Besides, in this sweltering heat, he was glad to shed the extra layer.

By now, the two were nearing the remains of the gas station. He only knew it was a gas station because of the big sign that was somehow intact by now. He’d been making bets with himself over how long it would take for it to finally collapse, but as of yet, all were unfulfilled. Dextyn led the way closer, dodging around and over old broken car parts and rubble and towards the partially collapsed building.

“Well, this is it.” He gave a halfhearted nod to it. “I… I’m gonna head inside. Sometimes I catch a pack of wild bark beasts or something hiding in there, and those things make a decent meal.” He waved behind him and headed inside without a second glance at her.

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Yup. These two. I like them.

Hope I drew her right! I was going off the FC so... yeah...