#cosmicdeities

❝   They thrive on the dark and cold.   ❞  (Ichor)

"I wouldn't doubt that, with what they look like," Rook said quietly, watching the flickering black and white figures pacing along the walkways and in front of the doors. There were a lot, probably even more through the doors… which was where their objective was anyway. 

She glanced at the other Warlock.

Faces came and went through the weathered years of his life, some more fleeting than others, but what they never failed to hold is decidedly a fascination for the forsaken Captain. Dull eyes and soft voices that managed to hold the weight of any Kell’s command. A long road indeed to see their worth, how easily and carefree they revel in pure machine’s Light. 

And yet, the years had not been as kind as it was to the chosen immortals; he rolls an incoming ache from his shoulders, plates and joints alike near creaking in response; perhaps a bit of more lighthearted envy in these risen still lingered, how convenient it would be to be renewed by death, rather than being dogged by its constant chase.

Still, a yoke of hatred was a heavy burden indeed, and Misraaks was happy to be rid of it, even with the uncertain and difficult future yet to come; for the first time in a long time, his purpose felt — just, not wavering or flimsy as reefborne lies nor as vicious as the shadows of Dusk.

If only his chosen allies were more trustworthy, rather than bloodraving drekhs after a long hunt with no kill. It’s that same apprehension that has him sighing low into his rebreather, a silent debate on whether a move to help the warlock below would spell his end. Even after the endless comm chatter he’d intercepted, this guardian, this — Ro-ree as the others had called them, was still very much a mystery to him.

[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse. (to Wyck from Haydn (cosmicdeities)) || @cosmicdeities​ 

At the blanket, Wyck could only blink a couple of times, as an Exo, he didn’t necessarily feel cold, he knew many others would be able to make much more use of a blanket than him. Nevertheless, blankets were always absolutely comforting, his happiness and appreciation showed with how he flapped his antennae, optics glowing brightly. 

❝ i’ve had enough sexual misadventures for one year, thanks. ❞ (Loki)

Rook couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped her, and she leaned back a bit in her seat. 

"I think I'm familiar with the feeling. Are we talking unsatisfying partners or escapades that went completely sideways?"

She'd be grinning if her facial features allowed it.

Isiel looked at Haydn, expression tinged with sorrow as they thought of all the tragedies that had happened since the Collapse, what Haydn must have done to survive. Learning to fight to survive before learning anything. How many of them had been forged as soldiers before they were even given the chance to choose a different life?

“You don’t have to be grateful,” she said carefully, as if she were hesitant to say the wrong thing. Just because she’d been alive long didn’t mean she ever really got better at handling the rage and grief that came with the never-ending cycle of death and rebirth. “I’d say it’s best to feel anything to the full extent though. If you feel angry, than rage against the sun. If grief, take some time to let it wash over you thoroughly.”

She’d learned through experience that feeling things usually helped, in some ways at least. “At the very least, food helps with any emotion. And I have coupons for spice ramen if you’d like some?”

It was strange to find Felwinter away from his usual haunts, and stranger still to catch him in the company of another. ..But this area was as dangerous as the night was long--and he knew there was strength in numbers; they were better together.

Navigating the lock via touch was something that Isiel, while having significant practice in, happened to be a bit rusty in doing. Not to mention, with the lock only being partially tech based, there was a section that needed to be picked while the tech was activated to make it open. Stubbornly ignoring the hoard of eliksni coming up behind her, Isiel managed to get the mechanical part of the lock undone fairly easily.

However, reaching the wiring was proving to be frustrating. Peering into the lock, with Circinus carefully providing extra light, she bit back a groan of frustration at the dead core of the lock. The lack of electricity meant that the door would only open for a few seconds before shutting down. Shoving her arm back in the lock, she focused arc energy to the tips of her fingers. “Alright, let’s hope this works on three,” she muttered, glancing to Adnan before touching the core.