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send a number to my inbox and i will write a starter based on the gif you sent. feel free to sneak to see if the gif suits your needs, or send it blindly for a surprise!

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Honestly   a   good   chunk   of   Pandora   didn't   feel   that   fondly   towards   Lifeweaver.   Sure,   being   able   to   bend   life   energy   itself   is   a   powerful   ability.   But   people   have   seen   how   greedy   Niko   can   be   with   it.   How   high   he   gets   off   of   the   rush   at   taking,   and   how   hard   it   can   sometimes   be   to   give   it   up.   Still,   Lifeweaver   didn't   mind   people's   hesitation   around   him.   Because   at   the   end   of   the   day?   He's   not   a   nice   person.   And   most   of   the   other   people   here   aren't   either.   And   they   need   to   stop   deluding   themselves   that   they   are.

Lifeweaver   looked   up   from   where   he   was   dressing   someone's   wound   when   the   other   called   out   to   him.   A   spark   of   annoyance   rushing   through   him.   We   could   show   him   that   he's   half   right   with   that   name,   the   voice   whispered   in   his   head.   But   Niko   ignored   it.   "You're   good."   He   said   as   he   tightened   the   bandage,   watching   as   the   other   man   winced   in   pain.

"I mostly just got the shit slapped out of me a lot, which I used to be able to take more of, but I am in my fifties, now... so."

slow  to  react,  it  takes  a  moment  for  him  to  glance  up  at  the  agent  before  him.  just  as  slow,  does  he  take  in  the  information.  blinking,  there's  a  delayed  start.

"  yeah-...  uh,  of  course.  i'm  sure  i  can  get  access  to  the  servers.  don't  know  if  they'd  be  mastered  already  but...  hey,  a  preview  is  a  preview.  "

his  lips  purse,  offering  a  gentle  nod.

He lingers around, waiting for the other to give him something to respond to. For as gregarious as he could be, he did need some prompting every now and then, and Cypher didn't exactly seem like a Chatty Cathy.

“I’ve been on some difficult missions in the past,” He continued from the opening Torque gave him. “Many injured, some left to save themselves. All in the name of the greater good. It wasn't easy, but that's the job we signed up for. At the end of the day, Atlantis was waiting for us. We had the chance to decompress. Leave all that bad stuff behind…”

He leaned back on his chair, sitting very casually. He didn't want this to sound like a therapy session, but a conversation between friends. 

“Now our home has been invaded. It's a big deal. The one place we dared to feel safe.” He placed a hand over the other's. “It’s unsettling. For me, at least. I don't want to speak for others. But what keeps me going is knowing we’ll come back stronger from this.”

And then he makes an exploding gesture with his hands, complete with sound affects. Torque was nothing if not theatrical. Wrestling experience and all.

”You were in the right for being upset.” For being caught off-guard, for wondering, for not knowing that to do or say. “But the past is in the past, Barney.” Let bigones be bigones. Water under the bridge and all that. And with Cardinal present, they would see a lot more of each other around. They already did before but this was… different. The circumstances themselves were different. “I don’t think you were a…” His lips pressed tightly together as Mathias found a work around the curse word. “A little bitch. You were entitled to it. Lots to process.” Anyone in his position would blow up and start swinging. Thank God for moderation. “This is merely a new chapter for all of us. You, me, Sterling.” And if there was one thing both of them could agree on: was Sterling.

"Well, I've processed it all now. Took me a minute but I'm there. Sterling and I are sort of alright now. I'm not back to completely trusting him after what he —both of you— did to me, but... I don't want to be mad at him anymore. Which means I can't be mad at you, either."

A beat of silence, and then he hears the other respond.

Pixie   nodded   his   head   when   the   other   agent   said   that   he   needed   to   go   to   the   bathroom   and   that   he   would   be   back.   "Alright.   Don't   keep   me   waiting   handsome."   Pixie   said   with   a   laugh   and   a   cheeky   grin   as   he   happily   settled   down   onto   the   bed.   His   muscles   relax   and   clearly   still   in   the   afterglow   of   such   a   great   orgasm.

As   Pixie   laid   in   the   bed   and   just   kind   of   relaxed,   he   let   his   eyes   look   over   the   room.   Curiously   taking   in   the   design   and   decor.   He   was   a   little...Distracted   earlier.   So   he   didn't   really   care   much   for   sight   seeing   the   room.   But   now   Milo   figured   it   wouldn't   hurt   to   take   a   moment   to   check   out   his   surroundings.

So maybe he could ignore that. Do something else that didn't plague him so much... more sex.

every  waking  hour  had  been  dedicated  to  keeping  himself  busy.  work,  gaming,  whatever  kept  him  distracted.  he  couldn't  stomach  thinking  about  anything  else,  he'd  break  under  the  pressure.  nothing  in  his  two  years  of  training  could  prepare  him  for  this.

it  was  in  the  early  evening,  dark  circles  under  his  eyes.  he's  tucked  in  a  quiet  corner  of  a  mess  hall,  hunched  over  his  laptop.  he  feels  as  if  he's  moving  in  half-time,  slowly  tapping  at  his  laptop.  it  was  busywork,  sorting  through  some  files  and  organizing  them,  but  it  kept  him  sane.

yawning  softly,  he  doesn't  bother  looking  up,  even  when  another  agent  spots  him  from  across  the  room.

"SO—" he announces with a huff, sitting down besides the other. "Normally I would ask Gridlock to do this stuff for me, but... you're a hacker or something, right? I got a job for you. Sabrina Carpenter... you know her, right? Of course you do, you're gay. I assume. WELL—"

in the wake of destruction, charade saw an opportunity to step back into a version of himself he hadn’t thought about in a long time. before pandora, the mutation process, and the dangerous missions. before he gained the power to manipulate reality – or at least, someone’s perception of reality. back when his main job was to help intelligence agents get themselves back together between assignments, instead of being the one sent into the fire. pandora was weakened now, but it would rebuild itself soon enough. no one was idle. everyone was helping in any way they could. so charade found a small, dimly lit corner of the theatre on level 6, undamaged by the invasion.

he took a seat. if someone needed to talk, he was there. a calm presence amidst chaos. if the weight of the job was too much for someone to handle, they could come to him and let it out of their chest. if they were grieving or just needed not to be alone, the silence beside him was a safe place. he didn’t pry. just sat. listened. talked, when talking helped. he was there – willing to be whatever they needed him to be.

"take your time," he offered the agent a soft smile. "you don't have to talk if you don't want to."