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“Can…what?” The Exo gunsmith tilts his head to one side. “Can our eyes do what?” His gruff, modulated, voice has a quizzical tone to it.

“Uh. Why’re you bouncin’ like that?”

- Cayde-6 ♠️

@awoken-lights || Coreopsis pops in for a visit

Banshee blinks and stares for a beat or two. Not that he’s opposed to help, it’s just that he’s unused to heads suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

Or so it seems.

Once he realizes that there was a person attached to the talking head, he relaxes his posture and nods to Coreopsis. “Uh.” He glances around him to the ever-growing stacks of weapons and weapons’ parts. “Yeah. Thanks. I could use a hand or two.” He nods again, this time to indicate welcome. “There’s a work bench under that pile of Omolon crates. Yours to use.”

He turns back to the Häkke auto-rifle he’s working on. “Anything in particular you wanna work on?”

Hearing Banshee’s rules and requests did not bother Adnan at all. “Yeah, I’m not about that slave and master shit either. As for the safe word…” Adnan thinks about it for a moment while Banshee goes over his agreements. The love one did strike out as a little odd at first as they had no intentions of doing so, but Adnan was guilty of falling head over heels for anyone who gave them the time of day. That made their ears twitch as if they had been called out on it. By the Light, is that rumor going around about them ?? Time to change up that aspect of their life… As they kissed on Banshee and already start on undressing the gunsmith, they stop halfway lifting his shirt up when Banshee asked for a drink.

“Ah, where were my manners ?? I should’ve asked that first.” Adnan replies with a slight sheepishness in their voice as they stood up and walk over to a small wooden chest tucked away in the corner of their room. “Hell, I’ll get a drink too then and pass on the smoking, I’ll live without it. By the way, I don’t have much to choose from. I really only have these for my guests.” Adnan kneels down to get a better look at the small selection they have. “What are you in the mood for?” They hold up a bottle of rum in one hand up for Banshee to see as they carefully move the glass about. They were all nestled between thick, red fabric and self made wooden barriers to keep them from shifting during flight.

The Awoken looks over the drinks, unsure of what to really make of them. “I usually like the drinks with the little umbrella in it. Sometimes rum… Hmm. Hope you know how to mix drinks as well as you know how to fix guns.” Adnan stands up and moves a bit to the right so Banshee could have a proper look inside of their stash of drinks. “Oh,” Adnan suddenly remembers, “Safe word. Right. I was thinking about a color? Red. That could work, yeah? Easy to remember and short enough to say.” Adnan looks at the half empty bottle of rum and remembers the last time they drank from it. A celebration with lots glimmer and treasures all around came to mind. And a lot of gambling. Good times!

“Red, huh? Yeah, that’ll work.” And as far as Banshee is concerned, the color red does work as a safe word. He isn’t certain as to why using one comes to mind. It simply seems like a good idea.

As the Gunsmith peruses Adnan’s mini bar, he takes time to appreciate the construction. It’s clearly handmade and well done; sturdy enough to take the blunt force of a combat landing and elegant enough to suit the Awoken’s aesthetic. “Nice job,” he murmurs, deftly selecting bottles and glasses. “I’ve had a turn or two serving up booze,” he adds. “Usually go for the darker liquor myself. Scotch. Honey whisky if I can get my hands on it. Not a lot of distillers around.”

While he prepares a Collins for himself, Banshee has a flash of bright blue eyes in his memory. Laughs over a couple of glasses of antediluvian Glenlivet. A grin that makes his mechanical heart feel tight.

He then remembers he has a flask of brandy, fruit brandy.

Banshee pulls the hip flask from its holster and pours a healthy dram for the Warlock.

@clovisbraythefirst

the fruit-and-flower tree

Huh.

Blue optics narrow into near slits as Banshee-44 stares down at the skinny furry thing clambering up his pants leg.

“Ain’t you a wee thing,” he grumbles, what sounds to be a smile in his voice. He reaches down and gently takes the kitten by the scruff to deposit them on his shoulder.

“Dunno why you’d wanna hang around here, but I figure this is more comfortable than dangling like that.”

@oxothnk

“Oof.” The Gunsmith blinks and focuses in on the other Exo. “The hell...”

He knows this guy. That cloak...it belonged to a scruffy-faced, long-haired Hunter. Nice kid. Then there’s the spade on his shoulder. And the horn, that beautiful, beautiful horn.

Oh.

“Cayde,” he murmurs. His mouth shapes into a smile. “You forget how to do it right? C’mere, lemme remind ya.”

“Good choice,” Adnan mumbles before they kiss Banshee again and with that, as dramatic the Awoken is, they decided to have a bit of magical fun with Banshee for a moment. Walking out and sneaking onto their ship was boring and anyone could do that. However, Adnan like going above and beyond when it came to situations like these. Something about the added flair of Awoken magic combined with Warlock magic he learned, always left their current partner speechless and to do it again.

With that, the pair are suddenly removed from the overcrowded workshop full of old oil and whatever else Banshee had laying around to a luxurious bed. The bedding is a soft, feather filled blanket with silk pillows. Nothing but the best for the king and those who got to share their bed with them. How they were positioned on the bed has Banshee at the edge while Adnan stood next to him shedding the of the top layers of their clothes. A skin tight dark red undershirt with well fitted pants was all the Awoken wore for now. Better to start off with slow steps with Banshee than rush it in as he already seemed hesitant enough to even say yes a moment ago.

“Before we continue, I do have some rules… No shoes on the bed, we cuddle for a bit after, I like to smoke when I’m done, and most importantly! Don’t be gentle.” Adnan spoke as they made their way over back to Banshee’s side. They move close to give him a few kisses again before stopping once more with their left hand resting on his chest. “What about you?”

“Wh—” Banshee looked left, then right, then left again. The kiss was nice; then suddenly they were magicked out of his tatty workshop and onto the poshest bed he’d seen in this lifetime, at least.

Oh. The kid was a Warlock. That explained it. Okay, that was convenient. Not that it would have been a walk of shame or anything, but Banshee was a private man and he preferred not to have the hangar rats gossiping.