#enigmaticpilot

[enigmaticpilot]

[reply to @bodhis-pool-repair, og post found here]

Fang’s eyes soften. She’s spent years around Bodhi. She knows this is hurting him more than he’ll ever say. They’ve lost their friends, their family. All they had now was each other.

“Still...” Fang trails off, knowing how hard it is to get Bodhi to open up. 

She moves to sit next to him, taking off her jacket and placing it next to them. Her arms wrap around one of his.

It hurts.

[sokolhaslanded]

[I just want to preface my muses’ sexualities (please note these are just the way I rp things, please respecc!):

Sokol (here) is bisexual, with a male lean

Li Fenfang (@enigmaticpilot) is straight, possibly bicurious

Johnny Utah (@yeehawutah) is bisexual with no real preferance

Vian Vega (@goldenvegaboy) is gay]

[enigmaticpilot]

[cardi b is giving me angry fang vibes yeehaw]

[enigmaticpilot]

@bodhis-pool-repair

“Bodhi, when I die, don’t let me die at home.”

[enigmaticpilot]

[reply to @bodhis-pool-repair, og post found here]

Normally, Fang’s jokingly annoyed whenever he leans down to her height. But right now, she’s not really caring. She shifts her weight with a discomforted look on her face, arms hugging herself.

“I had another dream. You know, one of those.”

The bad dreams. The ones that gave her bad feelings, and always told her something bad was going to happen.

[enigmaticpilot]

[reply to @wehaveaprxblem, og post here]

She nodded slightly, listening to his explanation. Damn, they really got him good. Fang smiled slightly and pulled out a first aid kit. Of course the bruise wouldn’t magically go away, but she could help it get there.

“Fuck, brother, that sucks. Don’t worry, I’ll help patch you up.”

She pulled out antibiotic cream, just to make sure any scrapes didn’t get infected. “A little bit. Don’t worry, your money maker will survive.”

Teasing, of course.

[enigmaticpilot]

[do i or do i not make a fang playlist]

[enigmaticpilot]

angsty fang hc(s) incoming

She’s made graves for Roach, Grommet, and Chowder. Even if she can’t recover their bodies she’s made sure there’s a place for them. Samsara doesn’t have one because she really didn’t get to know her, but Fang made sure to at least say words about her at the “funeral”.

She visits the graves as often as she can and spends hours talking to them until Bodhi or someone comes to get her. It wouldn’t be surprising to find her asleep on the ground in front of the makeshift “tombstones”. 

She wears not only her dog tags from her time in the air force, but ones she had made for the Gang a while back. Those are tucked under her shirt, adding to why she wears many layers.