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{{ As of late, writing for Roland hasn't come naturally. Might be in a bit of a rut. Plus, I haven't been home and won't be for another week. @u@ Getting over a cold doesn't help, either. I'll try to get the hang on writing for Zed and Knoxx, too. Sorry about owning replies and the likes. I'll try to get back into gear ASAP. }}
“I appreciate it, Roland!” He scooped the skag steak up with the spatula and laid it on a plate with the pile of fries and the free grenade next to it. “Here you go! This oughta take the edge off.” He set the plate down with a warm smile. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can get for you.”
Roland examined the grenade with a fond expression. "Nice model you have here," the soldier commented. "No wonder people keep comin' back for business." He gripped the object in his hand, careful as to not to pull the trigger before pocketing it.
The restaurant instilled him with a sense of calm. A knife sailed through the cooked meat, dividing it up into even sections.
"Smells delicious."
After a forkful, he chewed carefully. He could never get used to the taste, but whatever seasonings Boomer used... Well, they certainly helped. "Tastes good, too."
So Cold [ Roland ll Angel ]
When the Vault Hunters had come to Pandora, Angel had never imagined that she’d ever see them through anything but a camera lens or recorded footage. To have them here in the same room with her, real and alive, was beyond anything she’d ever expected. To have Roland in front of her, his anger and frustration actually visible…
“This is my chance,” she said, drawing closer to the side of the dome. The helices of violet energy surrounding her swirled back responsively as she lowered her feet to the ground. Though she knew the glass wouldn’t break so easily as to make her vulnerable just yet, she still felt a surge of nervous adrenaline as she found herself looking up at the soldier.
“You mustn’t let him finish charging the Key. It’s the only way.” Her voice was slightly hoarse, her eyes insistent, but tired. Her lips pressed together and she glanced over her shoulder at the sharp sounds of gunfire around them.
She lowered her head at his admission of willingness to save her. After everything I’ve done, everything I’ve helped conduct… She hadn’t expected forgiveness, even if she’d often hoped for it in her quiet, solitary moments.
A protective spark went through her and she lifted both hands to the glass dome, her left glowing brightly with the marks on her fingers and palm.
“If you want to do something more, then listen to me - get Lilith out of here.” Angel shook her head, minute and tense, her eyes focused intently on Roland’s. “You can’t let her stay.”
"Your chance to what? Redeem yourself?" He didn't mean to sound so bitter. The tiny bit of hope he clung to was beginning to slip through his fingers. He cleared his throat, mustering an apologetic look towards the girl.
"Listen..." The fabric of his glove wiped away a bead of sweat that clung to his brow. The amplification of gunfire was beginning to grate on his nerves. He was used to the sounds of battle, but it wasn't something that he could simply get over. "You've always been there for us. I appreciate it. We all do."
Teeth ground against the inside of his cheek.
"But m'not gonna let you die a martyr."
Resilient to the end, Roland believed that Angel deserved a fighting chance--a means to escape this prison called home.
"There's gotta be another way..." Rather stubbornly, he glanced around the room. So long as Roland was alive, he wouldn't let harm come her way nor would he let Handsome Jack succeed in reaching his goal.
Dejected, his shoulders sagged even though he stood tall.
"I know. She never listens." A sigh died within the confines of his throat. "I'll see what I can do; I promise."
+ timeisbullets
His first instinct was to shrug the hand off of his shoulder, but he didn’t. The pressure made him totter a bit, but he regained his balance soon enough, gaze shifting from the soldier to a spot in the distance.
“Shit, man. Didn’t mean it to sound that bad,” he gave a flippant, dismissive gesture. “No one’s okay lately- And if they say they are, they’re lyin’.”
“I mean, right when you get to thinkin’ the storm’s passed, this Jack asshole shows up, fucks everything seven ways to sunday and then some. We’ve been screwed since New Haven.” Mordecai clenched his jaw in frustration; He wasn’t sure where he was going with his rant, but it felt damn good to get it out, to shout it at Sanctuary.
He placed his palm back between Roland’s shoulder blades, forcing his tone to soften, teeth clenched around his anger. “…I’ll be okay when he’s dead.”
Men, by nature, were less in touch with their emotions. They seemed stiffer, more cold. Roland, however, had the tendency to pick up on the little things. No matter how nonchalant Mordecai was, Roland knew that something was up.
"Makes everyone a liar, then," he concluded rather abruptly. His tone was curt, as per usual. Some things never changed. The soldier brushed it off with a sigh that didn't quite escape past his lips.
"We've been screwed from the very start, Mordecai." His voice remained level, calm enough to quell the other man's frazzled demeanor. He turned his head, eyes fixated on the sharpshooter's face.
"Doesn't mean it's time to give up hope. We have to keep holding on. Fight for what's rightfully ours. I know that the going gets tough, but we do what we can to see it through the end."
