#commanderofthevanguard

[lordshaxx]

zavala is a big old grumpy dry unsatisfying blueberry, just show em to me!

           “ maybe so, but he’s my big old grumpy dry unsatisfying blueberry so i have to respect what he says or else i don’t get any kisses from him and those are very important to me. ” he doesn’t know how he managed to say that in a serious tone but he did. “ and this is a perfect opportunity to practice your patience, little one. i will show them to you, just not today. ”

[lordshaxx]

commanderofthevanguard

zavala: i have my arms right here

sorry but the crucible has to have an emergency shutdown, shaxx is currently busy w an armful of a Good Wholesome Boyfriend and theyre goin on a date

[lordshaxx]

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[no listen zavala shaves his head alrdy bc it gets in the way, one of them has to have long hair]

:^)

[lordshaxx]

[text] One of us needs to be functional tomorrow and it won’t be me. I’m drinking liquor out of a fishbowl.

texts from last night meme, accepting

[ txt: blueberry ] WHAT! AGAIN?![ txt: blueberry ] zav cmon you did that last week[ txt: blueberry ] don’t drag me down with you when saladin catches you hungover tomorrow[ txt: blueberry ] and make sure you drink a fishbowl of water, asshat[ txt: blueberry ] AND MAKE SURE IT’S ACTUALLY WATER, NOT VODKA

[citykeeping]

[ @commanderofthevanguard ]

It was like she’d broken every bone at once. Something inside simply snapped - in half, then again, and shattered into a hundred thousand pieces more, piercing her through with gut-wrenching pain. But she barely felt it.

All she felt was the disconnect.

Numbness was a word for it. Dissociation was another. Some part of her very soul - no, all of it, surely - had just...stepped outside of her body and walked away. The physical weakness befalling her had not registered yet, and wouldn’t for what were perhaps the longest moments of her life - even longer than the first time she’d lost a partner. No, what struck her first and foremost was the realization that she was alone: Something she had not been in centuries.

She tried crying out across the void. Zavala’s Light was not there; she could not feel Cayde’s electric warmth. She felt nothing in response to her violent pleas into the realm of Light. Her anguish at the loss of her love poured through her lips instead. It sounded like a cry of mourning.

Ikora hit the ground hard as the Cabal carrier she’d hijacked crashed into the burning City below. Thrown from the wreckage before she could be caught underneath, she dragged herself out of harm’s way long enough to attempt to connect to the last emergency frequency she knew to try, though it remained untested and unused. 

Serapis, enter comm frequency 4143--... Serapis--? Sera.... 

Thank the Traveler she’d pulled on her helmet before the carrier had started to spiral too far out of control. Utilizing the neural connections within her HUD interfacing, she managed to pull up the channel herself. 

“Frequency 4143, this is Ikora Rey - please--” She choked for a moment, beginning to feel the pain striking out like lightning through her limbs, “Please respond.” A moment of static, and nothing more. 

“4143, respond, ASAP--”

[citykeeping]

among misfits.

[ @commanderofthevanguard. ]

Her Light rose in her chest, igniting her flesh and bones with fire as she inhaled smoke and dust. With the breath’s release, it flared out from between her lips, barely a spark to see compared to the flashes of light from weapons firing in the distance. 

The flare spreading through her settled at the metaphysical touch of another. Her wildfire was now controlled by the fingers that waved through the flickering flames, that caressed and compressed the raw power back into something understandable and far less frightening. Ikora sighed in relief, and allowed part of herself to reach back in thanks and reassurance, though it would take too much energy and focus to communicate with her love through Light alone.

Pull up the comms: Vanguard 4; secure frequency.

[ Yes ma’am! ]

“Zavala. The line stands strong in the  inner southeastern district. How do you fare?”

[toby-blythe-archive]

Just a Thought

@commanderofthevanguard

It was dark. The moon had decided not to grace the city with it’s bright presence tonight, thanks to the clouds. Toby had been down in the city recently, dressed in his casual clothing. A simple dark long sleeved shirt and his pants he normally wore with his robes, tucked into his boots. His face paint had been rubbed off likely with a towel and he had a faint scent of smoldering ashes stuck to him Seemed he was a bit too lazy to have changed all the way out of his armour today. Especially after that patrol.

He had been off, likely to find himself a few things he needed from local vendors having already put those supplies away. Toby held a bag in one hand, the contents unknown as of now. The warlock had recently vacated his apartment in the city, setting himself up with a room in the Tower barracks after his recent surgery. Since then he had found himself wandering sometimes through the Tower late at night when no one was awake.

Toby wandered down into the hall, his lone footsteps echoing in the hall past where Shaxx would usually stand, steel eyes wandering across the many trophies hung on the walls, until a dim light from the Vanguard hall caught his attention. He knew Ikora - his mother had gone home and so had Cayde but he hadn’t seen Zavala leave.

The warlock walked slowly towards the doorway to the hall, gazing around curious to see if it had been the titan still awake at this time.

[reyfulgence-blog]

“I will make you queen of everything you see.” CommanderoftheVanguard

>meme status: accepting

send me a 21p starter sentence

“I do like the sound of that.”

A smile would have betrayed her cool demeanor if only it could have been seen. Standing in the fading light of the Cosmodrome had put her at ease - patrolling alongside Zavala always did, though; the quiet scene around them merely emphasized the pleasure of it. It was rare for the two of them to leave the Tower at once, never mind together. It was even rarer that they would take a whole day to themselves ( outside of the Walls, at least ). 

One smooth motion saw her shoulder her rifle. Another found her with her hand in his, though he was still protectively idly holding his own weapon at waist-height with the other as they looked out over the wreckage below. From the top of the drop-off they stood on, they could see for miles on three sides, though there was not a familiar thing in sight, nor any other signs of life. Venturing far, far beyond their usual patrol radius was the only way they could truly be alone, and surely after the stress of recent events, that was what they needed: to be alone together.

Ikora sidestepped closer. Their shoulders brushed, and although the contact could barely be felt through their armor, it was a comfort to Zavala. The tension she felt when she took his hand faded just enough; he relaxed his grip and his shoulders dropped. His need to keep her safe was endearing, even if they both knew she could do far more to protect herself than he likely ever could. She loved him more for it, but it was time to relax. She did not come out here for her own benefit. 

She allowed the moment to drag on as she slowly turned to face him and took a half-step forward. Freeing her hand of his, she nudged his gun out of his grasp before snaking her arms around his neck. It was clumsy and their armor clacked together with every movement, but Zavala returned the gesture, allowing his gun to hang by his side as he slipped his arms around Ikora’s waist.

It was often impossible to see through helmet visors, as most were reflective. Some had a slight glow on the interior, but even at close range ( and with a bit of squinting ) it was difficult to see. They didn’t bother trying; they didn’t need to.

With the gap between them closed, it was automatic. There was a brief chime of metal-on-metal as they both tilted their heads forward with the intention of resting their helmets together. They stayed there like that for a solid few minutes, warmed by the sun’s dying glow and content with each other’s gentle touch.

“I will rule it all, but it won’t ever compare to this.”