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[notherpuppet]

Behold, my new personality 📻🩸🛐

[gaby-ai]

[cdx1016]

Feeling HOT-HOT-HOT

Sunrise over Holly Pond 6:18am

(viacarad1016)

[fall0utmind]

The cutest. The CUTEST.

[valkyrhii]

"gideon? since when do you know him so well?"

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[on-a-lucky-tide]

*pokes my head around a corner* how’s it goin’? how’ve you been?

*lays out a fold out table and start pouring cups of tea* i’ve been thinking about ghost with a stutter recently, both the angst of a man rejecting his own humanity being confronted with undeniable proof of its existence, but also the fluff and smut of his practiced, deliberately crafted speech being reduced to stops and starts and how much nik would delight in hearing him verbally fall apart bc of him

*slides over the tea* any thoughts or feelings?

There is something beautiful about the dichotomy of these two men and their approach to language here, T.

You have Nik who treats language like a wine cellar; he savours the way words feel in his tongue. How the boisterous flamboyance of Italian contrasts with the abrupt, serious German. He likes the way English makes rules and then deliberately breaks them, and the way the former members of the Spanish Empire seem to take pleasure in colonising its language right back. Hell, Nik likes talking so much he learned eight different languages to talk more.

And Simon.

Just.

Doesn't.

When he talks, it's because he has to. That's how it is when Nik first meets him. He's obstinately silent, and when he does speak it's careful, cautious. Not in the way Nik is, choosing each turn of phrase like ripened fruit, but like Simon's handling a cooked grenade. Like the wrong intonation will blow up in his face at any moment. His voice is... nice, too. A deep bass with a coarse edge. Just as an SAS man should sound.

It's like having a cat that doesn't purr. No matter how aggressively you pet it.

And Nik absolutely metaphorically pets.

"What are your thoughts, sergeant?" "Can you walk me through that again?" "What is your favourite gun and why?" "Explain the off side rule to me."

Frustrating.

The slow descent towards trust would be delicious. Perhaps that's half the reason for the mask? Not necessarily to hide his face, but to stop the verbal blockages that happen when his stupid fuckin' head thinks someone is judging him. It keeps him level, makes it easier even if he has to be careful. But Nik would insist on the mask coming off, wouldn't he? No hiding. No secrets. He wants to see Simon's face, hear his voice; the real, vulnerable one, unguarded and raw.

Reckon it's Nik who helps create the Lieutenant Simon Riley that quips at Johnny down Comms a few years later. Confident, cocky, dry.

Perhaps it was his stammer preventing him from getting through the officers exams, but a few years between Price and Nik, and he manages to get his commission. After that, he's theirs for life.

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Heat rises, so what must it have been like on the 38th floor of the Socony-Mobil Building while it was under construction in June of 1955? Iron worker Thomas Enright knew only too well.

Photo: NY Daily News