#solhaunt

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[ straddle ]   your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them. (HEE HEE👀)

@solhaunt : [ 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙻𝙴 ] 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 / nsfw prompts. ( accepting! )

Orin hates sparring with hunters.

They move like liquid smoke, tumbling and twisting and sliding, tossing annoying little bombs of smoke and vanishing in glassy stealth. You think I can’t tell where you are? she thinks even as the blue shimmer of invis lenses and disorients her. So Orin pulls from her wealth of experience a little trick she’d learned from an Arc Staff: she slides through the dirt, gloved fingers gripping the warm earth to hook her Light, and when she lunges up from her slide so comes a wave of towering flames.

It knocks Sol out of her invis and takes her shields down; Orin scrambles to take advantage.

She could drag her war hammer from her back, summon solar light and channel it through the notched and scarred metal. Instead she favors her own two lightless hands, sinking her fingers into the folds of Sol’s cloak to slam her against the nearest wall. It shudders at the impact. Before she can do anything else she feels the barest nick of a knife slipping between the plates of armor that cover her stomach and sides. The tip slides along the line of her lower ribs and she shivers.

Beneath her visor Orin can sense the little hunter smirking. Orin smirks back. Heedless of the knife at her ribs she pulls herself closer to Sol, slipping an armored leg between hers. The tip of the knife sinks through her underarmor and into her skin, but the scratch sends a thrill up her spine, a heady gasp slipping past her sharp teeth.

With a sharp yank Orin sends Sol to the ground, moving to straddle her. The knife is still at her rib cage, a thin trickle of violet spilling down its edge; Orin pushes her wrist away, hunger welling up inside of her when Sol lets her. With rough hands she tugs at the hunter’s helmet, her smirk growing at the slightly flustered look on Sol’s beautiful face when it's revealed. She pulls her own helmet off, tosses it away, sinks forward to hold herself up over the hunter on hands and knees. Through her gloves the Mercurian soil is deliciously warm, this planet baking them with its heat, their solar light entangling, violence edged with pleasure.

“I hate the tricks you play, love,” Orin says with half feigned disapproval, mischief in her glowing eyes. “Why can’t we just play nice?”

With that she sinks lower, the soft collision of her lips against Sol’s stoking the heat around them. Her lips part, and she sweeps her tongue against Sol’s bottom lip before biting down on it, letting her eyeteeth lightly prick. It’s only fair, she thinks.

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 @solhaunt asked:  ❛   i  never  wanted  him  dead.   ❜ ( variks @ shiro )

 there’s enough remorse in his tone to give shiro pause, to have the hunter faltering in his almost automated movements of weapon cleaning. outside the wind howls angrily, filling the silence that falls between them. shiro doesn’t breathe air he doesn’t need, doesn’t move from his reluctant perch on a nearby chair. 

 he knows this isn’t one of sol’s tricks, or one of misraaks’ plays at playing peacemaker between the once traitor and the hunter his actions have hurt the most. there’s too much honesty between clicked out syllables, bleeding between the roughly pronounced common tongue of guardians. 

 variks is a lot of things, but he’s not a liar, and even if shiro couldn’t read the emotions bleeding all over the floor between them, he wouldn’t be stupid enough not to believe him, or the apology he sprouts.

 with a sigh, the exo continues on his assembly, the motions familiar and calming as his core whirrs and tries to process it all. his own emotions, long buried, have risen to the surface at the mentioning of cayde, and his death, and it takes more than a few minutes for him to bury them again, to stomp at the mental ground where they lay for extra measure, before he can respond.

 “i know,” his voice echos in the small room, bouncing off metal, and shiro does not flinch at the pain that still hides in his words. “cayde’s always was a risktaker. none of that - really - is on you. you felt a call and you followed it. no different than the rest of us.” he pauses, slipping his finished weapon back into it’s holster as he finally looks up, meets the gaze of the eliksni that fancied himself martyr of his people.

 his next words are carefully spoken, but not in the common tongue of guardians. no, shiro slips into the language of the eliksni - the dialect the kings in particular favored, as he continued. “but if you pull any of that shit with misraaks, i’ll kill you with my bare hands. pluck your remaining limbs off one by one. you understand?”

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@solhaunt asked

“Man you’re awkward. I mean, ridiculously beautiful but damn, grow into yourself.” (@dead boy)

 aim, shoot, load, repeat. 

 the motions hum through his body, a mantra of violence he couldn’t shake. killing was easy, it helped him focus on something other than the strange circumstances of his continuous survival. helped him ignore the strange empty void in his mind, the dark whispers he couldn’t quite ignore.

  aim, shoot, load, repeat.

 his life was still a surprise to him. the fact that the tower had accepted him back without too much of a fuss - that was a shock to him, a cold shock of ice down his spine. it wasn’t all pretty, there were guardians that looked at him sideways, shoving sharp bursts of light against his senses in an attempt to scare him away from the city. the hunters were the worse with it, but he was getting used to it.

 aim, shoot, load, repeat.

 hard to be offended when the figurative blood of your own ghost was on your hands. and it was nothing he couldn’t handle. what he couldn’t handle however...

 aim, shoot, load --

 "man, you’re awkward. i mean, ridiculously beautiful, but damn, grow into yourself.”

 katabasis does not fumble with his weapon, but he does pause in the middle of a reload. he blinks - a long slow thing - and then turns his head to look over his shoulder. and there she stands, small but mighty, on the crest of a snow dune, gold in the sunlight that hits europa but does not warm it. 

