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𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐍 — 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥. when you went away you were just a kid. and if you lost it all and you lost it; well, we'll still be there when your war is over. 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 and look out the window, stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go. listen, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. listen, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. all the living are dead and the dead are all living! 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.
multimuse priv. ind. sel. est. 02.25.18 re-est. 09.14.20 penned by thomas
𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐍 — 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥. when you went away you were just a kid. and if you lost it all and you lost it; well, we'll still be there when your war is over. 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 and look out the window, stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go. listen, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. listen, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. all the living are dead and the dead are all living! 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.
multimuse priv. ind. sel. est. 02.25.18 re-est. 09.14.20 penned by thomas
𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐍 — 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥. when you went away you were just a kid. and if you lost it all and you lost it; well, we'll still be there when your war is over. 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 and look out the window, stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go. listen, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. listen, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. all the living are dead and the dead are all living! 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.
multimuse priv. ind. sel. est. 02.25.18 re-est. 09.14.20 penned by thomas
𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐍 — 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥. when you went away you were just a kid. and if you lost it all and you lost it; well, we'll still be there when your war is over. 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 and look out the window, stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go. listen, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. listen, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. all the living are dead and the dead are all living! 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.
multimuse priv. ind. sel. est. 02.25.18 re-est. 09.14.20 penned by thomas
𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐍 — 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥. when you went away you were just a kid. and if you lost it all and you lost it; well, we'll still be there when your war is over. 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 and look out the window, stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go. listen, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. listen, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. all the living are dead and the dead are all living! 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.
multimuse priv. ind. sel. est. 02.25.18 re-est. 09.14.20 penned by thomas
𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐍 — 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥. when you went away you were just a kid. and if you lost it all and you lost it; well, we'll still be there when your war is over. 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 and look out the window, stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go. listen, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. listen, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. all the living are dead and the dead are all living! 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.
multimuse priv. ind. sel. est. 02.25.18 re-est. 09.14.20 penned by thomas
𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐍 — 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥. when you went away you were just a kid. and if you lost it all and you lost it; well, we'll still be there when your war is over. 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 and look out the window, stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go. listen, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. listen, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. all the living are dead and the dead are all living! 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.
multimuse priv. ind. sel. est. 02.25.18 re-est. 09.14.20 penned by thomas
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owlsector — saint
There is a squint in the Exo’s gaze to go with his smile, closest thing he can manage to one. Emotion was a hard thing to express, he thought, until he had met Osiris. The Warlock had taught him that there was always someone else who struggled to express themselves (read: Osiris).
“Ah, well, forget what it is to be alone.” Saint is happy, always happy, but more now than before. Osiris had that effect on him (half the time at least). His hands rise and rest over top of those resting on his cheeks, gentle, careful. He knew well enough that he did not need to be so with someone like the man before him, but that did not stop it from happening.
“I can only hope so. Though, it makes your unwillingness to talk to me hurt more knowing this. Please try to be less distant.” For all the love there was still a sense of pleading in the Exo’s tone. “Let me help you.”
He knows Osiris, how he buries himself in his work, alone. Saint sometimes did the same but after so long in the Forest..
OSIRIS HAS NEVER BEEN one to gladly accept help. he likes being able to see a problem and fix it himself— however, it seems he’s had to accept help more and more lately. how bothersome . . . ah, but he is not stagnate. no one person is. change is a fact of life. so . . . maybe this once . . .
❝ okay. ❞ he says. then again: ❝ okay . . . i believe that, ages ago, i simply accepted that my life would be lonely. ❞ he doesn’t mention how it’s simply EASIER to bury himself in work than it is to OPEN UP to someone.
osiris has sabotaged every single relationship he’s had, partially out of fear, mostly because he thought it was best for them that he was not in their life. he had something else to focus on after all, stopping the darkness, preventing the vex from destroying everything they’ve worked so hard for. the only thing worse than that is if he was KNOWN.
to allow himself to be SEEN is a horrific thought. he never even let ikora in all those years ago. ( but saint sees him. he SEES him and osiris is . . . fine with that, surprisingly. )
owlsector --- saint
He had begun to turn when Osiris finally took action, and for all his metal might he is held in place. No part of him wanted to pull away now that the Warlock was finally deciding to do something, to speak. Bright eyes stare from beneath the helm as it is Saint’s turn to listen.
“Osiris-” He stops before anything else could be said, opposite hand reaching out to settle against Osiris’s cheek, curving to shape his jaw. “You could never fail me. For all the things that have happened between us, I have never seen you afraid. The fact you can admit it- you have changed. “
“Stubborn old man.” Saint removes his hand and gently uses it instead to take Osiris’s fingers away from his wrist, both hands free to do the same with his helm. Rather unceremoniously is it dropped from his grasp and to the ground after being removed. “What happened to me was in no small part, my own fault, and I do not love you any less for being unable to stop it.”
“Nothing will ever change that.”
HIS LAUGH IS FORCED, as he closes his eyes, swearing in his mother language. the sight of saint’s face is one for sore, and so very old, eyes. he can’t help but reach up, hands planting on saint’s metal cheeks. he rubs a thumb on the plate underneath his optics. opening his eyes again he lets out a sigh.
it’s real. this is real. saint is alive, standing in front of him. he can feel his face against his hands. ❝ look at us. old sad men... i suppose i got so use to being alone with no one but myself and sagira in the forest... i forgot what it was like. ❞
i do not love you any less. that’s what he said. he smiles, not quite fully, but it’s enough. ❝ i know. you’re so full of love, saint. ❞ you were always better in that regard than me. you could love when i could not.
❝ my love for you has stayed the same, after all these years. and it always will. ❞
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owlsector --- saint
Saint cannot bear the silence that hangs in the air, but does not choose to break it, because if he did then the words would have to be goodbye. A man of might and metal Saint-14 could easily hold all the patience in the world but here and now he would refuse to stand for it. The Warlock always had an explanation for everything but in this moment he cannot offer anything?
It was quite unlike Saint-14 to give up, on anyone, anything. But he is beyond a breaking point where Osiris was concerned. Opening his mouth to bid the other farewell is when finally, something was said.
“Mm, so you would rather distance yourself than come to terms with this?” The way his tone carries does not exactly express anger, leaning towards a bitterness instead. Saint simply cared too much about the man before him, but that did not ease the pain, if anything it only made it worse. Because at the end of it all the most important question was one not yet asked: was it remorse or guilt that Osiris felt?
“Perhaps I should go, then it can be like I had never come back, as you have said there are things more important to focus on.”
OSIRIS FEELS DESPERATION well in his heart as soon as saint says he’ll leave. that’s not what he meant. he doesn’t know how to SAY what he means. he means he mourned. he means he’s RELIEVED. he means he doesn’t know how to tackle the albatross around his neck that’s the shape of saint’s death.
he never ALLOWED himself to do that when he was gone, because then that would be accepting that gap from their separation WAS from death. but now he must deal with it, or forever lose him. ( again... NOT AGAIN. )
osiris reaches out, hand clasping saint’s wrist tightly. ❝ don’t go. i’m--- ❞ the word never came to him easily, because in a way it’s admitting he’s wrong, he grimaces. ❝ i’m sorry. i didn’t mean that... ❞
❝ you were gone, i didn’t know what to do with myself. i didn’t let myself accept it. dammit, i spent years looking for you, i went mad looking for you, for the time just before you died. i failed. don’t you understand, saint? i failed, and if not for the young wolf... i’m... i’m afraid... of losing you again. i don't want to hurt like that again. ❞
