#ryker.txt

[ask-fireflycod]

( divider made by @/strangergraphics! )

1 on 1 roleplay with @feiyunaskblog

At the time, going to the shops with Feiyun had sounded like a really fun idea. Ryker itched at the idea to finally get off base, now that he’d been properly cleared from taking it easy off his ankle.

The bus ride was… fine. A bit crowded and bumpy at times, but it was forgivable. It was easy to ignore, with Feiyun talking. It was nice, Ryker barely got to hear Feiyun talk this much. It meant he didn’t have to, and he could just let the consistent static in his brain be quiet.

When they finally got to the shops, Ryker felt a very sudden sense of regret about walking into the public. He was a very reserved man who valued his personal space and lonesome time. Being in the public made everything… odd. He didn’t have a good descriptor for it. Ryker could hear Feiyun asking him about something, and only realized she was actually talking to him when she jabbed him in the side.

“Agh- wh, huh?” He flinched, rubbing his side and looking at her. “Sorry, I… wasn’t paying attention.”

[ask-fireflycod]

The next morning, Feiyun softly knocked on Ryker's door. She was uncharacteristically nervous as she thought about what could have happened. Normally, when she went to see soldiers that had come back from missions, she was calm. Composed. Feiyun had gained a reputation from never being rattled and staying focused, no matter what type of injury it was.

This, however, felt different. She squeezed the small plush in her hands nervously, trying to calm her breathing. Feiyun knew about the bias that could come as a medical professional from treating someone close to them. But none of the articles had mentioned how overwhelming the nervousness and fear could be.

She gently placed the plush in her bag, making sure the small head perked out, and adjusted the necklace slightly, before saying quietly, "Ryker? Are you awake?"

@feiyunaskblog

The knock on his door is what woke him up. Ryker had already woken up once from the alarms around base, but had fallen back asleep when he decided it wasn’t in his interests to get up. But the knock and Feiyun’s voice were enough for him to drag his body from his bed and trudge towards the door.

Ryker hesitated for a moment before opening the door a crack, eyes meeting Feiyun’s. He spotted the necklace on her, and it made his chest flutter wonderfully. (He knew she’d look gorgeous with that.)

“…hey,” Ryker mumbled, voice barely above a whisper — it hurt too much to talk properly. “‘M sorry… didn’t wait f’r you in th’.. hangar.”

[ask-fireflycod]

Someone needs t’ tell Lieutenant Riley some fockin’ high vis gear at night ‘round base.

I’m tired of goin’ to th’ bathroom only t’ get the shite scared out of me ‘cause fockin skull head decides he’s gotta be like batman.

[ask-fireflycod]

*Knocks on the door* FIREFLYYYYYYYY

Auh- (he quickly puts his paperwork together in a neat pile) Yeah, c’mon in—?

[ask-fireflycod]

Feiyun hadn't slept in days. She knew it wasn't healthy, but she didn't fucking care. Every time she even dozed off, it was like she was-

She blinked awake, and stood. Feiyun walked over to the common area with a small yawn, pouring herself a mug of coffee and chugging it, before wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand. It had only been three days. She had stayed awake for much longer before this.

She rinsed off her mug and slowly walked back over to her office. Feiyun's office has more paperwork than normal inside, so she got to work. Everytime she felt herself even getting close to thinking about sleeping, Feiyun would force herself back awake.

@feiyunaskblog

A tired, wordless mumble came from behind Feiyun — near silent feet padding up behind her as arms wrapped around her shoulders. “Y’r up way early, pretty girl.” Came Ryker’s rough and tired voice, his chin settling on her head.

It was roughly… 04:30 A.M., and Ryker had been woken up by the sound of Feiyun walking around (despite how quiet she tried to be.) Ryker basically molded himself against her, his chest to her back. “What’s got y’up n’ working already…?” He asked through a poorly stifled yawn.

[ask-fireflycod]

how much sawdust d'you think ya put in a rice krispie treat before someone notices?

@ask-aspen

I mean… probably not very much? Not sure that sawdust n’ rice krispies taste th’ same. Maybe a li’l sprinkle.

[ask-fireflycod]

Feiyun opened the door to Ryker's office, walking inside with a soft huff, and leaning against him, "I swear, nobody knows how to define what a infirmary worth injury is anymore...."

(I just want more interactions with these two...)

@feiyunaskblog

Ryker hummed as Feiyun leaned against him, letting her as he worked on a few papers. “Gettin’ a bunch of lads who’re comin’ in for papercuts?” He asked, grinning over his shoulder slightly. “They’re lethal, don’t y’know?”

[ask-fireflycod]

(IM SORRY FOR THIS BUT I STILL HAVE THE ANGST BRAINWORMS) (i also seem to lack a filter) (anywho have fun :>)

Friday, March.

0234

Fuckin’ hell.

The time flashed across Nico’s phone screen again, leaving himself to stare at it once more. As if it’d magically reach 0600. That this horrible night would be over and he could work away the thoughts.

Balled up on the raggedy couch that rested in the main lounge area. Head resting against the arm of the left side of the couch, ears back, and tail curled up around himself. Yet his own hand rested on his cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth against his skin.

It was pitiful, and he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself. If anything, after a while, it became mindless. No one was around, right? Wasn’t like they’d see him right now. Who else would be up this late?

- @ask-sgtfluffy

{ I HEART HIM <3 }

The dreaded 02:34 hour. Ryker had just gotten free from his night watch, and was being released to get some rest finally. His feet dragged slightly, and he ran a hand down his face, trying to wipe the exhausted blur from his eyes.

Ryker had almost missed it - the way the hybrid was so tightly curled on the sofa and barely moved. Keyword, almost. Ryker’s eyes drifted to the lump of a person on the couch and paused.

That… was Sergeant Fluffy, he was pretty sure. He’d seen the man around base, but hadn’t actually been able to meet him. He kept quiet for a second, chewing the inside of his lip before awkwardly clearing his throat.

“‘S a bit early to be up, yeah?” He asked quietly, leaning against the door frame. “What’s got y’out here, Sarge?” He raised an eyebrow slightly.