since the first grain silo, the first cathedral...

♕ : Holding hands || @cheatdeaths​ 

Being newly sentient means a lot of watching and learning for the most part. Talking is still a shaky endeavor aside from what was already programmed in, but Mickey (as The Courier had taken to calling them) was picking up on new words fast. Sentences and ideas were shaky concepts. Sure they could handle a good true false statement line pretty well and used the light built-in on the stealth suit to answer the questions that Six had for them.

(one flash for yes, two for no, and three if they were feeling like being a little shit.)

This is the first flood that Mickey had ever “seen”. The thing about the desert is that it doesn’t drain, and the old world sewer system while mostly maintained on the strip, still was well.... old. What Mickey found stranger than anything was that Six was nowhere to be found. Thunder, lighting, and day three of endless down pouring that threatened to wash away parts of the strip. Mickey finally stood from the chair they were draped over, finding the act of giving themselves form still somewhat difficult. Grabbing their head, they attached the helmet to themselves and began to search for their friend.

♤ : Taking a bath together || @cheatdeaths​

The tub is not big enough for this. It doesn’t help matters that turians are leathery and sharp edges. The only way they really fit in the tub is with her in his lap, leaning back against his tucked up legs.

(she is soft and grounding.)

The water his only up to his chest, and she has a hand on his chest and the other is using a washcloth to dab at one of his many wounds from their last stand against the Reapers. Against every statistical odd and simulation, they had somehow managed to survive... almost all of them.

“I want to stay here for a week--” he mumbles, readjusting himself slightly to cover the grounding hand on his chest with a talon, “Not right here specifically, but just alone with you” Garrus knows that Six is gonna help with the triage, and Garrus will help with communication, but this, whatever it was they’d need to talk about.

Just friends didn’t take baths together or kiss.... granted they’d been toeing that line for years now if he let himself really think about it.

Opening his eyes finally, Garrus gave Six a lazily loving click of his mandibles that passed as a smile before reaching up to curl his free talon into her hair and tuck it behind her ear. “Maybe two if we’re lucky” he adds with a grin, sitting up to curl his arms around her and draw her in to press kisses up her neck. The water sloshed onto the floor and her laughs echoed into the bathroom as she scolded him for getting the floor so wet.

“And then you fainted, so--” Val prods and pokes at Jane with worry before he raises his omnitool to take her vitals. Worry ate him up and he nearly went so far as to take a glove off to feel against her face, but there wasn’t anything wrong.

A slightly elevated heart rate, but other than that she was just fine.

(just fine. alive. nothing weird. not fresh from the dead at all.)

❝the world’s a beast of a burden.❞ || @cheatdeaths

Javik enjoyed the company of the primitive called Six. She radiated such joy and it made it easier to breathe... but that was only when other people were watching. When she thought no one was around or notice she let such melancholy rule her that he felt sick around it.

Never once had that facade broken in the company of someone else to his knowledge. He pulled his eyes away from the memory shard and to the woman with a low hum, wings buzzing twice in uneasiness as her haunting words filed the room with the acrid ache of whatever thing she buried alive to let rot in her chest.

Diamond City was a good first place to go – it was safe. Six nodded along until his question. She hadn’t expected he’d want her along for the heartfelt reunion. Her hand stops rubbing his back and instead she just looks surprised. Then she laughs, because that’s what feels appropriate. Anything to lighten the mood. She laughs because Six is absolutely touched that he even wants her around.

This isn’t the time for her to be getting emotional. No, she can do that on her own time while she nurses a stiff drink and remembers what it’s like to be alone again.

“I can’t imagine Duncan’d be thrilled to have to share his daddy after bein’ away for so long,” Her tone is playful, but underneath the teasing tone it’s very gentle. She’s not insensitive to personal matters, “I can go with you to Diamond City, but I’ll hang out at the Dugout’r something. That a fair compromise? I’m not wantin’ to leave you in the lurch, Sugar, but…” this is just better.

“I just--” and MacCready stutters a moment and takes off his hat to run his fingers through his hair to ruffle it with a small laugh. “You’re family t’me now, Six,” he ducks his head a moment to hide the swell of emotion. “Just... I want you to know that.” he adds, reaching out and taking his pop and takes a long sip from it through a straw.

“ oh have you now, Oracle Lunafreya? My mistake. ”Aranea laughs at that; a startled sound that carried more warmth than she can remember having been there before; Biggs and Wedge joked that Leadership was a good look on her, Ignis had made some mention to her honor as a mercenary serving her well– but in truth, it was knowing that she could help her people recover, at least for the moment, that made her feel lighter.

    “ it’s odd, to hear ‘empress’ and realize people mean me– i only did what needed to be done, y’know? no one else seemed ready to step up, and.. well, i can’t really do much worse than the guy before me, can i? ” the so-named empress shifts enough to allow lunafreya a bit more comfort at her side, giving the ghost of a smile at the action.

Luna smiles as Aranea adjusts to allow her more comfort. “It’s more than other people have done,” Luna notes with affection. “You certainly know how to give orders and command loyalty as well. Somewhat of a gift actually given it’s not easy leading a nation that cracked under itself,” she adds affectionately. “I’m doubtful much of anyone knows what they’re doing anymore, so I think you should give yourself credit where credit is due—” the Oracle adds.

Luna has been impressed every single day since she met Aranea. It didn’t matter if it was her skills in battle, her tactical eye, or the grace (or the lack thereof at times) in which she handled politics. Empress Highwind was an impressive woman, and Luna wishes she could offer more to help her in tangible ways.

(she knew a spiritual leader was important, but it did not make it feel worth while when she knew she was capable of more.)

well used to his friend’s antics, noctis only watches in amusement as prompto puts on his dramatic display; it’s these moments that make him grateful for  his friends– the normalcy of it all is enough to make noct forget for a moment that he’s a prince, that they’re not just on a roadtrip to see the sights. when the blond drapes himself over the chairs and into noct’s lap, the prince shifts enough to make sure neither chair will tip when the weight distrubution changes.

gladio was likely to lose his mind if they broke another set of chairs, though noctis suspected they’d be replacing them soon enough anyhow, given how the shield’s own chair protested when he sat.

“ not in the slightest. ” the retort is quick, accompanied by a grin as he brought hands down to poke and prod at prompto’s cheeks, phone left to lay on the other’s chest rather than in the safety of a pocket. “ your dead act needs more work, less talking. ”

Prompto gave his best pout as Noct poked his cheeks, furrowing his brows up at him before breaking into a small laugh, careful not to jostle the other’s phone too much.