"Yes, Minister, what is it?" "My Lord ---- Look..."
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"Yes, Minister, what is it?" "My Lord ---- Look..."
feat @altrel

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The cosmos exhales― within that breath the last flame dies, extinguishing the might of a bygone era. A fulcrum of shattered institution. –Defaced effigies crumble from their pedestals to rot within catacombs of discord, ushered in by the darkness beyond the weathered threshold. The beginning of the end. And yet, a spark remains. A burning ember hidden beneath the scattered ashes, stoked by the winds of change. It flickers slowly, dancing on the edge of burning out. This are trying times, and he is tired. So tired. The onerous weight upon his shoulders seems almost a fatal mercy rather than a looming threat. He breathes in, then breathes out. Watches her linger there in the sterile room, drifting between realms. —Slipping out of his grasp into the lure of Satakal.
" armitage, " her palm splays out over the bedsheets. long, clawed fingers curl, twisting the soft fabric between them. kneading, she hums softly. a sole eye casts its gaze to the man with whom she shares her final room. his face is unfamiliar. " when i am gone, which i imagine to be rather soon, " carefully, she plucks at a thread. for a moment, it is her world. she remembers the man in the room. his name. his face. her boy, bore of a another's womb, but hers in the end. she turns her palm over, an offering. " .. i want you to take my place. you are the only one that can fill it. "
He swallows dryly. Above the infinite whispers of the stars beyond and the discordant voices of the specters that rise to haunt him –beyond the graves of victories won and grueling trials that stripped him to the bone, exists one truth, ‘ You are loved, Armitage ’
He knows now that he will never know a love like this again, for the continuum of eternity. And in this moment, he is uncertain if he can bear it.
❛ Mother, ❜ he murmurs as the veil is torn, revealing a bramble of dread and despair beneath a tremor of stormy jade. The silt of subdued tears paint constellations across ginger lashes. Craters form in the bedding as the mattress sinks beneath the press of wiry elbows. ( He has grown older, wiser, taller and weathered with bitterness. But the waifish figure remains. Along with the tenderest curves of a smile that surfaces explicitly in @altrel's presence. ) All barriers lay shattered. Emotion bared. He slides his hand into hers tenderly. Long freckled fingers curl around a clawed digits with easy grace. Armitage’s fiery head bows as he places a lingering kiss upon the back of her small hand. His eyes lift to lay upon her, dark ringed and raw from tears. He nods slowly as the words pierce the stone-wrought walls of his reserve with relative ease. ❛ I shall. I will not allow everything you built to be lost. ❜ His voice tremors slightly. ❛ Your efforts will not have been in vain… ❜ he coos to her tenderly as if uttering a lullaby to a child. ❛ When our Empire stretches across the far ends of the galaxy, it is your name that will be remembered. This I promise you. ❜
Storms break. Tides change. Life catches you in its current. When the lights fade and the murmurs of “I love you” dissolve into the dark spaces in the room, he feels eerily alone.
Tomorrow he will return to the bridge with steely visage and the air of authority built from years of practiced diligence. And yet, the shadow of grief will hang over him within every face that is not hers. And the spark of prescient purpose will push him forward.
@altrel : [ PERSEVERE ] : sender, having received a particularly bad wound, tells receiver they're fine, but ends up collapsing later on. .... accepting
His hands are stained a violent red—seeping into the lines of his palms as if weaving a web of fate yet unknown. Smoke rises around them, stinging his eyes, clouding his lungs. His breath comes as a raspy wheeze. Blood stained fingers caress his mother’s weary face, as the young Captain kneels beside her, his senses keen despite the gentle attention he pays the fallen Minister. ❛ Shh, you are going to be okay. ❜ he murmurs to her assuredly before shifting swiftly to aim a shot between the eyes of an oncomer. Teeth flashing as a rush of feral instinct overrides his senses. The body falls as the smog begins to clear.
Amidst the tumult Armitage lifts @altrel steadily, taking care not to upset her injuries further as he carries her to the ship ahead, blaster still in hand. ❛ We'll be home soon, ❜ Armitage coos as he spies one their agents incapacitating two assailants in his peripheral vision. ❛ I've got you. ❜
@altrel : [ text ] text me when you get home safe. me and my non-existent modern au
[ ✉ : Mom ] I promise I will. 😘 [ ✉ : Mom ] This is the most boring date I have ever been on. 🙄 [ ✉ : Mom ] But he's insanely rich. Woe is me.
The taste of copper lingers on his tongue, a subtle remnant of bloodied nose and split lip. What is the cost of vengeance? Will you sell your soul? Or allow it to fester until it devours you slowly? Armitage feels so empty now. Poured out —every last drop of long repressed emotion expelled in a fit of violent rage. Leaving behind the hollow shell of a boy once teeming with ambition. Dry eyes sting as gloved fingers swipe over them indelicately. —wiping away the silt of long expired tears. This weakness has corrupted his body like a parasite, leeching his strength. He barely registers the din of a warm a familiar voice, ❝ life gets hard sometimes. i know, darling. look at me. you are not broken beyond repair. you are always capable of mending. ❞
Dark ringed eyes rise to settle on striking green irises. At age twenty six, Armitage Hux has never felt so small. Caught beneath the rising current that threatens to crush all that they have built. Red lashes flutter in tune with the tremble of his lower lip. ❛ He is transferring me to the Finalizer, ❜ the words tumble forth in a hoarse whisper, followed by a bitter laugh, as his eyes drift away from @altrel’s once again. ❛ I should have known… ❜ You are a weapon. A tempest. You were not made to be loved. ❛ I should… ❜ He melts into his mother’s arms despite it all.

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