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[drhalepitt]

Orbiters ft. @drhalepitt, @pittbats, @combxtpulse @pittmash

"You are my gravity. No matter how far I wander into the dark, I am always pulled back into your orbit." — Unknown

[pittbats]

@combxtpulse: Continued from here [X]

She fucking hates that he said that, she didn't need him of all fucking people being able to read her. He'd known her the longest, she'd kept a lot of her shit to herself. The others had their own things going on, she didn't need to add to it.

"Yeah, I fucking know there's a difference..." She snapped a little harsher than she meant too, fuck she was so short with everyone today. People had made a comment or several about it and now he's here trying to talk to her. Being a burden was not something she was comfortable with.

Confirmation that he knew she could hold her own was fine, but that didn't take the weight off her chest. Her arms crossed in front, her face stay flat and cold, that face she gave other people. They didn't usually talk like this, talk about something outright, usually it was hidden behind sarcastic comments side comments. Not direct, not telling her outright she was being a stubborn bitch.

Not in those words, he was nicer about it, people worrying about her.

It felt sharp and cold despite the fact that he's saying things that she should be feeling warm about. It was a knife trying to cut through the Vault that she kept the rest of her feelings tucked in. He was just as bad as her if not worse about letting people in.

She looked up at him the tension still set in her jaw, "What about you, huh? What about when we worry about you and you go and disappear for fucking days and come back busted up and bruised?"

Dylan gently poked him in his sternum right above where his heart should be. "You know I give a damn about you, you don't have to be a damn telepath to know that..."

Her arms returned to being that brace between herself and him. She shook her head and looked the floor between them, she couldn't get the right words out. The ones that told him that she fucking hated him calling her out but did the same shit. The one that could tell him that the care had shifted that something had shifted. Not that she knew what it was in all the right terms. Words were... difficult. He was better with them.

"So tell me, When you say people care does that include you, pretty boy?"

[pittnursearc]

@combxtpulse for their first arranged date. thanks @pittmash

it'd taken a bit to find a night they were both off considering they seemed to have opposite schedules most of the time. a breakfast date might have been easier since they were both on nights but there was something more relaxing about a simple drinks meet up. they didn't have to get a full meal and suffer through it if it wasn't a good fit. they could settle on one drink and simply part ways if things weren't working. no hard feelings.

drinks was safer.

so that's what they'd settled on. or rather jack had settled on. the two datees had not exchanged numbers yet. everything had been organized through their mutual friend. so to say brianna was nervous there would be no one waiting in the bar was an understatement. she was used to having a way to contact her dates. what if he'd been called in for an emergency? how would she know? but she trusted jack. so she'd pushed any worries aside in the hour before the date as she got ready.

that didn't mean she didn't still get there early. walking into the bar brianna let her eyes adjust as she went from the lighter evening air to the inside of the darkened building. looking around the room she saw a few people scattered about. there was a group already gathered at one of the tables. the bar had a few people dotted around it.

then she spotted him in the corner. it seemed her date had the same idea in arriving early. and he had a drink already it seemed. heading to the bar she ordered a drink. paying for it straight instead of putting a card on file ( who knew how the date was going to go. might be one drink after all ) she scooped it up and headed for the back corner where he sat watching the room.

"elias?"

[pittheretic]

@combxtpulse paged: "You look like you could use a hug."

evvie's been standing in one spot in the breakroom for who knows how long, stirring a coffee that's long since gone cold. she takes a sip of her coffee, making a face when she realizes it's cold and sets it on the counter letting out a sigh. her day has been nothing short of eventful, and around two hours ago, the weight feeling like it's crushing her. she doesn't even notice elias walk into the breakroom at first.

truthfully she's registered at least a few people coming in and out of the breakroom but no one has said anything to her, at least not that she's registered. it isn't until she hears elias' voice that she snaps out of her thoughts. she hasn't even realized that she has tears slipping down her cheeks until she blinks and her vision blurs. she wipes her cheeks, turning her head away from him for a moment.

the urge is there, to say she's fine, to say she's alright that she doesn't need a hug and she'll just go for a run after shift and clear her head. but evvie turns back to look at elias and something in her just crumbles. cracks and gives way and she finds herself nodding, tears filling her eyes again. "a hug would be nice." she admits quietly, biting the inside of her cheek.

[thewarhounds]

'Slurred words' - all

"Grizz… hell, he went and did it. Did somethin' ain't a damn one of us ever managed. Made somethin' of himself. Got the hell out. Wish I'd had the guts to do what he did. Maybe I would have seen my kids more." He took another long sip of his whiskey. "Knew when it was time to leave 'fore this life chewed him up any worse. Now he's got this whole… whole family. Good one, too. Truth is, I'm glad he didn't stick around with the rest of us. Left him with enough of himself that he could still be soft where it counted. For his people. Iggy's always sayin' that man's got more love in him than he knows what to do with."

