#defendergriff

[drexodthegunslinger]

Reflection and Violence

The control panel exploded in a shower of sparks in Drexods face and the man hissed, “Fucks sake!” Slamming his fist into the side of the Harvester engine block he swore to himself until a message pinged in.

Finally Griff had given him the coordinates and time for the mission. Admittedly, the man was still not entirely comfortable with the stoic Titan, but a job was a job.

[USER: DREXOD: Alright, I’ll meet you there.]

It did not take long for the Hunter to suit up and prepare to take off. Hopefully the mission wouldn’t take long, a simple sweep of a Hive nest.

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[forest-knight]

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“See that did you?” Sylvan grins, looking up at him. “The offer still stands you know.”

He sticks his tongue out at Griff for good measure before going back to cuddling his waist. He has no plans of letting Griff go now. After all, he just got here, and Sylvan is more than ecstatic just to see him.  The only bad thing about not going to the City was never getting to see the others, Griff included.

Sy hums happily under Griff’s touch feeling the Awoken’s soft touches in his hair as he nuzzles his stomach.

“The moss is comfortable.”

There’s a glint of mischievousness in his eyes just before he pulls Griff down with him to straddle his thighs. Sylvan can’t stop himself from nuzzling Griff all over, breathing in his scent again. It’s been months and he’s missed this.

“Missed you.”  

[busyb-33]

Griff couldn't exactly glare given his face was normally rather blank, but the anon before had made him want to frown. And so he instead picked Bolden up and moved him away from the rude person without saying a thing.

Bolden allowed himself to be moved, obviously a little frightened by the anon that he clung to the larger man. 

[busyb-33]

A very tired Griff, though you would only guess it from the dark circles under his eyes, wandered over to Bolden and sat down next to him. While he won't ask for the other man to stay with him, tonight the Titan seemed a little lonely.

Bolden had a short novel in his hands, and was rereading the same few sentences over and over as he tried to retain the information. It was about your basic adventure between a couple of kids in a wasteland thought of before the Collapse. 

When Griff came over, the Hunter looked up, his brows furrowing in concern at the exhausted look plastered all over the Titan’s face. The book was set down as the large man sat, and Bolden turned to the other and wrapped his arms around him as best he could.

“Rough day?”