{{ THE NERVE... Here you are. Enjoy.~ }}
[[ >2nd playthrough of Borderlands with Harry >suddenly this I could ship it. ]]
helena-pierce said: [ Hold my prosthetic arm, Roland; I’m taking her on. ]
phasewalkin said: [ #{{ I’ll back up my woman. }} of course you would roland of course you would ]
{{ (ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ hold my prosthetic
✿＼(｡-_-｡) kick her ass, bby. i got your prosthetic }}
helena-pierce said: [ Wonder if Lilith started some beef with Helena after all that… hm hm hm.~ ]
phasewalkin said: [yes I will pick this one up and make another drabble]
{{ I'm not one to encourage ooc, but... fight, fight, f i g h t }}
Break me
Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
A troubled expression rang as clear as day on Roland’s face. Heavy brows twisted together, lips curling into the deepest frown that he could muster. Right away, Lilith knew that something was wrong. At times, he was an open book.
“What is it?”
She placed her hands on her hips, head held high in defiance.
The Siren recognized that look all too well. Uncomfortably, Roland’s gloved hand drifted along the nape of his neck. Although he was a proud man, the former Vault Hunter couldn’t meet her eyes.
His mouth was dry, as if cotton had been lodged within his throat.
“I can’t do this anymore. What we have…”
“What’re you talking about?” She inquired, sounding alarmed.
“—It isn’t right,” he concluded with a sigh. In defeat, Roland’s shoulders slumped down. He appeared so broken, so distant.
“So, this is it? You’re breaking up with me?” Her voice rang numb. She felt nothing. Tumultuous emotions would consume her in her solace.
A tired sigh was his reply. “…Yeah. It’s not you—”
“Like hell it isn’t.” Her gaze burned, scorched him like hellfire.
“—It’s me,” Roland persisted. “I’m in love with…” His hand drifted over his mouth. The words caused his heart to leap, rattling against his ribcage.
“You’re in love with her,” Lilith responded in a hushed tone. “Helena, isn’t that right?” Plush lips twisted in anguish. She wobbled when she moved, staggering backwards. “Whatever. I’m out.”
She rushed away before he could apologize.
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There’s so much on my mind We’re given so little time There’s no way to hold on as it passes by So lead me into denial Help me forget for awhile
Ammunition [ Brick ll Roland ]
Keep your enemies close? I say push them aside Let you choke on the dust of Your hate and your pride Your failure is a fire It’s killing you inside Can’t you leave this where you Left integrity behind
Roland had his doubts about letting Brick return to Sanctuary. The man possessed a volatile temper with bloodlust to boot. The soldier wasn’t nervous, per say. Wariness, however, crept into the back of his mind like a shadow, always hovering in the distance.
His thoughts were hypocritical, in a sense. Once upon a time, Roland murdered in cold blood prior to his Vault-hunting days. He had a reason, though. The man was corrupt and deserved justice. Roland didn’t like dwelling on the matter; it left an uncomfortable feeling deep in the pit of his stomach.
Today, he would try to tie up loose ends. In approximately five minutes, he was supposed to meet Brick at Pierce Station. The meeting would be awkward, without a doubt. The two were to dispose of some of Handsome Jack’s receptors nearby. Not a large job, but enough that required muscle.
On edge, he glanced around the station. Boxes with trash and scrap metal had been kicked aside, forgotten over time. A thick layer of dust coated the once gleaming metal.
With a sigh, he rubbed the nape of his neck and waited for Brick’s arrival.
Break My Fall
{{ Lengthy. Hence, the cut. Just a little drabble for Helena. }}
I am losing you again Let me out and let me in 'Cause you're not alone here Not at all Let me belong here Break my fall
So Cold [ Roland ll Angel ]
Angel had foolishly hoped that her last chance of sabotaging Handsome Jack’s plan to release the Warrior would go smoothly. She’d been unlucky so far, in most of her solo orchestrations, but they’d come so far until now.
She had been deploying ammo and supplies for the Vault Hunters she still stubbornly thought of as her friends, hating to think that they might fall short when she could have helped them in this, the last favor she’d ask of them - though she didn’t want to think of it that way.
There was nothing noble about her actions; overall, she’d been mostly full of cowardice.
Angel tilted her head back, peering up through the constraints of her dome at the exposed injectors, the three enormous contraptions that kept her alive and breathing, charging her powers even as they used her as a catalyst.
Roland’s apology startled her out of her concentration, and she looked back down, her forehead creasing slightly as she shook her head. “What for? I brought you here… it has to be like this.”
She smiled, just a little, a pale shadow of the more confident expression that she had so often projected. “Don’t worry.”
Roland had no desire to let this happen this way. However, it seemed beyond his control. The trust they shared had shattered. He recalled the time where she guided him through Pandora in anticipation of locating the Vault. God, how long ago had that been? "Shouldn't be." He shook his head in disagreement, fingers curling into loose fists. Muscles shuddered, back straining. The soldier clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring. He couldn't be angry at her. His rage was solely reserved for Handsome Jack.
