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          > AND I LIVED SO MUCH LIFE, LIVED SO MUCH LIFE THAT I THINK GOD IS GONNA HAVE TO KILL ME TWICE          ( andal brask rp. a tale as told by nev.)

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its still a wip but... catch me over at @deadscoped cus im.... remaking The Boy

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it's been a long mission, neither knew when they would make it out - neither knew how long it would be or what they'd get into when they took it on. scarred hands pull at the clasps to cayde's armour, gentle and slow with no ulterior motive. they were both tired. both drained. all andal wanted to do was curl up and try to sleep next to the exo for a while. gentle kiss is pressed against six's jawline as andal starts working his partner's armour away from his frame.

          there’s a noise that stirs from deep within his vocal modulator, almost like the shaky breath of someone who’s flesh and blood. the fire that burned within his core, usually bright and unyielding, had been reduced to a somber glow by the torrential downpour outside and the current state of their mission. if there was any fight left in him, it had been all but sapped out of him by andal’s gentle touches. cayde was hardly one to be needy, to betray the craving for physical touch, but andal was the exception. andal was always the exception. an ungloved hand slips up the back of his neck and digs into dark brown locks, guiding the smaller hunter’s lips towards cayde’s own. the logical part of his brain (the one that sounds a lot like zavala) says that he shouldn’t be doing this right now, that he’s still on a mission right now and he should be alert for any signs of trouble. and yet he doesn’t fight andal stripping him of his armour, physical and metaphorical. because stars above, cayde might be different from humans in many aspects but he was weak and wanting and this moment was all that mattered to him right now. andal here next to him, with his warmth that wasn’t completely derived of solar and his scent of pine needles and cinnamon and his gentle gentle hands pressed against cayde’s body. if allowing them this little piece of intimacy was selfish, then damn the whole tower. the mission could wait anyways. 

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          it didn’t take long into their new found time alone for andal to back the exo against the nearest wall, so what if the door wasn’t locked and they’d only just made it back from running training simulations against each other? can’t help himself when he realises that he gets cayde to himself. hands splay against leather armour, chin tilting upwards as andal offers up a lopsided grin to his partner. “y’ were amazin’ out there, reckon y’ got me all hot under the collar there six.” // @aceslinger // tiny smol starter call

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          "kid--kid--jus’ fuckin’... sit still--” if he misses this shot, it’s her fault - and andal intends to make that very obvious when he offers the other hunter a glare as he pulls back from customised scope. hood drawn up and hair briefly brushed back beneath it before the sniper is leaning back into shoulder brace and settling back down into his scope. “you asked ta come with - ain’t my fault y’ didn’t think ‘bout what that would entail now, ‘s it?” // @solshot // tiny smol sc

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          “were y’ ever... in the field? y’know like... properly?” he’s not sure where the question comes from, the pair of them just... existing within the same space for a while. andal doesn’t make a habit of lingering around the tower longer than he needs to. but sometimes it’s nice to just stay with the speaker a while. even if it’s just to ask questions and not be the one who has to answer them. “jus’ seems like you’d be one’ve those who’d surprise people out there, i guess.” // @lightvoices // tiny smol sc

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AIGHT NERDS

im gonna make an effort to be here some more but. im deleting my drafts. 90% of them anyway. i just don’t have the energy for all of them and they’re probably most of the reason ive been avoiding this blog tbh so! they gotta go. in th emean time, like this for a tiny smol one para starter so i can flex this kid’s muse?

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          he should’ve seen it coming. but then, andal doesn’t have eyes in the back of his head. hunter or not - a surprise attack is a surprise attack all the same. even if you were supposed to be cut out for the job given to you. he’d stand by the fact that his natural territory is on a sniper’s perch with his scope and plenty of distance between him and his enemy. not in the thick of it with nothing but three knives and a more than exuberant exo beside him. 

          later, maybe the bladedancer would blame cayde on why he didn’t see the captain behind him. maybe he wouldn’t. he doesn’t care. now? his only concern is the suffocating realisation that he’s hurtling toward possibly the one thing that would send this mission spiralling into far more dangerous territory. 

          “cayd--” commanding tone is cut off and replaced by the sound of hunter’s frame crashing face first into the lake nearby. sheer force of the shock rifle blast sending the slight human into the water with little resistance. this is bad. bad bad bad-- he can’t breathe. he’s back there again. under water. drowning. suffocating. it’s dark. it’s too dark. lungs fill with water, throat burns as he sucks in nothing but more of the agonisingly cold and heavy.

          head breaks the surface but limbs won’t cooperate, frame thrashing against the nonexistent current pulling him back under. naturally, the hunter terrified of open water can’t swim. not even sheer panic can force body to work together with fraying mind as gasps for air turn into gurgles of ice cold water. // @aceslinger // i told u that i’d get u one day

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          anyway can u all believe jem closed their inbox because i threatened to send angst?? babe,,, i thought u lov ED ME

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"disaster hunter baby" excuse u she learned it from cayde and andal

          “you’re... you’re right but y’ shouldn’t say it.”

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honestly nothing is more comforting after all this time away from the destiny rpc than knowing that gat is still around

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replace one word of your url with bitch

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                                 there ain’t no rest for the wicked                                  until we close our eyes for good

                                                   awoken hunter oc penned by potato                                                          low activity | selective | rules

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          write me a starter nerds

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he's definitely not wandering around cayde's apartment in one of the exo's shirts /far/ too big for him. hair's a mess and needs cutting again but andal doesn't care, more busy trying to drag himself up onto the kitchen counter to stare at his partner. grabby hands move in six's direction. "y'know i think you owe me a kiss, it's been at least ten minutes since you last paid attention to me."

the apartment is quiet for once. it’s rare that cayde is awake before midday, even rarer that he’s out of bed before then too. a decent night sleep is very welcome no matter how much he has to fight for it sometimes, but the presence of a certain very affectionate hunter helps. said hunter is also now pacing his living room while cayde prepares the ingredients for making pancakes.

a light huff escapes as he notices andal scooting closer to him in the corner of his vision. cayde jabs an elbow into the human’s ribs, just enough to push him away a tiny bit. “don’t push the hospitality, brask. i’m making you breakfast as is.” he does follow up with a tiny peck to the side of andal’s cheek, hopefully enough to stop him from bugging cayde while he cooks.

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NEV I LOVE U !!!!!!!!! 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

BABYY i’m LOV U TOO I MISSED UUU

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