#haem tag

[wolfboywarmachine]

hey uh.

can we talk about the unburdened champion pants?

because i think we should talk about the unburdened champion pants

[wolfboywarmachine]

onslaught

[wolfboywarmachine]

theron on umbara: you’ve Changed...i can’t Trust you...it’s Too Late...you’re Too Much

haem: baby i’m so sorry i let you down i love you so much please don’t go

outlander!xan: bitch have you MET me what the hell are you talking about

[wolfboywarmachine]

please... tell us Haem's Type. For AUs, of course.

oh absolutely yes.

the short answer is Theron but that def wouldn’t help here so i will elaborate:

he really likes people who are Good At What They Do and have Strong Convictions, even if they aren’t exactly aligned with his own? once he likes someone he can kind of let them have Way Too Much Influence on him. like if he were to like. date a sith? he could Very Easily be swayed into leaving the order. he likes pretty boys who are maybe a litttleeee bit of a bad influence on him. it definitely helps if they can kick his ass, too. 

also snark. he’s usually snarky himself, but Pretty Boys kind of put the brakes on his Snappy Response Generator. and i’m not saying he Always falls for people with tragic backstories and Unresolved Issues but he definitely MOSTLY does

[wolfboywarmachine]

a lot of haem's Attachment Issues are based on my own, tbh. shockingly i, too, get overly attached too fast and am terrified of rejection and constantly crave validation

[wolfboywarmachine]

interestingly enough xan doesn’t mind haem much. he kind of vaguely likes him in the way people like dogs that are just too unbelievably dumb to exist. by the time they meet, haem’s got theron and lana, so they kind of limit xan’s influence on him most of the time, but he’s So easy to manipulate xan could never really HATE him. he’s mildly annoying, sure, but like. who isn’t.

also he’s willing to be more forgiving because it bothers theron to no end, and fucking with theron is one of xan’s favorite hobbies in the world. theron’s like “really? him, you like?” and xan’s like “sure. he’s dumb as a box of rocks, what’s not to like”

[wolfboywarmachine]

i love my idiot blood knight boy

[wolfboywarmachine]

#swtor15 day fifteen - free day (haem.)

Alderaan hurts. 

It’s fine at first. They make a better team than Haem had expected - in the field he doesn’t have time to get tongue-tied or overthink, he just acts. And Theron is (maybe a little surprisingly) willing to follow his lead. If he has a problem with it, it’s buried so far deep Haem can’t detect it. (And he’s attempted.) Haem thinks things are going well. And then he loses Master Orgus. It hurts more than it should, more than it has any right to. He hadn’t known him for long, really, hadn’t ever felt particularly close to him, but he’d been there. He’d given Haem a chance. Nobody else had ever stuck around that long. He’d gone through a dozen Masters, and every one of them had given up.  Nobody had ever trusted him. And Haem can’t help feeling like maybe they were right.  Things only get worse after that. Uphrades is a disaster Haem is wholly unequipped to deal with. He’s a blunt object. He goes where they tell him to go and he hurts who he has to hurt and he tries to help people in the in-between. He doesn’t know how to fix this.  He needs time before Tython, but he doesn’t have it. All he has is the time it takes to get there.  He’s curled up on his bed when there’s a knock on his door. He expects Kira, so he doesn’t bother with a response, because she’s prone to letting herself in regardless and apologizing later.  The door cracks open.  “Hey,” Theron says, and Haem cranes his neck up to see him before dropping it back to the pillow. “Mind if I come in?”  “Mm.” Theron takes it as agreement, apparently, because he closes the door behind him and sits down on the bed.  “You were close?” Haem sits up just enough to hold a conversation. “No.” “No?” “I only met him a few months ago.” Theron’s watching him. Haem sighs and elaborates.  “He gave me a shot,” he says, shaking his head like it’ll help his thoughts make sense. “Every other Master I’ve ever had gave up. Said I was too emotional, or too impulsive, or too much. But he trusted me. Even when he didn’t have any reason to.”  Theron’s still quiet.  “I think maybe he was wrong.” He’s been trying not to admit that. He’s never been good at lying, though. “Because I - “ he gestures vaguely to the exterior of the ship. “He’s dead. And I couldn’t even stop this.”  “Nobody could have stopped this.”  Haem swallows. “Great,” he says. “Thanks.” Theron sighs. “If I thought I could have done better, I would have.” Haem eyes him doubtfully. “If I would have done anything differently, I would’ve done it. If I thought you were making mistakes, I wouldn’t have followed you. You did everything you could. Sometimes things just go wrong.”  "Not like this." "Exactly like this." "I think the Council made a mistake," Haem blurts.  Theron's still perfectly composed. He doesn't ask him to elaborate.  "They didn't."  Haem shakes his head helplessly, and Theron adds "Not this time, anyway." "I shouldn't -" "You should," Theron interrupts, "And you are."  Haem hadn't noticed himself straightening until this moment. He's sitting up completely now, starting to mirror Theron's posture.  "You failed," Theron says. "But nobody could have done better." "You don't know that." "You're good." He sounds a little exasperated now, like the veneer of indifference is finally wearing thin. "I just spent a week watching you work. You're so much better than you think you are."  He's leaned in a little as he got more heated, and they can't be more than six inches apart now. Haem's suddenly, painfully aware of his own breathing.  Theron's tongue darts out over his lips for just a second. Stars, he can't stop staring at Theron's mouth. He has to. He can't. The door flies open. "We're back," Kira says urgently. "We have to go."