constant mood

Trakii was not in their best form.  They were not a warrior---not even really a fighter.  But they had to do something, and compared to all the other madness in the galaxy, this would be easy.

Well, easy for the paladins, who did worse every day.  Trakii hated knowing that it was such a minor task yet they were terrified.  Perhaps that building fear was why the night before the mission, they snapped at Sendak, their lover and protector, “You’re supposed to talk me out of this.”

Sendak raised his eyebrows over his tea.  “I’m not your commander,” he said, “I’m your home.  You choose whether to go.  And then you come back to me.  That’s all.”

Trakii felt at once like a fool, but perhaps like a fool with some support.  “Sorry.  I’m sorry.”

“Mission stress,” he said dismissively, as if he had to deal with it every day---and maybe once, he had.

Trakii huffed out a self-conscious laugh and moved to leave, feeling lighter.  They stopped at the door.  “You’ll have my back?”

“The tick you call,” he confirmed.  He smiled roughly, and a touch proudly.  “But you won’t need me.”

Trakii smiled back and held their head high as they left to do their part in the resistance.

“How did it come to this?” he asked one day.

Krie had to admit this was not the sort of question they wanted to hear while tangled with their lover in one of their few moments of peace.  They traced the lean lines of his shoulder.  “Do you regret it?” they asked.

“No,” Throk said quickly, “no.  But I never meant—I worked alone so that only I would be in danger and bear my own shame.”  He turned his face so that their head was tucked under his chin, conveniently keeping them from glimpsing his expression.  “Even in the beginning, I intended to keep you at a distance.  You would have been safer that way.”

Krie wiggled out from his grasp to meet his eyes.  “Then you would have been alone.”

Throk’s fingers ran the length of their fin carefully, almost sadly.  “That might have been wiser.”

They smiled and settled into him more comfortably.  They smiled so that he had to let go of gloomy contemplation and answer with his own.  “No one has a heart of stone, my love.”

Thace knew the answer just before Krie spoke.  “My nightmares are usually about losing you,” they admitted.

He should have known their compassion was more than how they felt and acted; it was in their very spirit, with them whether they willed it or no.  Of course it would follow them to their dreams.  This was one fear Thace could not assuage.  Anyone could be lost, at any time; the universe made no promises otherwise, and so neither could he.

Instead he cupped their face pressed his forehead to theirs.  “Rakosta,” he murmured, “as I carry your love, you have mine.  These are dangerous times.  But no matter what happens, you will never be entirely without me.”

Hart sneezed.  The sneeze, unfortunately, set off a series of unrelenting coughs, and by the time they were done their eyes and nose were streaming unchecked, having taken advantage of the chaos.  They sniffled heavily and nearly sneezed again.

“Guh,” they said, with feeling.

“More tea?” Revali offered.  He had been enormously patient with Hart, if a bit grand with his flourishes of generosity.  Normally Hart was picky about their tea, but either Revali had finally learned how to make it just right, or they couldn’t taste well enough to tell the difference.

Hart saw to their face with a handkerchief which had seen its share of use in the last two days.  “I’b fide,” they replied.  “You’ve already dode too buch.”  They sneezed again.

“Well, tell me what you need, darling, and I’ll get it.”

Hart groaned.  “Cad we go sobeplace high so I cad jub off it?”

attraction meme | accepting

≫ @spacefischy

➤: aesthetic attraction

★: personality attraction

❥: romantic attraction

✿: platonic attraction

↳Ⓡ: potential sexual attraction

kovir’s feelings: ➤ + ★ + ❥ / ✿ ??? + Ⓡ

( thIS MURDERED THE PLUM ) i still can’t believe these two have managed to get This Far tbh. the symbols might not get the idea across as they should aksjdfh because while kovir’s feelings may not be exactly romantic in nature, whether due to vetara or because they still haven’t quite worked out what they feel... they definitely see her as more than a friend. it’s Complicated™ 

im hoping for something that has the same kind of vibes as like…Who Framed Roger Rabbit? where it doesn’t try to be too serious cause it knows its still gonna be kinda silly?

Tbh that’s kind of the vibe I picked up from the trailer? It doesn’t seem like it’s taking itself too seriously, but trailers can be deceiving... So I guess we won’t know until it releases and we see reviews and stuff.

“That was amazing,” Hart said as soon as he touched down.

Revali shook his head free of snow.  “Please,” he said dismissively, “any Rito can do that much.  The archery---now that was something to fawn over.”

“I just meant---”  Hart squinted up in thought.  “Hmm.  I wonder if I could draw it?”

He folded into a sitting position beside them.  “Draw what, darling?”

“How regal you looked,” they replied.  They gestured at the patch of sky that had their attention.  “Just there, when you started gliding.  It was... I don’t know.”

Revali cleared his throat.  He very much wanted to say that it was difficult to show off when they found everything he did impressive, that their constant approval rendered it virtually meaningless---but if that was the case, he had no right to feel so puffed up about it every time Hart looked at him like that, or smiled, or applauded him.

They turned that dangerous look on him now, expectant.

“No better than you look riding, I’m sure,” he said instead, and was rewarded with a smile.

Trakii’s nearness was his metric in times of uncertainty.  If they wandered, they were comfortable.  If they kept pace with him, he kept an eye on them.  When they pressed their weight into his chest, it was time to go home.

They were on their way now, curled in the two pilot chairs.  Sendak didn’t comment that Trakii had hardly slept the night before; that would be inane, as would saying anything about how weary they looked.  They already knew all that, much better than he did.

Instead, Sendak wordlessly took care of the ship and the security.  Once inside, he rumbled, “Glad we’re home,” so they wouldn’t take his silence for resentment.  He sprawled on the cushioned seat that curved its way around their main room and closed his eyes.

A few minute later Trakii joined him, light and cool to the touch as they nestled into his chest.  He put his good hand over their back.  One faint, low purr escaped him before they both fell asleep.

Krie knew as well as any of them that training was a matter of life and death on the field.  They worked hard and did not break concentration.  If they did, their phantom warrior would be quick to point it out, along with all the ways they would have been injured in the process.  So when the cord to one of their necklaces broke, they started but held their guard stance.

To their surprise, it was Throk who put away his weapon.  He lifted the necklace from the grass.  “Allow me,” he said.

Krie hesitated, but dropped their weapon too, and turned around.  Throk gingerly replaced the necklace.  Armored gauntlets scraped the back of their neck and fin.  He made a sharp, impatient sound and snatched the necklace back.  The next time it was claws that brushed their skin in slight, deft touches.  Despite all his precision, they wouldn’t have imagined hands so used to killing could be so careful.  Or perhaps that was why he was so careful with them.

“You didn’t take the opening,” he rumbled as he tightened the cord’s new knot.