#fallenandnotgettingup

A few months after Jorvek was allowed to kill his abuser , Jorvek felt an ease he hasn't felt on his shoulders in a long while. He still tensed at certain times and Great Machine forbid, had a flashback at the worse moments but he survived. He made it to Baron. And he was an expert at interrogation.

Perhaps that was why his Kell decided to promote him. Of course he was confused as fuck but accepted it after some grumbling.

Which finds him here, leading the Winters Archon to where there Servitors were. It wasn't the best location but it was something. "Tavek, I'll find you later. " He mumbled to the vandal who was trailing next to him since Xariks showed up. "I'll be alright."

"...Better be, Miishma." The young vandal grumbles at his mother. He gives Xariks another glance before he slips away leaving the Archon and stealth Baron alone.

"Sorry about him. " He grunts out giving the Archon a glance. His helmet prevented Xariks from seeing the scars across his face for the time being.

You were born to bring kingdoms to their knees, to cut their enemies down. But here you are, caked in earth and radioloria, brought down by your enemy. It’s a pitiful sight to see the Titan half-dead sitting against a rock face. Tango waivers between what the Humans consciousness and unconsciousness. The Dark around them is stifling; had they any idea of how suffocating the feeling would be, they wouldn’t have ventured into Vex territory alone. 

Ghost does what is can to stem the flow of precious fluids from their system. However the oppressive dead zone has sapped both of their strength and Light. 

_Tango, don’t go offline. I don’t think I will have enough Light in me to revive you. Barely keeping you together as it is._ The construct relays to it’s Guardian. Two flickering green optics blink slowly - a silent response that they were doing their best. The damage done to their platform was extensive... it would take days to repair. 

_I’m picking up Fallen comms, play dead?_ It pauses. _Not that it will be that hard... given your current state._

Muffled noises hit the android’s audio receptors. Whatever was coming would hopefully pass them by; take them for dead. 

They were close enough to it to pass off as dead anyways.

@fallenandnotgettingup​ said:

「(°ヘ°): How does one calm them down when they are freaking out? Do they prefer physical comfort, or would they rather be left alone?

[[ It is uncommon for Ace to freak out greatly- As he’s often than not concealing how he feels or keeping it as cool as he can, in case of him being unstable in any way, it’s best to leave him alone, only those that are very close to him can try and help him out.

@fallenandnotgettingup​ said:

ಸヮಸ: Do they lean back or forward when they laugh hard? Do they snort? Slap their knee? Do that seal-esque clap? Do they often laugh to the point that you can’t hear their laugh anymore?

ヽ( ´O｀): What is their body language like when sleepy?

1.- [[ Wyck leans back when he laughs hard, usually followed by a clap and a loud “HAAAH!!!” before he continues laughing, it’s loud, joyful and maybe even contagious! He has trouble controlling his body when laughing so it’s normal for him to lean back, clap, slap his knee, etc. If his laugh lasts for a long while, he wheezes for a bit, but it doesn’t go to the more... silent type of laugh.

In summary, loud, expressive, lack of control in laughter ]]

2.- [[ When Wyck is sleepy it’s a little hard to tell, as he does not like sleeping anyways, he tries to push the feeling back, knowing that in the end it’s just something he feels like doing rather than needs.

He will oftentimes get coffee just as a comfort thing when tired, and will preserve energy, more often than not taking a moment to sit down and relax, moments like this are where he’s at his calmest and won’t be willing to go out for some wild adventure.

👐 - …massage my muse’s back, sliding their hands under the shirt

The android isn’t normally knotted and sore, but this new body had its limitations - having nerves was interesting to say the least. They’re sitting in front of the Eliksni and his hands carefully work at the sore spots on their back. However, soon they feel his hand sneaking around to the front; digits slowly trace up the android’s abdomen before coming to rest over their breasts. 

The comms in Wyck’s helmet gently buzzed, a dear friend of his asking where he was, perhaps he wanted to run through some missions before grabbing a bite, the Exo buzzed back. “I’m just goin’ around Venus, tendin’ to some stuff, I may be back on my ship in an hour or two uh-- Wait...” As he advanced the terrain, something peculiar caught his eye.

A group of Vex battling a Fallen, and it did not seem like any poor dreg sent out alone almost as bait, they were rather large, more than a captain. Wyck observed as the other fought, alone, and stood there in silence for a few moments, before the voice in his comms, his fireteam member, asking what was wrong. “--Look, Kyle, somethin’ came up, I’ll get to you when I can.” 