 sol. gilly would have been grumpy at the sight of her, he thinks. they’d never gotten along, his ghost and her, and even her ghost was known to brush his off at times. but it hadn’t stopped him from falling headfirst into the plate of temptation she offered, hadn’t stopped him from slipping into another hunter’s territory for a little relief.

 shiro-4 hadn’t minded at the time, or at least from what he had gathered from the lack of holes in his being. sol had explained to him once that they had an arrangement, all the while twisting a ring around her finger. they fucked, they fought, they dallied with others, but her home was with him, and his with her.

 he hadn’t understood it at the time. he still didn’t. possession ran high with hunters, they didn’t like other people touching their things. but understanding their relationship - it wasn’t on the list of things he figured he could do. some people were just built different.

 flicking the next bullet into the chamber, the man blinks at the woman again, then shifts his attention back to his target practice. some eliksni just made it easy to get back into the groove of things.

 “you smell different.” he says, unsure of how to reply to her comment. “like ether. and arc.”

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@solhaunt asked:

glorfindel - 25 - 30

25. safety or possibility?        a good mixture of both. glorfindel craves stability and safety, but he loves adventure as well. that’s one of the reasons he returns to arda (besides being asked by the valar to do so) and one of the reasons why he does not return to the undying lands.

26. talent or effort?       talent. glorfindel is extremely talented. he’s old enough to know how most things work in both worlds, and those that he doesn’t know, he tends to pick up easily.       read: glorfindel, like most of tolkien’s elves, is stupidly good at everything except for communicating feelings & not dying in a dramatic way.

27. forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?       forgiveness. glorfindel is big on forgiving people and not holding grudges. it’s too taxing, in his personal opinion, to hold grudges or be unkind for long periods of time. 

28. would they date a fixer-upper?       we know he would. he’s too kind and forgiving and believes in the good of people too much not to. i also don’t think that he even knows what a fixer-upper is, because in his eyes everyone can and will improve as they grow older so that phrase doesn’t mean much to him.

29. what recurring dreams do they have?       memories mostly. the land of the undying, the grand life he had in gondolin, the fall of the kingdom and his own death. in the later years (fourth age), he dreams of the gulls calling him home, of the ship that could bring him back, of the future mankind would have with all his kind gone.

30. what would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?       absolutely nothing because he is too golden hearted to do anything to hurt anyone else. maybe he would torment @tharanduil a little more openly, but that’s about it.

meme

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@solhaunt asked

wrench - 11, 17, 20, 21, 23

11. they’ve won the lottery. spend, or save?       spend. wrench has no sense of responsibility. he has no sense of the future. he has no sense at all. he also doesn’t believe in banking (banks are thieves). so, he spends that shit as quick as possible on the stupidest shit. electronics, robots, weird sex toys that he puts on display.

17. do they like children?       no. he thinks of them as cruel little monsters. 

20. what do they like that nobody else does?       pierced genitalia. weird video games. his kink list is pretty long too. i don’t know. wrench likes a lot of shit the average person doesn’t, and doesn’t like a lot of shit the average person does.

21. what would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?       cheating. wrench can take a lot of abuse, he does take a lot of abuse in some of his ships. but he’s got a thing about honor and betrayal. he is pretty open to the ideas of open relationships - so if someone betrayed him in that manner, he’d be devastated.        extra fun fact: wrench is very new to relationships, most/any of the ships i have with him will be his first real one. he is incredibly self conscious and not trusting, so if someone breaks his trust in that way, its a downward spiral for him emotionally.

23. stability or novelty?       novelty. wrench has a bit of paranoia about familiar experiences, and he hates the mundane and predictable. he is all about adventure and action and exciting new things. 

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@solhaunt   ⁄ ⁄  plotted starter

 shiro will never admit how hard tracking sol is, but its easily one of the hardest things he’s had to do in his long life, and that includes escaping more than one eliksni ketch without leaving a trace, or those few months where he’d been lightless and stuck in the cosmodrone.

 sol is... better at disappearing than most, which is why initially he’s not too concerned when she stops answering his messages (a punishment he knew at this point he deserved.) or when he can’t find her at their usual haunts. but it’s not until cayde goes tight-lipped (other than to tell him she’s alive.) that shiro gets a little concerned.

 their vanguard would tell him if she was in trouble, or on a mission. but the silence bothers him in a way that he can’t describe. and between that, the heavy guilt (& shame), and the concern, shiro starts off on a hunt that takes him more effort than it should for someone of his skill or age, and definitely far more time than he’d originally allotted for.

 but he catches her scent (figuratively & literally) on titan, and from there it’s almost easy to find her, tucked in a smaller control center, seated in a chair older than both of them with her feet up on a console and her sharp eyes on him, and only him, as if she’s been waiting for this moment for quite some time.

 only... there’s someone else in the room, someone hunched quietly next to her, his hulking form tucked carefully into the space like he was afraid of touching anything too dangerous. afraid of both the old world technology and the hive gunk that covered the walls and parts of the floor. someone big, alien, and definitely not guardian shaped.

oh. suzume supplies.

oh, indeed. electricity zips along his fingertips and up his spine, but he calms his light and instincts. this was sol. his sol. his wife. anyone she trusted, he could trust enough not to need to attack immediately. 

 “sol.” shiro-4 greets quietly, almost shamefully. ashamed of his actions, of his absence in her numerous times of need. the ring - her ring? his ring? - is twisted around his finger in a movement that’s definitely anxious. “i was worried.”