#semperistefelix

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{ ➤ } ——               “F-fuck me..Oh my god.” She felt her brows furrow and the armored Huntress fell into the dirt and gripped at make shift hood of her scarf atop of her head and pulled it down some. Zada’s back arched and she swore she was blushing all over her body. It felt incredibly too hot now. “S-stop…Please…Torturing me..” She begged.

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13: Hand Kiss

{ ➤ } ——               “…” She stared hard at his hands. They were red and burning from the use of his Radiance earlier. The Hive had come too close this time and she knew he was exhausted from the energy he had to exert to keep himself alive. She’d let them in too close. Almost lost another person she knew to them. It was her fault.Zada held herself some sitting beside him as he laid on his ship’s bed. The woman took one of his hands and pressed her lips to  his knuckles. A few more kisses placed, she stopped  and watched him look to her. A small grin as he took his still warm palm and cupped her cheek. “I’m fine..” He let out and she only shook her head turning from him. No, he wasn’t. She wasn’t. They both were not. Her reckless behavior almost caught him his life. Her mind only began to drift to past events and her heart sank some. No, she shouldn’t think of him right now, but she did. She still missed him and thoughts, questions began to bore into her like rapid fire bullets and the lingering burn of a Thorn.

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25: My idea of a perfect date

I like to be outside, doing something interesting. I like doing things. Before we got to this point with the aliens and the death everywhere, my husband and I used to go hiking and he’s surprise me with a picnic lunch. That sort of thing, feeling the sunshine and the wind and letting nature talk to me.

26: My biggest pet peeves

Stupidity. Rudeness for no reason. People who chew with their mouths open. Unhealthy arrogance.

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

Tall and handsome. Will the mystery never end?

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Messages had gotten her no where. Dispatches had gotten her just as far. Zuma she couldn’t lift a word from (she knew better than to try, but honestly, she had to). He was dead in the water and there was nothing she could do about it, which was killing her honestly.

Exiled.

A sound of disgust left her mouth and she slammed her fists into the steering apparatus of her ship. “Stupid,” she spat to herself. There was a reason she had held back, not thrown herself head over heels entirely. Because stupid little boys, just didn’t understand. They just didn’t get it. Rose tinted lenses indeed. 

There was of course, an obvious and logical series of reasons that there had been no contact, and all of them made sense. But Badb didn’t want sense, she wasn’t interested in sense. She was interested in her hurts and her bad mood and literally nothing it seemed would move it.

A black cloud permanently over her head, she steered towards the Reef to hand in her bounties. The Queen was a fool, as far as she was concerned. A fool with pets that needed to be either put down or on a shorter leash. She remembered the outfit of Guardian’s that had died at her brothers reckless actions. Shorter leash.

As it happened, the Queen was a means to an end. Their needs aligned at the moment, and she was happy to serve as long as it suited her. It wasn’t the promise of treasure that had gotten her there after all.

She landed heavily at the Outpost, boots smacking the metal with an ominous ring, sorting through her bounties to hand in. She strode to Petra and handed in her skins as it were, standing and towering and prickling in obvious aggressive Titan arrogance at its best. The look on her face as Petra spoke was one that read she would have drove the others flipping knife in her throat if she was allowed. But alas.

As she pulled apart the Rocket Launcher she had been given in thanks, she looked around the space with bored, rumbling anger, her eyes met with a pair across the space. 

Felix. 

Her face shuttered over and she pretended she didn’t see the Warlock as she strode across the space to Burg, intent on handing in more bounties and getting out of here. She wasn’t willing to deal with whatever it was that was going on.

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{ ➤ } ——               “Fuck off, Felix!” She glared hard to him, and he to her. “No, Zada! You’re not listening to me! I told you before! You aren’t going to do this alone!” He huffed and she only glared hard. “You are hardly strong enough to go with me! It’ll be me covering your ass while you take whatever you please!” She retorted and stomped her foot and only turned from him now. The Warlock only stepped up to her, one of his hands heated. That Sunsinger trying to pour out and Zada only met with with her knife tot his throat. “Don’t. Touch. Me.” She spoke through gritted teeth and watched his eye glaze over. Zada stepped forward watching his hand pull away with each step until it was behind him and the palm was flat on a wall. She had him pinned there and Felix only shook his head some. “Hmm..” He hummed and only watched her shudder some with anger. “What!” Zada shouted out and her nose crinkled some watching him. “You know what..” He liked this fury in her, the roaring flame. Zada felt the tension build some and her eyes studied his. “…” The woman kept the knife there–almost kissing his skin before she smashed her lips on his in spite. He was so frustrating!The male only took the knife quickly and tossed it away into the nearby wall. “Asshole..” She grumbled and moved from him only to have him bring her back firmly by her rear end. “Your asshole at the moment..”

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❄:My muse is sick, and yours is taking care of them.

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Badb has never known a man as lucky as Felix Faraday and suspects Old Magic, and she keeps a close eye on him because of it. Felix is not sure if Badb is a Titan or an actual Norse warrior out of time sometimes, because of it, he keeps a close eye on her. A close eye on each other being in each others lives an awful lot. Almost like they’re trying to form a friendship.

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Badb finds Felix not only interesting, but hilarious. Felix delights in having a captive audience to boost his confidence who genuinely enjoys his antics and his stories and his snarky side remarks. A constant companion in whatever it is he is doing, if he needs a hand doing something Warlock-y, she’ll happily provide the muscle. Badb is by no means a stupid woman, but she is on permanent hands in pockets status in Felix’s study after a certain incident involving a Cabal signaler, a Fallen data pad and a few different things she couldn’t name. You only get to nearly set your friends study on fire once, he explained to her after they had got the place under control again.

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It took a lot for Badb to let Felix in as close as she has, to give him the keys to the kingdom as it were. There’s a lot of baggage that goes with the Titan, not to mention years behind her. But this doesn’t seem to bother the Warlock, so she doesn’t let it bother her.Felix lets Badb know that it's okay to be soft and loving. Warm and quiet. She doesn't always need to be on as The Warrior Goddess. She enjoys his soft kisses that bring her down slowly, his warm, sure hands soothing her. He enjoys how she supplies a light energy, a playful happiness when they're wrapped up tight in their sheets with each other that often results in peals of laughter and abandonded fabric.