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13! A happy memory they had?

Childhood Memories:: accepting 

When they were still very young, Diego had managed to find an old Golden Age book about Earth’s wildlife. They never had much education and couldn’t read it considering they only knew very very basic Reeftongue, but sometimes they’d stay up late at night, looking at the pictures of animals, unable to believe they were even real.

Eventually the book was confiscated, but Andreas always remembered those rare nights when he’d hear his brother laugh at how ridiculous Earth’s creatures were.

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Childhood Memories:: accepting

8. Their earliest memory

Before he was a Guardian, the earliest memory he had was getting into trouble over stealing snacks from the other kids. He’d keep the food under his pillow & when he finally got caught he insisted he had no idea where it came from. A little thief, even as a kid. 

22. Something they used to collect

Being an orphan, he didn’t really have a lot of toys or belongings or anything, so he’d collect small trinkets that he’d find. A few shiny buttons, an earring one of the guards dropped, a few old coins. He even had a tooth from when Diego punched another kid for picking on him.

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6. An old enemy/bully

Childhood Memories :: accepting

Andreas grew up among other orphaned Awoken children in the Reef, and there was one girl in particular, Levona, that always seemed to have it out for him. Andreas wasn't exactly the brightest child either, so it made him an easy target.

He was always very dependent of his brother Diego, but Levona would wait until they were separated to single him out. But the worst time was when she had her friends hold him down while she cut his hair off. Really uneven, choppy. It was bad. Diego did come to his rescue eventually, but the damage had already been done.

Later on when he and Diego fled the Reef & became wanted criminals, Levona was one of the assassins sent after them to kill them but... Diego took care of that problem real quick after he wasn’t bound by the laws of the Reef anymore.

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mostly retired, Romeo used to assist the Vanguard as a liaison to the Reef. tricky business considering how secretive Reef Awoken are, but Romeo has a way with people and no shortage of charisma.

now he spends most of his time in the City, trying to get to know his children, but it’s been a very long time, and he has a lot of catching up to do.

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Childhood Memories

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An old childhood friend

A time when they got lost

A fear they used to have (or perhaps, still have)

Their favorite food

Food they used to avoid but like now

An old enemy/bully

Their family

Their earliest memory

An adventure they had

An object they kept

Their favorite toy/past time

A time they got hurt

A happy time

A sad time

Things they used to believe in but perhaps not anymore

A dream of the future they used to have

A vivid dream/nightmare

Something that scared them

Something that made them laugh

Their favorite relative/person

Their childhood hero

Something they used to collect 

Their favorite animal

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wardeddawn:

“I, um… yes?” His voice hitches up an octave at Andreas’s question, his face flush from all the kisses and sudden attention. Stars, this was not at all something he had been expecting. Perhaps something he considered in private, but not something he expected. Although, with the hunter’s mercurialness, he should have.

He tries to come up with a snarky tone to match Andreas’s comment, but he can’t help but his throat feels thick. And that finger tracing his piercing is so distracting. Such a light, teasing touch he can feel his face darken by the second “K-keep me around? But this… this my apartment?” There’s a shaky, nervous laugh in his voice.

Suddenly he’s very aware of his hand hovering awkwardly and almost consciously has to place it on… his waist? No, too intimate. He’s not sure if they’re there yet or if he wants that. Small of his back? Same thing. His… face? Yes, that’ll work. Soft hands brush hair out Andreas’s face with a flustered smile.

Compliments. What is it with this man and compliments? But kissing… no, he’d gone this long without. He can resist the bait. Can’t he?

Nope.

“What if I said you have very good taste in lipbalm and I’d like to taste your lips again?” Was that awkward? That was awkward, wasn’t it?

Herschel's pitch, his flushed face, the nervous laugh. That's the kind of reaction Andreas longs for, and the Titan doesn't disappoint. Soon a hand reaches for his face, brushing the his hair to the side. Delicate touch for such a big person, he thinks.

There's no veil here, Herschel's completely out of his comfort zone. And what's more fun that taking advantage of that? "You have, undeniably might I add, the most beautiful man sitting on your lap right now."  The finger that was teasing the cheek piercing moves down to Herschel's lips, his signature tap against them. He leans in closer, almost like he's going to kiss him again, but stops. "And you're complimenting his lip balm?"

