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@voidpower had an impromptu dance off with another guardian. it synced up nicely.
“I am more than just my Light! I could have tried! I should have tried.” - Ikora Rey
voidpower
>traveler snacks? healthy? yes no? >does zavala...
no
>how to lock out ikora from system >please hurry >if she finds me my will is under the big rock >you know the 1
@voidpower and i walked into @sovregina‘s “alone time” with a cabal corpse... what you can’t hear is reese & i going ‘what the fuck’ while grace is screaming “GO AWAY”
💤 i gotta
Eris’s ears had been attuned to hear things far beyond a human’s and once she felt the weight Ikora’s press heavily against her un-padded shoulder she knew they had drifted off. She sat there for a time, her blackened and clawed digits idly tapping against one another as she waited for the morning sun to rise again. She wouldn’t dare move, no. Ikora deserved this rest. More than anything she wanted their rest to be a peaceful one for as long as they slept.
With the labored beats of the other’s heart ringing in her ears she grew tired herself, it was different than the fatigue that constantly bound her body together. This was a weight she couldn’t lift herself from with the urgency that if she slept she would die. No, here she was safe to allow herself to become something soft and vulnerable. Though the cacophony of chittering and scratching devils who had laid waste to the surface of her mind continued to echo they were overcome by the lullaby of Ikora’s heart. The beats were of a drum that would silence the storm that swelled beneath her rib-cage.
Her neck craned to the side so that her head pressed gently against the other’s as if protecting it from anything that would dare attack from above. The Warlock smelled of the decay of fall and the fruits of her labor. It was intoxicating.
She would allow herself this. For all that she had lost and all that she had gained she DESERVED this.
An opportunity to be human again.
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lifts legy
shanks u
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voidpower >traveler snacks?...
that requires two-thirds vanguard authorization
>bigger rock to the lef >left. one to the left. >sweeper bot knows. >... > does sweeper bot know i love them?
@voidpower ・:*:・゚ ♡
it’s not often you get word that the head of the warlock vanguard wants to see you personally, but it’s always welcomed. angela has always thought very highly of ikora ( even before she was part of the vanguard ), but it slightly concerned her as to why she asked for her personally. the warlock almost glides as she makes her way through the bazaar toward the other woman. once there, a soft clear of her throat makes her presence be known. “you wanted to see me, ikora?”