" Gravity.......is a harness. I have harnessed the harness. "
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@incorrect-overwatch-quotations brings me such joy ;;v;;
#this is a callout post specific to me and my 83 tabs#;;What is that melody? (OOC)#;;Markers on a whiteboard (Musings)
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âArenât you tired of being nice?â

âDonât you just want to go apeshit?â
#;;Beyond the threshold of insanity (Crack)#ksadfkghjk#I was reading some dms i had with someone and we were talking about how Sigma would really er....#ENCOURAGE#self expression
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Come at the King, You had better not miss.
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Kabedon, for a tiny blonde and a floaty gravity boy
He was just supposed to be here on protective detail.
Moira had mentioned to Akande how it might be good for him to be around larger crowds and this resulted with him and a dozen other Talon grunts acting as guards to some Talon higher-ups. He floated, posture straight and hands clasped tight behind his back, ever the look of a soldier.
If he floated a bit higher he could see Akande, tinted red through his helmet, and talking up some wealthy folks with a slowly gathering crowd. He seemed to magnetize people like that....
SLAM!
His yelp was already drown out by the chattering crowds. His gaze was locked on the hands on either side of him as he seemed to shrink just a bit. His eyes slowly, very slowly followed the arm (Lean and toned) and finally locked eyes with the man pinning him there. Confidence radiated off oh him and Siebren gulped, straightening his posture to the one he had beforehand, but allowing his feet to settle to the floor.Â
His training, he had to remember his training. He coughed politely into his fist. A guest of his superiors no doubts, and that meant he must be respectful.
âIs there something that I can help you with sir?â
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"Kabedon".
At first he doesnât understand the gesture, her hand coming to slam on the wall next to his hip, blocking him from continuing, He raises an eyebrow and looks down at her.
âWhat are you-â
He stops, taking in her knowing eyes and smirk. A blush creeps up his neck before pooling at his cheeks.
âMs. Kuragano....I....â
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"What is outer space like?"
Lonely.
Cripplingly devastatingly lonely. The kind that leaves an ache, an unfillable hunger within your chest. The kind that makes you want to claw at your insides to get away from it. Leaves you gasping fair air and grasping at your skull to stop the low drone of ever encompassing boredom and nothingness that are your only companions.
Yet It is too much.
A wisdom much more than your own, much older. And it is eager to show you. Attempting to fill that unfillable void with itâs secrets and lies. Itâs promises. You witness Stars being born, supernovas going out in a glorious blaze and itâs too much.
Itâs too much to hold on to.
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Like Gravity, Sigma often felt certain pulls. Certain inclinations. Sometimes it came with a voice. An order. Sometimes it was just a feeling.
Sleep did not come easy to him. Never had since...well...It hadnât for a while now. He had been so used to being drugged to sleep that he wasnât sure his body was able to do so on its own. Not until he literally caved and fell asleep at his desk. Those times when the sleep deprivation got dangerous. Nothing to bother Dr. OâDeorain about of course. It just meant he ended up taking more evening âwalksâ than the average person. Cleared his head. Led him to places he had never seen before.
Like now.

It seemed...odd for Talon to have an outdoor garden. Almost..unnecessary. Not that he minded it, but Talon as an organization was highly practical.
He didnât notice the other person there as he lowered himself enough to feel the chilled dew of the grass on his feet. He laughed a short little sound. It was a cleansing feeling, and he rolled his shoulders, a weight of tension falling off him.
Only then did he see his unnoticed coworker.
âLovely night for a stroll, Ja?â
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Send in âkabedonâ to pin my muse against the wall.
#please kabedon him someone#especially someone shorter than him#it'll be so funny#;;What is that melody? (OOC)
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oh no I have to change the music player on my blog :(
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Kiss~đ
#sighardt#;;What is that melody? (OOC)#;;Markers on a whiteboard (Musings)#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH#I LOVE SIGHARDT
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How does your muse flirt? How does your muse approach someone they want to sleep with?
âVeryâŚ.awkwardly. FlowersâŚI like to give others flowers.. Iâve tried pickup lines before but Iâm afraid I just cannot deliver them with the confidence I have when presenting some ⌠scientific topicâŚâHe pauses appearing to think.âI generally donât approach people with the sole purpose of sleeping with them, so I wouldnât know.â
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Did I just delete that fucking ask i was working on im gonna punch something
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sexy

âDankjewel you flatter me...â Was it Sinday already?
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Sigma is such a sweet man I'm crying
He seems to reach out his hands perturbed at how to help.âAh! Schatje donât cry itâs alright!!â
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â you are teaching me to love â
How sweet.
What a wonderful little lie they lived.
Siebren did not answer, as he hummed to the tune. Either he had not noticed, not an odd thing in itself, with how spacey he could be, or he refused to answer, refused to entertain the idea.
They both saw the universe, in their own way. One through death and the other through life. A bullet through the head or a black hole tearing a body apart. It was all the same. The universe did not discriminate.
He wondered if the monk heard itâs song. What did it sing to him? Beautiful little lies of love? Maddening melodies of violence?
Right now the only melody playing was the one pouring out of the ancient old radio, a relic in itself. His silver eyes stared half-lidded at his smaller partner. Truth be told, Sigma was simply spinning him in an airborne waltz, as the monk could not float himselfâŚâŚâŚâŚ.he didnât thinkâŚHis brother made him take pause.
Bah.
A thought for another time.
The monk was pressed close, so that he could not stray to far from Siebren. He didnât want him to float away. Not when Siebren had the omnic right where he wanted him.
âYou are so filled with love dear that anything I could teach you would be worthless.â
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