#elijah mohl

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@lordshaxxion made me some scarves recently, and it got me picturing Elijah bundled up in one of the many scarves his brother makes for him

Ft lil scarf for lil Wise, Eli's ghost :3

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I am your best friend and i gave you coffee money do i still get a drabble

yes. suffer.

basically the twins Edix and Eli are now Zavala’s biological kids because I fuckin said so

Zavala's head was spinning as he woke up that morning, smelling burning wood amidst the brisk morning air. It bit at his skin under the thin nightshirt he was wearing, forcing a shiver from the Awoken. As he pushed himself into sitting up, bile rose in his throat and he moved to the small bucket he and his partner had managed to get hold of for such sickness.

“Again, Zavala?” Came the sleepy mumble of his partner, the other Awoken moving and propping himself onto an elbow as he watched his lover vomit.

“I wouldn't be in this state if you had just used the protection Saladin suggested all those months ago.” He hadn't been carrying for very long, only about three or four months, but it was wreaking havoc on his body. Awoken were different from humans; for one thing, both sexes could bear children. They were equipped to do so, both men and women having what humans deemed “the other’s equipment”. So for male Awoken to wind up carrying ('pregnant’ felt too odd to use) wasn't an odd occurrence.

“Hey, you were the one who insisted we fu-”

“Shut up.” Zavala grunted, grip on the bucket's rim denting it. A chuckle left his partner.

“You're so cute when you're grumpy.” He said, getting up from beneath the furs with a yawn. “Alright, I'm goin’ and getting breakfast. I'll tell Saladin you said hi in Vomitese.”

“I'll Vomitese all over you if you don't shut up.” Zavala growled, slowly moving away from the bucket. Arc crackled up the Titan's arms, the Hunter dancing away from it with a cackle of amusement.

“Ya love me really, Blue.”

“How many times have I got to tell you not to call me that?”

Zavala was exhausted. He was tired and it was set deep in his bones. He didn't even have the strength to hold the two little baby boys he'd just delivered not two hours ago. But oh, how they wailed for their father from Saladin’s arms.

Saladin stood by, watching the twins carefully as Zavala rested. He'd been there when the Titan had gone into labour and had been there for the hours afterwards while Zavala’s partner rested himself, having been up all night worrying about the Titan and the little twin boys. Shaxx was asleep somewhere on guard, so to speak, to make sure no one disturbed Zavala unnecessarily. The Hunter was also asleep on the floor next to Zavala’s bed, on arm up and holding his hand as the Titan slept.

The two little boys just squirmed and complained with mewls and whines in Saladin’s arms, both of them too tiny to contain the Light that radiated beneath their pale blue skin. Their Awoken marks almost looked too big for their little faces; upside-down chevrons a stark white against blue and sitting just under their scrunched-up eyes that refused to look at the world they’d been born into. They were precious and Saladin was proud to hold them as Zavala slept.

Everything was burning. The whole settlement was on fire, the glow lighting up the sky and even touching the underside of the Traveler itself. Fallen were screeching from all over the place, attacking innocents where they stood and desecrating what they dared when they fell. People, mortal people, were running and screaming and it was all Zavala could do not to abandon his fellow Risen and be with his two sons and his partner. He struggled not to drop everything and run to protect only them, but he knew that stopping the Fallen here meant keeping them safe where they hid further into the settlement. So he stayed put, using his Light to destroy any four-armed insect that got in his path.

Saladin and Shaxx fought beside him, living and dying and living again in rapid succession as they dealt with the onslaught of Fallen arc fire. The telltale shiver of Arc Light shot up Zavala’s spine and he knew his Fists of Havoc, as they had all taken to calling it, was ready. He charged forwards, body surging with electricity in a brilliant blue, and leapt into the air. He called forth the storm and the thunder as he jumped, coming crashing down and bringing the lightning with his fists as they met the solid earth beneath him. Fallen were sent crashing backwards with an array of chittering screams that were cut short by their bodies just disintegrating before Zavala.