What's a guy got to do to be called gorgeous? The most beautiful thing in the entire universe? Shouldn't be this hard! "Oh, you really need to work on that." He continues to lean in, finishing where he left off seconds ago, his lips meeting Herschel's just barely, almost too light to be noticeable. "I'm almost offended."

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He didn’t even know why he started inviting the hunter into his apartment to hang out. Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember giving Andreas his address either. But every now and then the smaller showed up showed up to eat all the chips out of his pantry, complain about the furniture and the few television stations Herschel bothered to pay for, and then half sit in the titan’s lap.

He’d long given up trying to get Andreas to understand the concept of personal space, especially since the Hunter seemed to always move more into when reminded. This was not helping with Herschel’s budding realization of “oh no he’s hot.” Which led him to the current position of pretending to try to read in his tablet and an arm awkwardly hovering, unsure if he should put it around the shoulder of the other awoken snuggled up next to him on the phone or on the back of the couch or–stars, why was just thinking about it making him sweaty?

A small shift from the other roused Herschel from his confused haze of thoughts. It wasn’t exactly getting comfy shifting, more like he was moving to face the other man. “Hm?” A hummed response as he turned from what was probably his third pass at a passage about treating snake bites.

Then there was a small hand on his cheek, seeming to guide his face. He was about to open his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Andreas’s lips on his. There was a surprised jolt at the contact and soon his mind was racing. What was he supposed to do? Just pressing or was there moving about? And with his mouth partially open, what was his tongue supposed to do?

And then just as quickly as he had moved in, Andreas pulled away. Herschel felt the need to say something but he didn’t trust his voice to say anything that wasn’t strangely high pitched and incomprehensible. So he did the only thing he could think of and returned the kiss. It had been very nice, after all.

Andreas barely has to wait another few seconds before Herschel moves in to kiss him again, this time with a little more thought behind it. Andreas caught him off guard most likely, and by the returned kiss, he's guessing he enjoyed it too. The Hunter continues what he started, adding a couple extra small, gentle kisses before pulling away with a smile. Soft lips, that's a change from the usual. "You seem surprised. Did I startle you?"

Strange to think how they met.. trying to steal from him, which escalated into throwing a fit and.. god he's a mess at all times. But come to think of it, it's actually pretty standard at this point. "Have to keep you around somehow though." He leans in closer, wishing Hershel's hands would find their way onto his body.

Moving his fingers down the Titan's cheek, he stops at one of the piercings. Makes a little circle around it with his fingertip, then laughs. "You still owe me a compliment, you know." Gaze flicks up to look into Herschel's eyes, almost threatening. "Maybe then I'll even let you kiss me a little more."

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        Again, Fawke just about stops himself from flinching away from the contact - his working eye twitching for a second before he manages to remind himself that this is Andreas and not a danger. His chest swells at the words between them, the Warlock’s head resting to the side against Andreas’ own - finding himself relaxing against the Hunter when his hand is taken. Eyes close, a heavy sigh pulls from his chest and Fawke manages to pull away enough to turn and face Andreas.

        “I’m not… The same Andreas. I dunno if I ever will be again - it feels wrong - like everything’s shifted just enough that I can tell it’s off but I dunno–I dunno why.” Patience has never been the Warlock’s strong suit, especially when it comes to himself. Okay, sure, he hadn’t expected everything to fall straight back into place as if he hadn’t been gone in the first place - that was the last thing he thought would happen. But this? The constantly being on the edge of a panic attack, seeing moving shadows in the corners of his vision, the not being able to sleep without backing himself into a corner first. He hadn’t been ready for that at all. 

        “I should’a come and found ya – should’ve at least said something.” His voice is small, amber hues finding green for a split second before dropping down to stare at his hand in Andreas’ own. He missed him. More than he really wants to admit - even to himself. The whole time he was stuck there he wanted nothing more than to be with Andreas - and now he’s here Fawke’s terrified that it’s not going back to what it was. A shaky breath drags from chapped lips, something of a forced smile on his features as he focuses again on Andreas.

