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Zikris tilts their head to get a better look at the Guardian before recognition clicks. "Ah, hello again Rook." The polite tilt of their head, a gesture they normally wouldn't worry about if they weren't within the Guardians HELM. Hunched over by the railing, they also give a friendly wave. "I never thought I'd see the day we would walk amongst Guardians like this. It is...odd, but refreshing." Tilting their head to give her a curious look, they ask, "Are you here to help Misraaks with the Vex?"

An Eliksni recognizing her was the last thing Rook had expected walking into the greenlit section of the HELM, but it was welcome. The utterance of her name drew her attention left, then up, and her optics brightened.

"Zikris! It's good to see you again!" She abandoned the comms terminal to join the other Exo with a jump up to the second level. She glanced down to the Eliksni and humans working on this and that, and gave a nod in agreement. Despite her worries and misgivings, despite the fear out in the City… there were some good steps forward to remember.

“Here, grab onto me, I’ll carry you out.” (zikris >:3)

Rook's grip on her sidearm remained tight for a moment, watching darkened doorways for any late Cabal before letting her frame sag against the wall. A hit from that last Phalanx felt like it had done something to her leg-- pain aside, it made a worrying splintering noise when she tried to stand. It wouldn't be a problem, except for the Darkness smothering Finn's Light and hindering his ability to heal her. 

Needless to say, Zikris' offer to help was appreciated, albeit a bit tentatively. Rook had her pride, but at least she knew when she needed help.

AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED PLOT (with Zik!!)

It had taken quite some reassurance for the Eliksni Quarter's guards to back off as Rook and Zikris headed further into the burned out sector of the City. The Warlock openly carrying three weapons-- as well as her Light-- seemed to do the trick, and the two were eventually left to their own devices. So much trouble over looking for extra supplies.

Several hours out resulted in a good haul of things the Eliksni needed, but also the two of them deciding to take a rest before heading back to the quarter. Finding a comfortable place wasn't that difficult...

 But who would have thought a king size bed would be too small? 

Rook folded her arms as she considered the mildly inconvenient scenario. 

As she'd promised during their all-too-brief meeting in the HELM, Rook had slipped away from the Tower as soon as her duties had been logged for the day. Ah, Zikris served as a very potent distraction for the Warlock; one of her fireteam members had even commented on the absentmindedness, prodding at her to get her head back in the game. But worries about anything else were set aside for the night as she closed the door to Zik's quarters.

No time was wasted in Rook literally gliding into the larger Exo's arms, barely stifling her soft laugh. How she'd come to adore the feeling of multiple arms holding her close. She'd pulled back from her hug enough to give Zikris a kiss when the Eliksni beat her to it. In two strides Rook's back was against the wall, much to her exhilaration, and her cheeks flickered pale blue in a soft blush as Zikris leaned in to kiss her.

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Rook couldn't help the soft flicker of her oral lights, warmth creeping into her chest at the thought of the other Exo (even if her thoughts quickly strayed down even more enjoyable paths). She rested her chin in her hand with a soft hum as she thought.

"A fantasy about Zikris, huh? Them being as rough as they want with me, especially if we get going for multiple rounds. Let them hold me down and enjoy themselves, no matter what that entails."

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The summer storm growing outside could very well be considered of no consequence. Besides the fact that their little haven had been gradually reinforced and weather proofed, they were comfortably wrapped up in eachother at the moment.

Warm light washed over the two Exos, throwing shadows across the sprawling blanket nest they were lying in. Rook was on her back, robes and boots left by the door, with Zikris propped up on one pair of elbows as their lips melded in a kiss that had been carrying on for more than a moment now. Her knuckles drifted down the Eliksni's sides as Zikris kissed her a little deeper, and Rook hummed at the feeling of their tongue slipping past her lips. Of course she was only happy to encourage such indulgence, and she further deepened the kiss while tugging at their waist, pulling them down to be flush against her. One arm looped around Zikris' neck while the other cupped the back of the Captain's head, content (for the moment) to keep them there and get lost in this kiss.

Things to say to immortals || Accepting!

Rook quieted for a moment, hands that had been hanging a few now-clean robes falling still. It wasn't a question she was unwilling to answer, it had just.. taken her a bit by surprise.

"Always," she finally said as she resumed her task, though there were no notes of sorrow or regret in her words. "Even the ones who passed long before my last reset. I know I'd miss them just as much as I miss those I've lost in the last century."

a kiss (from Zikris :3)

Rook picked her way through the rubble of the abandoned sector of the Last City, Finn providing a bobbing beam of light that swept cautiously left and right. This wasn't the first time they'd done this, but… it had been a few weeks since they'd been able to properly get away. 

They said distance made the heart grow fonder, and the Exo was beginning to understand that. The messages sent back and forth when she had the time were enough to tide her over until their next meeting, but all the same she'd been looking forward to this. 

Worn boots padded up the stairs of an abandoned apartment building, leading to her ducking into a cozy, familiar room. If she had a proper heart, it would be caught in her throat at the sight of Zikris waiting for her. White and silver robes fluttered as she practically ran to them, throwing her arms around the Eliksni exo in a tight hug. Light, she'd missed this, but couldn't find it in her to curse the strained relations between the City and the Eliksni. That didn't matter all the way out here where no one would come looking for them.