#mghtheavn

[kiantrev]

@mghtheavn

“I slipped and fell when I was out,” the caregiver said, turning before Imperius could get a better look at the very obvious bruise on the side of his face that a fist would have made. Kieran’s skin was steadily turning into a splotchy color, no doubt it would grow purple by the next day. He puts away the basket he would often use when he’s out delivering freshly baked bread for the Eliksni at their Quarters, the cloth inside still smelling of the goods.

“We should get the kids to return earlier for the night. Angry people are roaming the streets and I don’t want them hurt.”

[extraordinarygrrls]

" of course i remembered! i remember everything about you! " from mecha tyrael

"Oh, Tyrael..." Peonies, pink ones, held in the mecha's giant metal hands, just a bit too big for June to hold with only one of hers. He'd returned from a rudimentary mission safe and sound, and with enough time, apparently, to dig into a bush of peonies... Or two.

June adored peonies, in her mind they were tied with roses in their beauty. Roses had the romantic symbolism, that perfume smell, but peonies were sweet, and lacked the painful thorns. As Tyrael lacked a cruel circuit in his giant body... He remembered her little ramblings, and decided to gift her. But what for? She wondered, she was only doing her job after all, what she was acquired to do, what she was born to do.

She, of course, couldn't determine Tyrael's expression in the black mirror he called a face in this form. June, however, had a little smile spreading across her face, a prickle of thankful tears in her eyes. "They're beautiful, thank you so much, no one has ever done something so kind." She could kiss him, but that would be improper. "What did I do to deserve something so lovely?"

@mghtheavn

[eidowept]

@mghtheavn.   //   starter call. 

     “    not entirely sure how you wanna go about this.    “ somewhat disgruntled, bucky shifts uncomfortably before he huffs   ---   and checks through the scope of the rifle one more time. “   they’re just talking.    “ 

[kiantrev]

“Wait for me to come home.” ——— from tyrael!

“Oh, don’t..” the caregiver said sadly, shaking his head. In his hands, he held a small basket containing enough medical packs and bottles of water. It felt insignificant compared to the amount of artillery the Guardians managed to gather over the last few days for the battle to reclaim their beloved home from the Cabal. But Kieran had hope that his little basket will help, until the one Guardian restores their powers upon the Almighty’s destruction on the Traveller.

Guardians and Lightless alike are hurrying in loading ships with necessary cargo, Hawthorne and Cayde barking orders in the distance. He would go with them, but he had to stay to look after the children and the sick. All they could do for now is wait, for everyone to come home safely.

“Please return to us safely, Tyrael,” he said, eyes wet. “I’ll keep your share of supper warm with a fresh pot of tea. So you must come back, okay?” He pushes the basket into the Knight’s hands, still clearly grieving over the loss of his husband and their friends, and now afraid of losing another.

[knghtlock]

@mghtheavn snaps the birthday girl in half:  gives the daughter a BIG, BONE-CRUSHING HUG; all while his ghost, azrael, chants a lil' birthday song in the background. he is only dad who loves his chaotic tank.

BONES ARE PRACTICALLY SNAPPED in the hug from her mighty father --- not literally, thank the traveler, but the titan’s daughter WHEEZES on impact before hugging her father back.  lumax cackles at her guardian’s plight before joining azrael in a merry chorus: unhelpful, to be sure, but still adorable. “ t-thanks dad..... “