Girl Talk
I’ve always had a headcanon that Cayde is one of Amara’s good friends, from way back when she was first rezzed and also since becoming one of his scouts. So. I had to do a little thing, it’s been in my head for the past week it seems. So here. :) Mentions of @myssthyss and @crazy-bone-lady
Amara plopped down dramatically on the yellow framing around Cayde’s workstation, her legs dangling from the top. She let out a contented sigh, a small smile on her lips.
“Hey Spades, what’s up?” Cayde asks, not looking up. He’s used to these talks by now. Amara kept coming by to bother him, she had to tell someone.
“I left it. I left the note.” Amara said, her voice going up an octave in excitement. Cayde chuckled from below.
“When will she be home to read it?”
“Tonight after her raid. She took a bunch of little one’s through it today.” She pauses, thinking, “I hope I didn’t make it too cheesy...”
Cayde made a clicking noise, “No such thing. As long as you meant what you said there’s no way it will come off cheesy.”
Amara smiled down at Cayde, “How did you get so good at this stuff? You never seemed like the ‘relationship advice’ type of guy.”
“Hey. You’re around long enough, you learn a thing or two. Also, I’ve got Nevia.” His voice became softer when he spoke of his love. Amara smiled again, letting her thoughts wander back to the note...
“I mean...I could hardly choose the right words for it. Myss is just...so perfect. You know? She’s so strong and she just keeps going, nothing can stop her. She’s been through hell and now she’s opened up so much and she's just this...precious thing...I would literally kill her for. Hell. I’ve killed for her already. Like...the note couldn’t even begin to sum up how I feel...It’s too...It just wouldn't be enough. There are literally no words...” She takes a deep breath as she had seemed to forget to breathe.
Puzzle pieces click together in her brain and her eyes widen.
“I think I-”
“Uh-uh. No. Don’t say it to me.” Cayde interrupted, turning to look up at her. “Say it to her.” After a moment, Amara jumped down from the perch and gave Cayde a quick hug.
“Thanks for listening, Six.”
“Sure thing.”
Amara turned to walk away but quickly spun back around, pointing at the Exo.
“Oh. I’m still mad at you for your stupid stunt the other day...” Her eyes narrowed. Cayde raised his hands in surrender.
“I apparently can't get a break either. All three of you ladies have been on my ass about it.”
Amara entertained the idea of Nevia holding Cayde at knife-point. It brought a smile to her face.
“Good. Don’t fucking do it again.”
“Don’t leave the comm channel open...” She heard him mutter.
The last thing he saw was a knife fly past him and land on the tack board above his work bench, and Amara walking away proudly.

