As he was almost distracted by his work, the line the few Risen in the encampment had been holding gave way to a horde of Fallen. They broke through the measly defences they had scrambled to put up in time and began to wreak havoc throughout the huts and tents. They slaughtered villagers where they stood or knelt, cradling their children or their loved ones. Zavala stared, almost helpless for a moment until he was run through.

When Zavala came to, his chest was burning with pain and he rushed to his feet. The Titan looked around and saw he was alone in the burning street, Saladin nor Shaxx in sight as he grabbed a discarded auto rifle from the ground. It still had a full clip as he took off in search of his mentor and friend. Soon, however, that search was abandoned as he heard the bloodcurdling screams coming from the food stores where most people had been hiding. Where his partner and children had been hiding.

The Fallen had found them.

By the time Zavala had fought his way there, the screaming had dissipated into silence. Not a sound was made in the area as he ran to the storehouse. The door was broken in and from where he was stood he could see the limp and bloodied arm of a body. Fear gripped his heart and pulled at his ribs, making his chest hurt more and his heart work faster as he broke into a sprint. He grabbed the splintered doorframe as he reached the storehouse, chest heaving with heavy breaths as he looked inside.

There was blood everywhere, contaminating all their food but worst of all forming pools on the ground. All of the people that had been hiding here, nearly thirty of them, were dead, and among them at the far end of the stores were Zavala’s family. His partner was slumped against the back wall, his Ghost a crushed mess of panels and glass in front of him. He wasn’t coming back, but worst of all were their children. The twin boys, Edix and Elijah, laid slain in his partner’s arms. Their faces pale and their eyes closed, no glow to their skin anymore as blood soaked their clothes and hair.

Numbness overtook the Titan as he fell to his knees, chest growing tight and eyes stinging with tears as his face prickled with warmth. It was a foreign feeling, but there wasn’t anything else he could feel. It was grief and rage and sadness and hatred and despair all mashed into one dangerous mix. His Light tried to reach for his partner’s, finding nothing but the Void there in its place. Behind him, Zavala was dimly aware of heavy footfalls and he didn’t care if it was a Captain coming to finish him off - he would kill every last stinking Fallen with his bare hands if he had to!

A hand found its way to his shoulder and Zavala didn’t look up; he knew it was Shaxx who had found him, not some Captain. The Solar rolling off the other Titan was immense and it almost burned Zavala but he didn’t care. Shaxx was talking, but Zavala didn’t care to listen. His children, his partner, his entire world was just gone.

Zavala stood by the three graves in silence, the rain soaking his clothes and armour and rolling down his face. There were no tears there for the drops to mingle with, not anymore. He stared at the fresh earth that had just been placed over the bodies, stared at the water soaking into it gradually. Thunder boomed above his head and lightning crashed in forks and sheets every so often, and Zavala felt nothing but the Void. It was cold and numbing, almost soothing in his grief. He almost wished he could make little sparks of Arc dance across his hands (his partner had loved watching him do that), he wished he could make children’s hair stand on end and watch them shriek with laughter. But there was only Void now.

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Aesthetic board for my troubled but feisty warlock, ol’ pretty boy Elijah

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Elijah Mohl

Name: Elijah Mohl Age: ?? (think early 20′s/late teens) Gender: Male Race: Awoken Class: Warlock Appearance: My icon! Elijah (Eli for short) is very bubbly and energetic. But he’s not entirely childish: he loves his role as a guardian and takes it seriously most of the time. He’s probably the least Warlock-like warlock you can find though. More like a hunter who happens to have a healing rift.  

If you’re familiar with the blog lordshaxxion you’ll probably recognise the surname. Elijah is Edix Mohl’s twin brother

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"Hey Edix, check it out! New leg!"

AKA Elijah is the true reckless fool and looses his leg in an accident. He doesn't care as much as everyone else.

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Im bored but i dont have the motivation to fix that, so i'm doodling potential things to draw while on my phone. Its bad.

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But they couldn’t

“The two of us? We can handle anything!” Elijah would live to regret those words. He would live to regret his cockiness. He would live to regret his ego. He would live to regret the lives lost. He would live to regret that he made it out unscathed. He would live to regret that his brother did not.

