king.

“Hevy, duck!” Flak shouts. Hevy drops. Flak fires over his head, knocking the wounded Guard unconscious and downing the second as well, but the third Guard dodges. He raises his gun. Hevy gasps as he recognizes the armor, the wings etched into the side of the helmet. Hevy reaches to switch his own gun to stun but he’s not fast enough. 

“Thorn, don’t—!”

Thorn’s stun bolt slams into Flak’s chest. The pilot staggers and drops. Hevy throws himself to the side and fires at Thorn. The frantic motion makes his shot go a little wide. It glances off of Thorn’s shoulder. The Guard’s entire body jerks, but he doesn’t fall until Hevy stuns him a second time, crumpling to the floor.

For a moment all Hevy can do is stare at Thorn’s unconscious form. Hevy’s chest heaves as he struggles to control his breathing. He feels cold. 

i have been wanting to draw something from your fic for AGES! i still have so many parts i want to redraw too.

IT IS DONE,

IT

IS

DONE

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"AWOL"