Aviator and Spy my beloveds…
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Aviator and Spy my beloveds…
[For @cassthepilot ]
(“Would you like a Duk in these trying times?”)
It was early dawn when Hacker came to the tarmac. GARI sat heavily on his landing gear, engine still and silent. There were no chirping birds nor sweet sunrises; only overcast skies and damp, heavy air. It would probably rain within the hour, and supply crates should should have been moving into the base.
It was silent.
Cass sat on a low wooden crate beneath GARI’s wing. She was still, hands loosely folded in her lap.
She was silent.
Nikki stepped through the dewy grass and onto the tarmac. Her footfalls were loud in the silence, but not overbearing. Cass didn’t seem to notice, not even as the Hacker sat beside her, making the crate creak softly.
They sat in silence.
Half an hour passed, and the sky began to cry softly, gently. GARI held his wing over the two as the gentle droplets replaced the quiet air.
Cass sniffled.
“You know, I used to live in England,” spoke the Hacker. She sounded calm, yet distant as she stared out into the gray skyline as if she could see something out there. “It rained a lot, especially where I was. Sunny days were seldom. It was always quiet and empty.”
In the younger girl’s hands sat something small and yellow. Cass knew Hacker called it Duk, though it resembled more of a poorly drawn image of a duckling come to life than an actual duck. It stared as Cass. It looked sad.
“I can’t remember much. Not much of anything at all… but I know those days were tough. I remember that sometimes when it was quiet, everything else in my head got loud. Some days it was too much to handle. Some days I felt so alone.”
She looked down at Duk before placing him down in the pilot’s lap. The little yellow fluff-ball curled up close to Cass and opened is little yellow wings, and pressed himself against her in a hug.
“You’re hurting. I’m sorry you’re hurting, Cass.” Nikki looked over at her friend for the first time that morning. “You’re not alone, though. I wanted you to know that. I’m here. Duk’s here.” Nikki reached out with both arms and wrapped them around Cass’s shoulders. “You don’t have to fly through this storm alone, you know. We love you.”
It wasn’t like a damn breaking, as it is so often said. It felt more like a void caving in on itself, filling itself in. It was crumbling and staggered, but it wasn’t terrible, and she wasn’t alone. Cass turned and leaned into the girl, curling her arms around her and holding her close. It was warmer here in the rain under a wing than it was flying through the eye of the storm. There was still rain, and maybe thunder would come along later too, but they were on the ground. Stable. Secure.
And not alone.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Team Fortress 2, ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Robert Edward O. Speedwagon, Spy (Team Fortress 2), Pyro (Team Fortress 2), Demoman (Team Fortress 2), Heavy (Team Fortress 2), RED Team (Team Fortress 2), Engineer (Team Fortress 2) Additional Tags: (I'll add tags as characters appear and stuff progresses), Tenth Class (Team Fortress 2), Crossover, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, moved Phantom Blood dates around, PB characters and events are mentioned, all the RED team will appear eventually, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Heartache, one-sided jonawagon implied
Summary: The RED Team, after years of status quo, has a new addition. Who's this loud English gentleman, and how will he fit in the team's dynamic?
Spy means to find out at least one of these things.
She got beat up
My body is a machine that doesn’t know how to fucking draw..
Helping || drew this mainly because I wanted to draw engie in a welding harness
Bonnie and Clyde or something but make it Aves n Spy
Knowing a place |\ forgot to post this before simply because tumblr wouldn’t let me post from my phone for some reason- anyways have both Aviators today