#d2 verse

“I slipped and fell when I was out,” the caregiver said, turning before Imperius could get a better look at the very obvious bruise on the side of his face that a fist would have made. Kieran’s skin was steadily turning into a splotchy color, no doubt it would grow purple by the next day. He puts away the basket he would often use when he’s out delivering freshly baked bread for the Eliksni at their Quarters, the cloth inside still smelling of the goods.

"really now, with that absolute precision?" kieran pouted.

"I'm not-" Kieran pauses mid-way through a chuckle. Those were the exact same words his husband had said to him, a long time ago. Despite him not home for most of the time due to his duties as a Guardian, Kannen knew how hard his husband works in keeping the orphanage on its feet, ensuring their funds was sufficient and food was always on the table. To hear Cayde utter those words struck a chord in his heart.

“Oh, don’t..” the caregiver said sadly, shaking his head. In his hands, he held a small basket containing enough medical packs and bottles of water. It felt insignificant compared to the amount of artillery the Guardians managed to gather over the last few days for the battle to reclaim their beloved home from the Cabal. But Kieran had hope that his little basket will help, until the one Guardian restores their powers upon the Almighty’s destruction on the Traveller.

Guardians and Lightless alike are hurrying in loading ships with necessary cargo, Hawthorne and Cayde barking orders in the distance. He would go with them, but he had to stay to look after the children and the sick. All they could do for now is wait, for everyone to come home safely.

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Without the constant squabbles between the Fallen and Cabal, the rusted buildings to the west of the Trostlands were a quite tranquil place. Gentle trickles of water pooled at the bottom of a cracked road. A Warlock passed through the area, her stride taking her through the pools of water. Calf-deep in the swirling liquid, but the water lay undisturbed as she kept on. Refractory angles gave off a glow from her boots, the remainder of her robes a deep blue.

Eyes of blue peered at her from the shadows of the outlying forest, but they were of no concern to her. She was lightly armed, only a pulse rifle infused with the stars along her back, that was not to say she was unprepared for combat. She was there for something else, a dark force that plagued the Earth near the Traveler Shard. Something had begun to rile up Taken across the system over the course of the past few days. She hoped to find answers here.

"Anything?"

She called over the comms, her Ghost chirped back soon after, "Not much yet," Though the news was disconcerting, her voice was still bright. "the particulate matter seems to have been excited but nothing else of consequence so far."