It doesn't take much for Andreas to notice the way Fawke is hesitant when he touches him, his heightened hunter senses detecting even the smallest hint of stiffness. When his boyfriend speaks again, a prickle of worry spreads through his chest. Had the Hive really messed with him that much? Reality seemingly altered?

He can't imagine what the must feel like, as Guardian that rarely leaves the City. Never called on for important missions, never putting himself in real danger. Fawke, on the other hand, has probably experienced situations that he'd consider nightmares. Part of Andreas thinks he's lucky Fawke even came back at all.

And while Andreas was upset at first that he hadn't said anything about leaving, Fawke's last statement makes his heart sink even more. Obvious regret from not saying something about leaving.

He takes a moment and there's a long silence between them. Comforting someone isn't something he's normally good at!! But he has to try for Fawke because the Warlock isn't doing too good from the sound of it. "Come here." He says, guiding Fawke to lay back on the bed, the abundance of soft pilows behind them. If there's one place Fawke's going to find comfort to sleep, it's going to be here.

"I'm not mad at you for leaving. You didn't know. I don't--" Andreas watches him to make sure he's moving to lay beside him, patting the bed to where he wants him to move. "I don't blame you for things sucking here while you were gone. But I think they'll be better now that you're back." No more lonely nights now that Fawke's back. And maybe he can stop focusing on Emrys too.

Blinking rapidly a few more times, Andreas feels like Fawke's taking his sweet time moving next to him. "Come on, babe, get over here so I can smooch your face and make things better." Whether or not that’s really going to make things better is up for debate, but maybe if he can get Fawke to relax, talking will be easier.

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Diego..

Is an absolute BITCH!!

But I love him, more than anyone or anything.

I try to be a good brother to him, I really do, but we’re both so fucked up that it’s kinda hard sometimes. I know he’d still literally murder every single person on this earth if it meant I’d be safe, and I guess that’s all you can really ask for in a brother, am I right??

Seriously though.. Diego, no matter how angry I make him or how bad I fuck up, at the end of the day he’s still here for me, even though I feel like I barely deserve it.

However.

He totally needs to bring it down a notch.. or seven when it comes to my boyfriends!! I mean... yes I’ve picked some bad ones in the past, but Fawke is different!! And if he punches him again, I’m going to kick his ass!!!!!!! Diego’s ass. Not Fawke’s ass. I love Fawke’s ass. Hmm. Anyway..

My brother, my best friend, my soulmate. A huge pain when he wants to be.. but I love him. Nothing will ever change that.

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        At first, Fawke stiffens ever so slightly underneath the trailing kisses - he hadn’t expected that, the initial contact taking him off guard as he takes a second to adjust himself to the press of lips against his skin. Okay. So that’s something he should probably get used to again. He can add that to the list. The ever growing list. 

        Though Fawke doesn’t get a chance to focus on his list making as he instinctively trails after Andreas with ever so slightly parted lips like some kind of lost puppy - he doesn’t notice the mess in the room. In all honesty his own place is probably in a worse state - including a thick layer of dust sat atop everything. He’d rather be here though. It smells of Andreas. He likes it. A lot more than the overwhelming stench of Hive that somehow followed him back to his own room. He stands there for a second taking the room in. Somehow this was exactly what he’d expected from the Hunter after their time apart - if not tidier than he’d been imagining.

        It takes a second before Fawke comes back to his senses long enough to cross the distance from the doorway to the edge of the bed as he sits at the very edge. Hands gripped together in his lap and shoulders hunched forwards in a very small frame for a usually confident person, Fawke looks exhausted no matter what way you go about it. “Can ya just… Stay?”

        Amber hues fix on the ground before him as a sigh pulls from the Awoken’s frame and his posture sinks further in on itself. Somehow he feels guilty about this - he’d been doing well, he hadn’t noticed the toll the Hive had had on him. Until he finally got a few minutes to focus on something other than an overwhelming fear that he wouldn’t get Andreas back again. “I’m sorry, ya know. You don’t have to look after me. Kinda, weird that I disappear for… However long and now ya gotta look after me huh? I can–I can just go back to my place - figure this all out later.”