"Everyone deserves a chance," he replied. His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper, reserved for Angel's ears only.
"Wish there was another way to do this..." Roland trailed off, interrupted by the shrill sounds of gunfire in the nearby proximity. Subtle lines of age flexed and curled onto his forehead. He worried about many things these days. Her advice felt counterproductive.
"It's my job to. If I could get you outta here, I would." A pause. "--Without hesitation," Roland added.
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“Yeah, that’s damn right you’re gonna ‘settle down with some Rakk Ale’. When this s’all over, we all are. You, me, Brick, Lil- Hell, even the new guys. We’ll send them to getthe booze,” he clapped his hand against the soldier’s back for emphasis. “We all make it out alive, ‘nd I’ll pay for all of Sanctuary t’have a drink!”
It was a perfectly true statement, even if it would take a pretty large toll on his wallet, and even if he was far from sober. He knew he would be more than willing to do the favour, petty though it may be.
When the conversation turned to him, he sighed. His hand dropped listlessly down Roland’s spine and instead of letting it fall limp at his side, he pressed his fingers over the ridge of his brow, as if warding off the beginning of a headache. There was no point lying, because it would have been the most obvious and pathetic of lies.
There was hardly a laconic way to say it, so he settled with the closest thing he could find: “Fuckin’ awful.” His tone was bitter and honest, and his jaw clenched. He let out a curt, grim laugh. “Least I’m still alive, right?” He’d been told multiple times since returning to Sanctuary that that was all that mattered, to which he had always responded, ‘bullshit’.
"The day that happens is the day I die." He paused upon realizing what he uttered. A deep frown carved onto thin lips. Immediately, gloved hands rose. He waved them, as if he could wipe away the memory of his words. "Didn't mean it like that, Mordecai. We're all on edge."
The chuckle he emitted sounded much more hollow this time around. A thick brow shot up once the sniper's hand fell from his back. In a friendly gesture, he clamped a hand onto Mordecai's soldier. Fingers curled into the bony, clothed shoulder. "Doesn't do you any good if you're wandering through living."
Concern dripped into his normally curt tone. His eyes gave away any and every emotion that Roland experienced. "Takes one wrong move to set you over the edge and kill you. For good." The troubled expression resurfaced, muscles twitching anxiously beneath flesh.
"You..." He frowned in an attempt to search for the right words. "You wanna talk about it, Mordecai?"
Follow Me
She took a deep breath, trying to gather herself, but with a nod, she slowly lifted her hand to take his, finding that hers fit almost easily into the palm of his hand, the gloves feeling strange against her bare fingers. She grabbed a hold, pulling herself up, and found it so much easier than it could have been. Probably because he was solid muscle and she was a twig.
“Th-Thank you, again….”
He seemed her brush off her thanks, but not in a mean way, like she would have expected, he just seemed sort of like he would have done it either way, and that made her feel a little better. The skull on his arm, however, when she caught sight of it made her blanche slightly, face draining of some color. Right, this was someone who determined her fate.
She pulled her hand back, pressed her arms to her sides and standing as straight as she can, in her best response to his authority, whether he meant it or not. The smile was, once again, reassuring, but she could never be too sure. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out, so she simply shut it and waiting for his reaction. She was tiny, he probably was expecting more.
Thick digits wrapped around her slender ones, prepared to reel her up into a standing position. Roland shifted his stance, feet spreading apart to accommodate for the sudden change in weight. The gesture took up a few seconds, barely reaching a minute. It felt longer than that, as if time slowed to a crawl. His chest rose and fell with the subtle ministrations of breath to assure the young woman that he was real and not some petty illusion, eager to toy with her mind. Eventually, his hand collapsed to rest against his clothed thigh. He cocked his head over his shoulder, another habit of his. One could never be too cautious, regardless of the location they were in. "At ease, soldier."
He witnessed how tense the young woman was. In fact, she was a timid, little thing. She made it this far. He had nothing but confidence and high expectations for her from here on out. Then again, Roland loomed over Hazard like a shadow. "Want a tour?"
“Ah, Roland, I wouldn’t want to bother you with my trivial errands anyway. I feel bad enough having the vault hunters do ‘em! I guess I feel they’re too important right now to play errand boy, but hey, if they want to take a break from the fight to pick me up some meat who am I to say no! Frankly, I’m grateful they’d even take the time.” The meat let out another long hiss as he flipped it over to let it cook on the other side. “And any time your plate gets too full of business, you be sure to come here for a full plate of food!”
"It's no trouble, Boomer." True, his mind was all over the place, but he wanted to help people nowadays. "Everyone, here on Sanctuary, matters. I'll see what I can do for you." A few of those Vault Hunters would probably take up those jobs. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. This felt so normal. Indeed, it was a weight removed from his shoulders. Good food could change a man for the better. Already, Roland began to experience the positive effects. "Will do. That's a promise, Soldier." He bobbed his head in acknowledgement. Old habits died hard.