Six of them had ventured into the Hellmouth, in the hopes of putting an end to Crota. They were all so sure of themselves and their abilities. They were all so young. If they worked together how hard could it be, right? That’s all that had run through Elijah’s mind on their descent. He trusted his own power to carry them through, and he knew his brother Edix had no shortage of strength. He was so sure that they would all make it out of there alive. He was so wrong. “Incoming on your left!” Wise, his ghost, alerted him in the midst of their battle. In the back of his mind, he felt bad for Wise; he was pushing the little ghost to its limits keeping him up in the fight. Everything was so dark, everywhere he looked there seemed to be a threat, and more importantly they were three guardians down and taking a real beating. From the second they’d entered they had been overwhelmed by the Hive, with wave upon wave hitting them with the full force of Crota’s might. Even with their light it was quickly apparent they stood no chance in this battle as they were. That revelation should have been the moment that they fled, but Elijah was as stubborn as they come, and it would cost them almost everything. The fourth guardian fell. Elijah had seen plenty of people die, it came with the job of course, though the difference was that they always got up again. Not this time. The twins could only spare a second to watch the poor hunter vanish in a swarm of acolytes, before they were back to defending their own lives with every ounce of light they could spare. No time to grieve, or regret. That would come later. “We have to go, Eli!” Edix yelled once again, this time the desperation in his voice catching his brothers’ attention. Elijah had no real defence for staying, their fates would surely be gruesome if they didn’t manage to flee. The only solution he could see was to summon fourth what remained of his strength, letting his light spark into fearsome discharges of arc energy flowing from his hands. He had to clear a path. He had to get his brother out safely, his own life be damned. No tactics or rational thoughts made their way to his mind in that moment, all he cared about was tasting at least a fraction of victory on their way out. Elijah rained down carnage upon the oncoming swarms of Hive as he led his twin back along the path they’d fought so hard to get through. All that effort wasted. Maybe, if they could just hold out a little bit longer, if he could find just a little more strength- “ELIJAH, MOVE!” The sound of ripping flesh was all he heard as he was shoved to the ground. Confusion swelled in him; was he hurt? He didn’t feel any pain. He didn’t remember seeing anything get close enough to touch him. Edix on the other hand… Edix. Edix! Elijah turned just soon enough to watch his brother fire a round into the face of a thrall he hadn’t even noticed behind him. Not soon enough to stop it from tearing into his face, instead of his own back. He managed to stumble to his brother, collecting his scattered thoughts and racing heart amongst the mayhem, and loop his brothers’ arm around his shoulders. He couldn’t lose him. Not here. Not now. Not ever. The extent of his injury was of no large concern to Elijah in that moment after. They were so close to the surface now, so close to making it out. He did the best he could to clear the rest of the path ahead as his brother staggered behind, barely conscious. Against all the odds, they both managed to claw their way to safety. They had survived, where so many had fallen. They had survived… But at what cost?

Edix fell unconscious not soon after they had fled the moon and remained that way for several days back at the tower. His ghost did all it could to help him, so did the others back within the walls, though ultimately he would bare the scars of that terrible battle for the rest of his life. He would bare the scars of Elijah’s shortcomings. Elijah felt the weight of that most of all. The extent of his mistakes grew ever clearer once the dust had settled, and it all but broke the young warlock’s heart. Four good guardians had died to keep him alive, his own brother had taken a life changing hit to protect him, and all he could wonder was ‘did I deserve it?’. Sitting at his brothers’ bedside, as he remembered the guardians they had lost in the fight, as they pondered whether Edix would ever see again, he wondered whether he deserved all the sacrifices made for his sake. Elijah made a promise to his brother that night, that from then on no one would have to make a sacrifice for him again. Because in the end, he decided he didn’t deserve it.

 So I totally got bored and rambled out an angsty drabble thing about the fabled Hellmouth Incident from Elijah’s perspective. Edix belongs to @lordshaxxion

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when you’re exploring the limits of your new tablet and messy sketch the Sweet Boi

Side Note: drawing with your finger on touchscreen is hella hard??????