#sunneshone

[luxdelumin]

better to have mcfreakin loved and mcfreakin lost than never to have mcfreakin loved at all

“one day, when you least expect it, i will find you, cayde. you will be alone. i will find you, i will shoot you, and i will watch sundance bring you back to life just to mcfucking shoot you again.” 

and no ghosts will be harmed in the process, of course. this is cayde’s terrible sin to bear; not hers. maybe she’ll throw cayde off the tower a few times, too; just in case he didn’t get the memo with the gunshots.

[driiftcr-blog]

[OUTBOUND MESSAGE TO]CAYDE-6

[SMS] ....wow. [SMS] WOW. [SMS]’you seem like the thief-y kind’ [SMS]REALLY? [SMS]I have no idea of what you’re lookin’ for [SMS] BUT JUST FOR THAT? [SMS] If I find it, I’m gonna keep it. [SMS] Politely lettin’ ya know. [SMS] ;)

@sunneshone wants to be a member of ‘i was wrong drifter is innocent’ club :)

[luxdelumin]

I GOT THE HORSES IN THE BACK

“cayde, i will fucking kill you. i will fucking kill you right here, right now, and not even the traveler himself can stop me.”

[luxdelumin]

it'd sure be fucked up if teeth were always flacid but got hard whenever we ate.

“remember when i said that i have never hated you more than i did in that moment? congratulations. you have just bested that.”

[luxdelumin]

she’s so tired.

ikora is not one to show weakness. her guardians need her. her warlocks need her. but more than that, her vanguard need her-- or, rather, what is left of her vanguard. zavala; her titan, her wall, her strength. even he seems to waver beneath the weight of the loss that has torn them all apart.

what is a woman to do?

she sits on her bed, slumped over the reports she has long since forgotten. they are the same as they’ve always been; more attacks, more damage, more death-- too much. TOO MUCH. too much death, destruction, loss, pain. her shoulders tremble beneath it all. tears prick at her eyes, burn the back of her throat. when will it all end?

“go away.” her voice is thick, and ikora struggles to swallow back the sorrow as, once more, someone knocks at her door. all she wants to do is sleep; to close her eyes, and lose herself to the nothingness that constantly threatens to overtake. but she can’t. she can’t. they all need her now more than ever. “i have told zavala i’m not to be disturbed.”

@sunneshone​ 

[luxdelumin]

"come" is such an awful word. i prefer... créme de la penis. so much better.

“i much prefer the term créme de la cock, actually.”

she’s broken. you’ve broken her cayde. 

you’ve broken IKORA REY.

[luxdelumin]

i wish soulja boy would come into my house and crank dat, permakilling me instantly

“cayde? hey, cayde? CAYDE-6?” gripping his shoulders, pulling him close, ikora whispers, “if you really want to die this much, all you have to do is ask. you are pushing me, cayde. YOU ARE PUSHING ME.”

[luxdelumin]

your customer service voice is just vocal bottoming. sorry, ikora, but you're guilty of it too.

“i have never hated you more than i do in this moment.”