#arclady

[luxdelumin]

“you knew her. the real ikora.” memories float around her head; memories that do not seem like her, and yet are eerily familiar. she isn’t sure how she feels about it. “what was she like? what were... you two like?”

@arclady​ | invaded my discord to ask for a starter ilu bby

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arclady replied to your post “Drifter, fron the annex, hearing everybody wanta to bone anybody: ‘Get...”

'i mean i could throw you into bed?'

“Say no more”

[notpetals]

@arclady​​ liked for a lyrical starter | good times bad times / led zeppelin

   “In the days of my youth, I was told what it was to be a man.” He was supposed to protect those that could not do so for themselves, but in the end it had been so pointless. People still died, the Darkness still thrived, to be a mere man was to die.

[exosemporium]

@arclady  //  s.c.

   “i’m glad you’ve returned. though, it might have cost you more friendships than you initially thought.”

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arclady replied to your post: Drifter, sitting, holding a drink, just staying on...

‘you already have the bar over my head what else can you do?’

“Lady, I’m still not over that, you know.   But I’m a man of ideas. I’ll come up with something else”.

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#new mom drifty said i smell !!

“He does! He smells like disappointment and regret, kinda brings the mood down y’know”.

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❛ I opened my heart to a liar. ❜

How dare she.After all they had lived. After saving each other’s lives to almost the same fate. After days and days of calling her, of being persistant, hoping she would pick up her communicator...after fighting the darkness in that cold planet to return to her, after so, so much...After giving his heart to someone who the world had lost faith in. Letting her in, showing her kidness, putting his plans to pause at times to ensure hers would continue.

And she called him a liar. She dared call him a liar. She dared to stand there, in his ship, the place she had returned to oh so many times when the world was collapsing on her shoulders to seek for comfort and safety, and she dared to call him a liar. After all that time, she had the nerve to insinuate he had been nothing but honest to her.To her. Did she knew what she was saying? Was she aware of what she was implying?

One deep breath, blinking three times to erase the surprise away from his face. In a simple move, he extended his arm, and pointed towards the exit. 

He wasn’t going to dignify her with a response. Not after she destroyed the trust he had placed in her. 

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that was the night i died.

The Drifter was aware how sensitive the SIVA crisis was for her. She barely spoke of it when they found each other after the situation, he never asked for details. It was not his time to demand explanations over something that had ruined her, and her people, far worse than anything the iron lords had ever faced. As a terrible person as he could be, he had never been forced by her to speak on what had happened in the frozen hell.Truth being told, he would rather keep things as they were. Frozen back in time, never to be revisited, no matter how tempting it could be to dwell in memories of pain and great chaos to claim victory over one’s destiny and whatever trick the darkness wanted to toss at him.

So he had never asked, and waited patiently for the time she would open the gates and discuss what she had been hiding for this long. Granted, the alcohol he readily had available had played an important part on the revelation, and yet something told him she...wanted to reveal all that had happened. Efrideet wanted him to be aware of the level of pain she had endured, on the tragedy that marked and shaped the very core of her existence into the woman she was now: one not afraid of tossing her javelin at whatever shadow dared peak their ugly face and win every fight against them.

Iron Lady Efrideet was amazing.

“You’ve sure seen some shit, lady”, and a chuckle. So had he. Another story for another time. “But! you’re makin’ messes out of my games. It’s taking me more time to clean than to transmat anyone in! This ain’t the place to be a martyr, you know. Gambit’s a system to take care of certain problems”.