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    Freezing. The cold bit his flesh like hungry wolves, selfishly attacking each inch that it could find, which was a lot considering his tattered shirt. 

    Another day of fighting, and another day of finding himself beaten to a pulp.

    As soon as he saw his beloved friend, the man flashed a smile of bloody teeth and a dripping lip, his eye almost swollen over. “Ya shoulda seen the other guys,” he said, knowing how cliché it was, but it was also true. He was still walking and breathing.

     The other guys? Not so much.

      He heard her sigh and his head fell to a hang as he sat against the wall of her home. “I was supposed to take it easy, I know,” his foreign tongue muttered, a thumb moving up to wipe some of the blood from his jaw, “but I couldn’t help it. They said some shit to some people, tried to pick a fight with em, and I just knew that they needed to be put down.”

      He was using excuses. She was one of the few people whose opinion he actually cared about. 

     Roman wanted her approval. Her kindness. Her friendship.

     Soon, he felt a thick cloth sag over his shoulders and a hand pushing him to lean forward a bit before the fabric was wrapped around him. He looked to it and recognized it well, though it definitely didn’t look right on him as it normally did on her.

     He looked up to the woman with his one free eye and smiled softly before nodding. She offered her hand and he happily took it.

     Luck wasn’t something he leaned on...

“there are nights i spend hours out here, just staring at the traveler. trying to understand the words its sends me.” ikora shakes her head, then adds, “and there are other days i realize just how many stars it hides from us.”

    In just a matter of words, she was able to stun him harder than anything. If a gun went off next to his ear, he wouldn’t have noticed it. 

    Was he even hearing her correctly? His head lifted from hers, watching it rest on his shoulder as his arm stayed wrapped around her. He was at a loss for words completely as he’d....never heard that before from anyone, or even anything similar to it. The very idea that someone would want to...

❥   𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ,  𝐚  𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜  𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞  .

     Bright cyan came to settle upon the hunter. Her question set him into a slight state of UNEASINESS. Only slight. It drove him to settle back into his seat. Gloved hands brushing left over CRUMBS off the table in front.

      What does it feel like to be him..? To know the weight of the world isn’t on his shoulders alone, but to feel as if it is. To waking up ABSENT of someone he secretly LOVED knocking on his door to PESTER him. To expect to walk into the hanger and see him still standing. To wonder who might be the one to die next. Perhaps himself ? To stare up at the now woken traveler and mentally ask too many questions to count. Questions he so desperately yearns answers for. To feel as if every problem relies on his hands and his hands alone.. But perhaps that was what EVERY guardian felt. At least, a vast majority. MAYBE.

      the old Hunter’s eyes are practically torn open, a sharp breath followed quickly by a wheeze & a cough. the coyote leans forwards, his metallic limb lifting him up from the dirt, the whirring & hissing of mechanics sound off. a hot, searing pain in his midsection tells him that he had taken a hit, a rather painful one. it feels like a thorn in his side. 

destiny flavour text starters

“Ah, Miss Sera.” The young woman hardly forgets a face or name, especially if they belong to any members of the Order.