#solarborn

☼ - Vadim couldn’t help himself.  He’d gotten home rather late tonight, and saw Blaine dozing on the couch, probably having fallen asleep waiting for him.  But what he can’t ignore is the beautiful curve of Blaine’s neck, exposed by his head lolling to the side.

So he presses a few kisses to the exposed skin of his neck, amused when Blaine mumbles his name.  He presses a couple more kisses to his neck, enjoying the way his lover blushes.  “Yes, love?” he teases, eyes sparkling.

Blaine pulls him close and the Speaker gives a bright laugh, letting Blaine pull him in until they’re both lying on the couch.  His lips are pressed to his before Vadim can say much else, and Vadim returns the kiss eagerly.

Veles was bound to bite off more than she could chew at some point or another--and she finally had. Following a lead she was sure would be a dead-end about some interesting Vex in a cavern (rumor has it they looked the same as those from the Future Gate in the Vault of Glass), only to find it hadn’t been one. Save for the fact their frames were motionless, cores dead for all she knew, and a Blight had come down on her the second she used her Light to start investigating.

Typically, a few Taken and their big orbs of tomfoolery were simple enough to deal with. Knock out the Blight, the Taken stop coming--but as soon as she got one Blight taken down, two more would spawn. Psions splitting faster than she could kill them, Centurion darts making constant movement a must, and Boss was blaring an emergency distress signal to any Guardians close enough to provide backup.

[ If there are any Guardians in the area, we need immediate backup. I repeat, we need immediate backup. We have a rapidly evolving Blight situation on our hands. Coordinates are encrypted in this broadcast. Hurry. ]

She didn’t like the twinge of fearful desperation in her Ghost’s static filled voice--Veles pushed harder. A tether, grenade, another tether--bullet spray--noxious smoke. Another group eliminated, another Blight swept from her plane of existence, and even more popping up to replace them. It was not a matter of skill, Veles could keep this up for as long as she had to, keep the Taken at bay and stay alive. But this was not a solo endeavor--she simply couldn’t wipe it out on her own and her ammo supplies would, eventually, run out.

Loneliness was what drove him to the bar tonight.

Diego had a thing against crowds -- usually -- the noise making the world around him sharp to his senses. But after a few shots, things seemed to dull around the edges, and he started to scout the area for some company. It wasn’t long before his eyes fell on a man that seemed to be sitting alone at the end of the bar.

He made his way over, trying to seem like he was going to the bar and not towards the stranger. Leaning against the counter once he got there, he ordered another shot of vodka, taking the opportunity to eye the man now that he was closer. Tall. Handsome. Probably at least a solid eight out of ten. Perfect.

The bartender slid the shot over, and Diego gulped it down before he slid forward, every move calculated (or as calculated as it could be, considering he was about four shots in). Sliding onto the bar stool next to the stranger, leaned against his elbow, fluttering his dark lashes at the man as he spoke.

5. On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Average days he spends in the Tower often leave him with hasty notes of coordinates, rankings, statistics and the like that he deals with for Zavala.

On a day in the field, you can bet there’s a whet stone, some “just-incase” supplies, and likely a trinket that acts as an artifact for him. These trinkets change often.

16. Which trait does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

If he’s honest, success. The two are very closely linked for him, but success makes him feel like he actually amounts to something (which is why his situation with Cayde causes him a lot of bitterness/grief).

44. How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

@solar-born continued from here

☼ - The Speaker gives Blaine a friendly smile, standing up from the chair he sits in at his desk.  “You don’t have to stand down there and look surprised,” he says with a soft laugh.  He brushes some strands of white hair from his face, tucking them behind his ears.  “You have seen my face before, after all.”

He looks genuinely surprised that Blaine brought him some food.  It’s a thoughtful gesture, and he flushes ever so slightly, surprised that Blaine would even think of something like that.  But of course he would.  The Titan has proved himself to be caring...especially when it comes to him.

Wow this one is amazingly hard to describe but I’m going to try my best here….

Diego’s voice sounds just about how you’d expect. It’s deepened over the years both from training it and his transition, but it’s never grown to be super deep at all. Since he’s small and thin, though, it still suits him and doesn’t seem out of place.

█ ▌- They blink, glancing around, looking for the target of the other Titan’s compliment.  Surely he’s not talking to them?  But there’s no one else around.  Blinking again, confusion written on their face, Radegast frowns.