"I was damn pissed when he left...couple of months before that Mark had started making things difficult and I blame myself for falling out of touch...not trying to find him again. You don't get to go through all that and not care, y'know? Uh, but it's hard having something all the time, and then it's just gone." Marney wiped the tear from her eye and dabbed under it to not ruin her makeup. "A piece of you just doesn't exist anymore, even though it's thousands of miles away. Proud of him. When we went back on deployment...it wasn't the same. The boys had my back, but he was missin' . He was missin'. Always was."

"That asshole? Yeah. Biggest asshole I've ever met, but if I needed something, he'd be the first one I'd call. I'd know he'd be there, wouldn't have to ask twice. Shit's weird like that. You don't put your finger inside a man, touch his muscle, and then come out unchanged," he smirked. "He's a good guy, a little too uptight in his old age. Once saw him try parkour when we were really drunk and wipe out. Didn't even phase him."

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[pittmash]

cont from here | @combxtpulse

You noticed, only because you knew. Jack had seen Elias vanish into that supply closet. He had a feeling he knew why. Probably because he had done the same. Occupied with a patient he finished handling his file and passed it to a nurse. He took his gloves off, and walked calmly towards the closet. On his way, he stopped at a fountain and put some water in a cup.

He approached that closet as it were a no man's land. No reason for alarm, but anything could greet him at the door. He opened it slowly and peaked inside. A saddened expression painted itself on his face. That was what they had signed for. He spoke up, mostly to make Cross notice him, also assess if he could. How severe this was for him to know how to help him.

Jack remained perfectly still, not the enemy, let Elias flinch, notice him, realize. Only when he spoke did he fully enter the room, closed the door behind him. "It's rarely a private show for people like us. " He helped himself with the shelves to sit down , close but giving enough space for Elias. On the floor, there are just brothers in arms. Medics. Jack handed him the cup of water, so he could focus on the coolness of it, the texture of it, hold something in his hands to ground himself.

"Take your time, there's no rush nor expectations." Jack reassured him in that particular voice he always used on wounded soldiers, soldiers, patients. If he wanted to talk, he would listen, if not, then he would sit with him until it had passed. It always did. Jack waited until Elias was ready for the outside, he saw eyes like that so many times. There is however no other reaction Jack's than a warm support. A silent coaxing that Elias got this. He's good, he can take his time, Jack will keep guard , has his back. They didn't have to serve together for it to be true.

[moranormoron]

"Do you have a death wish or just a kink for near death experiences?"

Sebastian exhaled through his nose; a wheezing sound that falls somewhere between an actual chuckle and a punctured tyre giving up at last.

“Both, apparently,” he rasps, “Though if we’re being technical? near-death is more of a professional courtesy than a hobby. Keeps the reflexes honest and my ego in check.”

He shifts, winces, then decides the wince isn’t worth the effort and lets himself flop back into an awkward lounging position with a resounding 'thud'.

“Besides,” he continues, deadpan, “if I didn’t collect a few extra holes now and then, you’d be out of a job. Think of me as job security with a pulse. You’re welcome.”

He can already feel the disapproving glare burning a hole through the back of his skull; sarcasm may be a good distraction from his own pain but it didn't always leave him in good standing with whatever poor sod was tasked with dealing with him. Especially when the poor sod had already had to put up with his dismissive antics before.

“Now - either stitch me closed or pass the morphine and a cigarette. Your call, doc. I’m not fussy on the prescription.”

[drhalepitt]

"Hey ... it's been kind of a night, you know?"

IGRAINE SAT KNEES AGAINST HER CHEST ON THE DIRT GROUND—they had all taken a family vacation of sorts . Currently she was outside by the fire , sat next to Elias , looking on at the rest of them while they horsed around . It was the whole paintball crew along with Jack and Weylen's daughter, tessa . It had been such a good day and they had won their tournament . Most of their ghosts stayed gone in the day time , but at night they roamed very free and tonight was no different . Maybe it was why she liked working the night shift .

She barely heard him when he spoke up , but she turned her head to him with a soft smile , ❝ Yeah , it has been hasn't it ? It's so weird the feeling of incompleteness when night comes . It's like i'm missing a rib or something poetic . ❞ It was still a good day , but there was a point when she looked at Weylen and his family that she felt a strange stirring . It was maybe envy ? He had fought to heal and so had Jack , and she knew that was what she wanted inside of her gut . healing .

❝ Sometimes I just see all this and all of you and I think back on who I was when I was fifteen—well fuck she just wouldn't believe it if I told her , ❞ Igraine shrugged and pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders . ❝ What about young Elias ? ❞

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