#btg0d

“ i told you to leave it, ” sam barks at higgs whose currently in a pissing contest with one of the homo demen leaders. with the reemergence of the demens and whispers of a new, deadlier extinction entity, higgs had been busy with the varying tasks sam had assigned to him, which leads to right now. his herald of extinction apparently can't handle the idea of sam requiring the assistance of someone other than him.

@btg0d asked : as higgs walked around the other man, blue eyes never leave syzoth, quite intrigued by the man ⸻ the reptile. it seems like nowadays he was finding out all sorts of new things, including people such as the man before him. ❛ well ain't you somethin' ... now what the fuck are you, hm ? ❜ he wouldn't attack him, he was more curious than anything, eyes studying the other.

PALE GREN HUES TRACK THE MOVEMENTS of the other , head turning when the male moved out of his line of sight . form was tense , on edge and ready to put up the defense --- or offense if it came to that . shoulders rolled , tail had disappeared --- having been out from instinct when he had sensed danger . fingers twitched at his sides , a tick of his .

❝ zaterran . ❞ came his reply , quick and simple . he inhaled through the mask he wore . the male's scent was off . something he had never smelt before in his centuries of life . chin tucked , hiding his glances under the hood he wore so he could assess their surroundings . earthworld had . . . changed . not for the better from what he could tell . he had the sinking feeling that he had been away too long . . . those he knew . . . they were all gone .

@btg0d — would you cut it out? i'm trying to help you. / porter au + for sam

pain has been the norm in sam's life for as long as he remembers, sam should be used to it at this point, but often than not, the pain is associated with him actively dying. ❛ your stitches are shit, ❜ sam grumbles, flinching at the next dig of needle and tug of thread.

not dying after an accident means he has to deal with the residual wounds when repatriation would've taken care of that for him.

these nightly interactions have become routine, all but a new norm for both of them now, despite everything, in spite of everything. so much left unsaid between the two of them, both of them refuse to bring up the obvious elephants in the room. as far as sam sees it, what's done is done — harping on it won't change the outcome, which leads them to the present, with higgs curled into his bunk instead of in his own assigned room on the magellan. the nightmares must've been bad if higgs didn't even wait for sam to get back.

@btg0d — “ so long as we don’t panic, we’re gonna be absolutely ok.” / for fragile

❛ let me jump us out of here, i'll worry about the consequences later. ❜ they'd been taken unawares by a group of insurrectionists — a lovely group that has no moral objections to using lethal force on those that happen to unknowingly step into their territory. higgs had managed to drag her out of the line of fire once the first bullet hit her side. the pain buzzes underneath her skin, but blood loss or completely being riddled with holes keeps her from entirely being taken over by shock. ❛ you can't take them all by yourself, higgs. they will kill you. ❜

@btg0d — "Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it." / for fragile

@btg0d — “ a little off-trail hiking. could be exciting.” / for sam

it's his shit luck that the path he usually takes to port knot city is teeming with MULES. if the cargo he was carrying wasn't so volatile sam wouldn't hesitate to clear out the area, if not temporarily, to make the area more hospitable for him and other porters. sam won't send higgs to do the dirty work, or even allow it — he's not carrying his unconscious ass and the cargo.

THE SOUND OF CRASHING WAVES FILL HIS EARS , the spray of salt dampen his skin , blackened by the dark tar . arms outstretched , he tilts masked face to the heavens . he reaches a hand skyward and lets his voice carry over the sound of the water battering the shore . he sings of a god that he can't reach . that he can't touch . yet she's there with him --- just out of his grasp .

his voice is a tether to any near . it fills their ears and draws them in to him . he could sense a body nearby and he allows his voice to ring louder to bring them closer . closer . closer .