#coronabled

Lyrics, that was his first thought. Sad lyrics, but ones that he knew most definitely fit how Cayde behaved…. Around other people, for the most part. Out in public where he can make people laugh and groan. No, they’ve found themselves to be alone at the moment. ( Is that why he’s saying this? Don’t worry friend, no secrets escape me. )

He drew in a long yet shallow vent, eyes flitting to everywhere but Cayde as he processed a response to it. ( Do I know you well? ) Fingers drummed against his own forearms and he pulled his sight back up to his friend, soft green gazing back at vibrant blue.

“I can understand why.” His voice was lowered, quieter and softer, something more serious but at the same time caring. “I get not wanting to appear more vulnerable in front of others in fear of being judged. But right now, this isn’t between a Vanguard leader and sniper. This is between friends, and you know what friends do?”

He shuffled a bit from where he sat and turned to face Cayde better, legs propped up with arms draped over his calves, leaning his head on his knee and showing a gentle, kind expression.

i lost track of what post this prompt was from

Bright blues and a flashing orange mouth were the only things in his line of sight that he was able to focus on in the dark of late night, irregular staccato wheezing jolting his torso as he felt like that specific part of him was about to cave in from the fresh panic of a night terror. It took him a moment of grasping on Cayde’s forearms with clawed fingertips digging into fabric to help him come down from the panicked high, the stabbing pains in his chest faltering but not disappearing.

Now he tried to bring himself down from the dizzying attack, his sight and hearing locked onto Cayde’s presence, assuring that he was really there. Holding on and nodding as the other Exo spoke. ( Yes, I’m here now, it was only a nightmare. )

Anyone who claimed they played fair in Gambit was a liar. Gambit wasn’t made to play fair, leave all that honorable bullshit to Shaxx. His playground was to get hands dirty and honor even dirtier

“Lemme ask ya this--”

ikora reaches over, to rest a hand gently on cayde’s shoulder. for a moment, the warlock simply looks at the hunter. there is a brief second, the smallest instance, where she nods, understanding. and then, she smiles.

That...was a strangely valid question. One that most likely needed to be answered while mildly intoxicated with whatever alcohol was available at the moment.So what would one Drifter do? Laugh. Sincerely laugh. Shake his head in amusement, lean back and think of an answer --why was he even thinking of an answer?

small action starters 

Audials flick up and the tiniest squeak escapes his voice box as he was suddenly hugged from behind, something between a curious hum and a grunt following suit as his torso twisted around to see who the cuddly culprit was. He just needed to see the horn poking out from behind his shoulder to know.

two minutes.

she was gone for a total of two minutes (ninty-seven seconds, actually, but who’s counting?), just long enough to leave the kitchen and find the mug of coffee she’d misplaced— and now she comes back to this. the kitchen in disarray, pots and pans tossed around the once-tidy room, and something dripping from the ceiling.

ikora closes her eyes, bringing the mug up to her lips, and takes a deep gulp of lukewarm coffee. once the proper amount of caffeine has been distributed, she opens her eyes and takes a deep breath.