#blitzherz

[luxdelumin]

Everyone he loves has knives to each other's throats, and he is downright terrified of losing everything and everyone to this... Game's ideas. As exhausted as he is, he comes to his mother, embraces and stays with her. Lifts up a hand in one of his own, presses cool palm to the side of his warm metal face and holds the touch for a long while. Tired green optics that once shone bright with love meet hazel irises, and he can only muster one word in his crackling, strained vocalizer. "... Stay."

ikora rey is so... so very tired.

they have been fighting nonstop every since the drifter arrived with his game. even more so now that he demanded them to pick a side; him or the vanguard, the ones they’ve known and relied upon, or a chance for a better life. it’s too much for her, but still she soldiers on. she HAS to. they need her.

her guardians, her vanguard, the mortals they walk these streets— they all need her, and she cannot fail them. she will NOT become another osiris, too caught up in his own prophecies to notice the pain of those at his feet. even as it drains the last bit of her energy, even as it stretches her far too thin, she remains. she gives it all to them. what else can she do?

keylime takes her hand, presses it to his cheek, and she smiles. he is her son, through it all. the arcstrider, one of cayde’s hunters, a child who had watched his friends and family be torn apart by the drifter’s games. HE is her son, and she is here for him. not just because of all he has done for her, but because she loves him through it all. the good and the bad; the victories and the mistakes. 

“i’m not going anywhere, keylime,” murmurs the vanguard. pulling him closer, ikora presses a kiss to his forehead. “the tower is my home. you are my family. there is no need to fear abandonment, for i am here with you.”

she pulls him into her arms, pulls him down onto her bed. covers are wrapped taunt, pillows stacked almost like a shield against the outside world. she will take care of reports and battle plans later. she will return to her duties in a few hours. but for now, her son needs her. surely a short nap cannot hurt. 

ikora rey is TIRED, and so are her guardians. 

[gunslingiing-blog]

BOOPS cayde's face with one (1) GREAN FINGER BEAN

cayde squeaks in surprise, then BOOPS keylime’s face BACK.

[yaviiks]

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It’s been a while since Yaviks’ last encounter with Keylime, which was just fine by her. She’d rather hang out on her own and play games on her datapad or ride her pike than waste her time with Lightmongers. As far as she’s concerned, all any Lightmonger is, is a waste of space and a waste of time.

Unfortunately, she won’t be so lucky as to go another day without a Lightbearing nuisance to deal with. She’s holed up somewhere in the old Vestian Outpost, though her father had scorched the place some time ago. It made a good place to hang out when she wanted space. She didn’t count on someone familiar turning up.

She almost doesn’t notice him past the music on her pike’s radio blaring, echoing through the long-empty halls and cutting away the silence that had since fallen over the Outpost. Fikrul had told her many times not to go here, but she had gone anyways. Now she’s seated amongst a large ring of candles that were half-melted and since blown out, her pike parked right beside her. She fiddles with the datapad in her claws, nodding along to the beat of the music, until she gets that familiar prick that tells her she’s being watched. She scrabbles to put her helmet back on and looks around, reaching to turn the radio down when she spots the Hunter. “...Do you like, want something?”

[driiftcr-blog]

"Why?" His voice is quiet, crackling with exhausted static, unable to even muster the storming anger he had towards the ripples of this man's actions. All that was left was confusion about what was right and what was wrong, desperation that made him draw up his heavy limbs and move to seek answers. He knew there was reasoning to why his pack shredded itself apart. They should both know. "Why have you brought this upon all of us?"

Question of the century, if he kept count.

The timing for this one’s appearance was almost as if planned, with the Annex empty and all frequent visitors already in orbit for the next round. Drifter didn’t mind sudden company, after all, he had to keep business as normal regardless of how many snitches tried to sneak up on him to deliver fresh intel on someone already proven innocent.There was a wrench in his hand, one he set down while he moved towards the table holding most of his jade coins. Why have you brought this upon all of us, indeed.

“You gotta be more specific on what you’re talkin’ about, brother” he had no reason to play stupid, but he wanted to hear him speak. Wanted to see what he would be blamed for this time, although he had a faint suspicion he was aware already of what the next words of the exo would be. Why should he be the one always providing answers to their questions? Of all he had been asked, only one thing deserved a defense from his end, and Drifter had repeated himself countless times to whoever takes the time to listen. Would he be accused of the apocalypse soon to come just because he dared to look at it in the eye?

Sometimes he hated living in the tower. The Traveler should be the one dealing with all of this. It’s not his mess, after all.

His hand pointed at the bank at the corner of the annex, to continue poking until he received what he needed to hear.   “You mean that? Or do you mean a situation to force you to open your eyes to what’s comin’? I know a couple of magic tricks but I can’t read minds. You want answers? You gotta be specific in what you want”.

[luxdelumin]

“i want to say... i want--” a pause, a deep breath. ikora reaches out and up, resting her hand gently on the exo’s face. hazel eyes soften. there is something there, something warm and real just beneath the surface. “but i guess i’ll just say... thank you.”

@blitzherz​ | starter call 

[notpetals]

have you ever seen something startling that others cannot see?

   “That depends on your definition of startling.” 

   After centuries piled upon centuries of life, Yor has become rather desensitised to even the most gruesome of sights. Death, rot, horrors living in the Darkness. All were nothing more than part of being alive and he was intimately close with both sides. He has been witness to things that’d make most anyone else turn away, and smiled, thrived in all the bad things that the universe shunted upon people. 

   “Would make it easier to answer the question.”

[notpetals]

an evil man has a way, no matter how clever, to the trained eye his way will show itself.

   The Dredgen offers a smile towards Keylime’s statement, although hidden, it cannot stop the amusement that had entered his tone. “And have you trained your eye to find my way?” Decades in the making did it take anyone to figure it out, and they even started with a vague idea towards his will. They were nothing short of ambitious to search for the answer until it drove them into either insanity, death, or answers. 

   Even now all the answers had not been found, centuries later. 

   “I don’t believe you have.”

[luxdelumin]

flops down next to her on his back and lays his head in her lap, low purrs rumbling in his chest. your tall green child wants attention, space mom

she answers with gentle touches of her own. a hand on his head, stroking along his audials, with one resting on his shoulder. the world has been so terrible lately; so cruel. with so many lost and the drifter driving a wedge between the vanguard and their guardians, what is a woman to do? what can she do, other than work harder, try to gain their trust? 

sit with her son and relax, apparently. take a deep breath, focus on him. he needs her now, and she will try to be what he needs.

“how can i help you, keylime?”