#redceyed

In such a case she waited — stalking through every long shadow at a distance to observe their actions before advancing and potentially intervening. She had observed them for some time, following for days to affirm or denounce her own suspicions. 

With her rifle lowered to her hip, Cybele skirted around the perimeter of the building they entered, head dipping lowly beneath the broken windows to match the guardian’s pace. Disturbed chittering from nearby Eliksni was drawn to a low hush with a swift movement of her hand before ducking back into a long shadow cast by the building itself.

   She sits with legs crossed, eyeing the game meat cooking over flames. Fear of the Russian wilds had eased away in the years despite its many dangers. The Fallen had learned quite quickly it was easier to leave her alone, because despite the outward Human appearance, she could slaughter and turn them on one another without hesitation. 

   So when she hears approaching footsteps she assumes they are not of Fallen origin, possibly Hive, though they rarely were so quiet. A Guardian, then. Sighing and reaching forward she rotates the meat and lets it roast on the other side, awaiting the interruption. Often enough those of the Light came across her, and tried to take her back to the City, or at least a nearby settlement. Every single time she simply left once her saviour did. 

late nights - ACCEPTING !>> @redceyed

     “ I am not surprised at all that you would like eternal slumber, caro. ”

     They eye him carefully from the stove, stirring the beef stew idly ( their lunch after a hard day of maintaining Titans and aircraft ). They had been talking about previous battles that could have easily resulted in death. Aria made a quip that they were both strong and sturdy enough otherwise neither of them would have been here at this moment. 

     I’m not afraid of death, I think it’ll be peaceful.

     Aria mulls over that thought. Command had sent them over to check on Red, see what his current status was ; physically and psychologically. Aria said that he seemed tired. That he had ghosts clinging to him and that it probably didn’t help that he made his old fireteam’s base his home. Command told Aria to stay there and continue watching him ; which just meant that they wanted Aria out of their hands as well. They must have thought that one depressed pilot and one with too much energy ( self-destructive, reckless behavior they called it ) would be able to keep each other alive. 

     There have been some rough nights for the both of them. They both had night terrors. Viktor would toss and turn in his sleep. Aria would scratch at their stumps, digging into the flesh as if they were growing another appendage. They manage to comfort each other through those nights. Then they barely talk about it in the morning. Aria supposes it’s a system that works. 

     They hear a chair creak and a shuffle of footsteps behind them. Aria glances over their shoulder to look up at the other man standing only inches away from them, looking down at them with a blank expression. Was he worried because they were quiet? 

i got bored and decided to draw the entire two (2) interactions krism has had w/ other guardians