🪆 * ﹕ㅤㅤ it was a complete upheaval of their lives how fame could turn into infamy overnight, and despite the mornings when all he'd feel was guilt for the first few seconds of consciousness, shephard would say it was still worth it. he had lost his mind enough, beat himself up enough, over and over and over that he'd reach the clarity from fucking ego death. he didn't give much damn about himself anymore⸻ more concerned about dune and typhoon, how all of it affected them, how he'd tear anyone who hurt them into pieces. it was a devotion found so whole amidst all the broken pieces, and he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. ❝ got some place to be today ? ❞ he asked as dune stumbled out of the bedroom, not even looking up from where he sat on the floor as he fixed sister scope's screws tighter, but knowing it was dune just from sound of the the footsteps. but even then, the question didn't really mean what it sounded like, couldn't care less where dune wanted to go, more so another unspoken question of if he needed him to be there with him, if he needed him at all. like a dog at his beck and call. ❝ must be dull out there today. heroes on the prowl, just looking for any fight to tell themselves they're makin' a difference... ❞ he scoffed lightheartedly before finally looking up with a small smirk curling on the right corner of his lips. ❝ could stay in... or could fuck 'em up... ❞ and by the sounds of it, shephard had a few ideas how to make either option fascinating.
INT. a fixer upper hideout, somewhere in halcyon ⸻ day. @dunamisteras
