#d2 verse

[kiantrev]

@mghtheavn

“I slipped and fell when I was out,” the caregiver said, turning before Imperius could get a better look at the very obvious bruise on the side of his face that a fist would have made. Kieran’s skin was steadily turning into a splotchy color, no doubt it would grow purple by the next day. He puts away the basket he would often use when he’s out delivering freshly baked bread for the Eliksni at their Quarters, the cloth inside still smelling of the goods.

“We should get the kids to return earlier for the night. Angry people are roaming the streets and I don’t want them hurt.”

[kiantrev]

@acehuntd​ 

“A certain Titan has been telling me that the Vanguard Hunter barely had any rest for the past few weeks, spying off on the Cabal,” the caregiver huffs, placing a big bowl of stew before Cayde on the table. Freshly warmed up, home cooked and smelled delicious of spices- with plenty of vegetables and beef. “I’m sure the other Vanguards wouldn’t mind it if you had a proper meal and a nap before you headed up to the Tower.”

[kiantrev]

❝ i didn’t do that on purpose. ❞ - Toland

"really now, with that absolute precision?" kieran pouted.

[kiantrev]

“  you  don’t  have  to  do  everything  yourself.  ”

"I'm not-" Kieran pauses mid-way through a chuckle. Those were the exact same words his husband had said to him, a long time ago. Despite him not home for most of the time due to his duties as a Guardian, Kannen knew how hard his husband works in keeping the orphanage on its feet, ensuring their funds was sufficient and food was always on the table. To hear Cayde utter those words struck a chord in his heart.

He resumes making the tea, shaking him out of the stupor. "I have more help that I can ask for now, Cayde. We even have you, and I'm thankful for that," he replies instead, mustering up a smile.

[spiiinninginfinity]

“   i  can’t  figure  you  out .   ”

"Nothing to figure out about me when all my cards are on the table, Vanguard," the hunter drawls, blowing out the deep huff of cigarette smoke. There was a clear tension in the air in the City and its Tower, especially after Lakshmi's stunt on the House of Light Kell and the refugees' shelter being attacked. Ilya was in the grey with which side he was taking, in casual agreement with the FWC's propaganda yet he still helps with missions on receiving any Eliksni who seek refuge with Misraaks. It was frustrating a lot of their colleagues at this point.

[kiantrev]

“Wait for me to come home.” ——— from tyrael!

“Oh, don’t..” the caregiver said sadly, shaking his head. In his hands, he held a small basket containing enough medical packs and bottles of water. It felt insignificant compared to the amount of artillery the Guardians managed to gather over the last few days for the battle to reclaim their beloved home from the Cabal. But Kieran had hope that his little basket will help, until the one Guardian restores their powers upon the Almighty’s destruction on the Traveller.

Guardians and Lightless alike are hurrying in loading ships with necessary cargo, Hawthorne and Cayde barking orders in the distance. He would go with them, but he had to stay to look after the children and the sick. All they could do for now is wait, for everyone to come home safely.

“Please return to us safely, Tyrael,” he said, eyes wet. “I’ll keep your share of supper warm with a fresh pot of tea. So you must come back, okay?” He pushes the basket into the Knight’s hands, still clearly grieving over the loss of his husband and their friends, and now afraid of losing another.

[kiantrev]

“ even when you smile, your eyes are still sad. ”

“It’s not an easy feat to show too much sadness around children, Cayde,” the caregiver smiles, although it doesn’t reach up to his sad eyes. “We lose another everyday, with the threats that’s occurring everywhere.” 

[guardians-of-the-light]

Blighted

@lightvoices liked for a starter!

Without the constant squabbles between the Fallen and Cabal, the rusted buildings to the west of the Trostlands were a quite tranquil place. Gentle trickles of water pooled at the bottom of a cracked road. A Warlock passed through the area, her stride taking her through the pools of water. Calf-deep in the swirling liquid, but the water lay undisturbed as she kept on. Refractory angles gave off a glow from her boots, the remainder of her robes a deep blue.

Eyes of blue peered at her from the shadows of the outlying forest, but they were of no concern to her. She was lightly armed, only a pulse rifle infused with the stars along her back, that was not to say she was unprepared for combat. She was there for something else, a dark force that plagued the Earth near the Traveler Shard. Something had begun to rile up Taken across the system over the course of the past few days. She hoped to find answers here.

"Anything?"

She called over the comms, her Ghost chirped back soon after, "Not much yet," Though the news was disconcerting, her voice was still bright. "the particulate matter seems to have been excited but nothing else of consequence so far."

She gave a hum as she pushed off the ground, the Light carrying her to the broken ledge above her. She walked towards the entrance of one of the crumbling buildings but another Guardian signature pulled her attention for the moment. It was not uncommon for others to pass through the Sludge, but she couldn't help but wonder if it was truly a coincidence.