Was it dumb? Perhaps, he’d tried, many times, to help, and would get bullets in return, the Fallen seemed to hate Guardians, and they had their reasons, that’s for sure, but Wyck did not mind trying, after all, he could always come back.

The Hunter jumped down, Hand Cannon in hand, his aim, perhaps not the best, as he wasn’t aiming too precisely to their radiolaria centers, but at the least he would distract them from the Eliksni they were attacking, carefully, he made his way towards the group, swapping from his gun to using his fists to handle some Vex- Anything that would help clear the way for the Fallen.

💝 for a a kiss on the forehead

          They’re alone. 

          Its not often the Titan get reprieve from Vanguard issued duties and strikes. But today would be a day of rest for them. For both of them. 

          Since Xariks had been brought to the Tower as an ally, they’d grown very close. Ghost had poked fun at them asking when they became a bug hugger. The android never responded... 

          The pair were tucked away from prying eyes in the makeshift repair bay the Tower had allowed the Archon to make use of. It was peaceful. Noise from the hangar bay drifted by on a soft summer breeze; just soft enough to keep the quiet at a minimum while the Eliksni tinkered away at a small machine in his hands. Tango lay across an empty work bench absently mindedly throwing a scrap ball of wires up and down. Not saying much, simply enjoying the other’s company. 

          Tango couldn’t seem to get enough of his presence; it was something they craved, and something the android was not accustomed to. Being alone for so long made them think that they would never need anyone at their side. But now... 

          “It is done.” Xariks breaks the soft silence between them finally. The Titan props themselves up onto their elbows to see just what the male has created. 

          On the floor is placed a small replica of a Walker. Deft hands connect a wire to a small power source, causing the little machine to come to life. It walks a few small paces before stopping and turning around. The small turret on its back fires off a single dart. Harmlessly, it hits the wall between them. A smile graces pale features. It is a marvelous little creation, though it didn’t seem to serve much purpose. 

          “A Walker?” 

          “Gift. Dae-Ki might like, yes?” There is a smile in his words. He’d taken on the young Guardian practically as his own daughter. Tango hated to step in between the pair... they felt as though they were taking up space that was not theirs to have.

          “I’m sure she will be very happy with it.” 

          Xariks must have sensed the change in the Titan as he moves closer to them. A primary hand reaches for the tiny Walker and disconnects the power supply. It is then placed on Tango’s lap. The action garners a look of confusion from them. 

          “Give to her.” 

          Tango makes to protest, but is silenced as the Eliksni looms closer. He removes the breather from his face. His appearance may by alien, but the male’s features hold a certain charm. Four cerulean optics blink shut as Xariks leans in before ever so gently placing his mouth to their forehead. The touch is registered, but not felt. Slowly the larger male leans away. 

          You are a wall which against the Darkness breaks. 

          Walls do not move. 

          They have told themselves this mantra so many times. But still the words feel so hollow when the Darkness seems to pull strength from nothingness. They had been fighting for so long in this Vex and Taken contested territory that any hope they had of being able to re-secure this Golden Age research facility was well gone by now. 

          Feet thunder across the flooring. Why are you running, Titan? Is it not your duty to stand and protect? They skid to a stop at a crossways. Sounds of combat hit their audio receptors: Xariks was still fighting. 

          “I give you time to escape. Go!” 

          How they hated to argue with him. The Archon was just as stubborn as they were. Through the cacophony the android hears a pained cry. Xariks! Optics glance to corridor ahead of them. The entrance in which the pair had come through allows light from the outside world to come flooding through. For a moment they entertain the idea of rushing outside to radio for help, but the thought is soon abandoned as the Titan turns on their heels and goes sprinting back the way they had come. 

          When the android arrives back into the open area in which the fight had begun, the optics spot the Archon. 

          Quickly Tango runs to his side; dropping to their knees to assess the damage. One of his mighty hands is pressed to a large singe on his abdomen. The purple-red hued life blood that flowed through his veins is staining the protective layer between flesh and armour. 

          “Ghost, my med kit.” Tango barks. It complies wordlessly. 

          The action of pressing down on the wound causes the Eliksni to stir from its addled state. 

          “You... supposed to leave...” The male says weakly. A primary arm weakly reaches up to their Braytech Sn0whelm. Ghost transmits it away so the creature can touch their face. Sensors show that his temperature is dropping. He’s lost too much blood.