Andreas is a bit relieved when Fawke goes to sit on the bed, even if worry begins to creep back in once he sits. He's still not right, he thinks, unable to even imagine what kind of trauma he must have endured down in those Hive tunnels. Surrounded by darkness, not knowing whether he'd survive or not for months. If living with Diego has taught him one thing, it's that trauma can take a long time to heal. Sometimes it never does.

Maybe he's just attracted to broken people.

And when Fawke asks him to stay, that's the end of it. Of course he will. However, the Warlock doesn't stop there, continuing to speak his mind. Guilty words that Andreas hoped he didn't actually believe.

"Fawke, no. Please don't say that. I'm not going to let you go off on your own again." Even if it is just a trip back to his own apartment. The last thing his boyfriend needs right now is the be alone with his thoughts. That could be dangerous.

Sitting down in the bed beside him, Andreas leans his head against the other man's shoulder. He doesn't know what to say to stop him from having nightmares about the incident. He doesn't even know what to say to start helping him heal. All he knows is that he can’t leave him, and that’s not about to happen.

Gently, Andreas reaches for one of Fawke's hands, fingers lacing together, his body still leaning against him. Maybe if he makes it obvious he wants him around, Fawke will feel less like a burden, because that is the last thing Andreas will ever see him as. "It's been rough without you around." There's no way he's going to elaborate on that, not right now at least. Not while Fawke already feels bad enough just existing. Andreas keeps his voice quiet. "You know I need you too, right? It hasn't been the same without you."

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“It’s okay. I’ll get you out of here.” Wraith pulled out his field kit from his storage and searched through it for some basic first aid materials. Pulling out a spray, bandages, and a roll of medical tape Wraith got to work doing  a quick patch job. He wiped the wound down on both sides and sprayed it with the spray. It smelled of anti-septic but had a cooling sensation instead of a burning one when it hit the open wound. Using the tape and bandages, he covered up the hole and made sure that there was enough to keep it all attached. 

“It’ll have to do. I’m not exactly used to flesh. I’ll get you to my ship. You have any idea at all where your Ghost is?”

Andreas tries his hardest not to jump when the Hunter cleans his wound, emitting a long whining sound almost the entire time. What a time for Soft to go missing!! Right when he needed her healing the most. "I don't deserve this." He continues to whine, trailing off in inaudible Reeftongue until the other Guardian finishes.

Feels better than it did, at least. Until he can find his Ghost. He wipes his eyes with the back of his gloved hand until he can see better, most of his tears subsiding for now. "Your ship? Okay. I think I can make it if you help me. And Soft..? Um.." He looks over his shoulder, but nothing looks familiar, and all the Hive that were here before the other Hunter showed up had gone into hiding apparently. "There was shooting and Hive and-- and I lost track of her when I got shot." She couldn't be far, hopefully. Maybe she was just hiding too. As close as they were, the two of them hardly ever went on dangerous missions, so this isn't something they're used to.

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        “Good–I mean–I don’t wanna be anywhere else right now–only you.” His voice is quiet, vision dropping again but this time not out of anything close to what it was before - it’s not an avoidance tactic. More so he’s just tired. This is the most relaxed he’s felt since he somehow made it back to the Tower - Fawke doesn’t remember much about their escape. He’s sure Hex has something to do with that - though he’s not about to blame her. He’s fucked up as it is without having to know what they did to get out of there. 

        Andreas’ next words take Fawke off guard - eyes widening minutely and lips parting to respond only to close again as the Warlock stares blankly at the Hunter before him. His hands are at Andreas’ hips again and Fawke doesn’t really know how to react to that - okay. He should probably say it back - make it known though actual words that he feels the same way. He wants nothing but to be with Andreas at this point. He wants to curl up under his sheets and just sleep with nothing but the Hunter beside him. Yet somehow those few words don’t feel right on his tongue. 

        It’s then that Fawke realises he’s never loved anyone before now. At least not like this. 

        “I…I love ya too. I–thank you. For… This.” The words aren’t said with his usual confident flair and Fawke isn’t really sure what h’s doing just blankly staring at the Hunter before him. The truth is? He’s scared. He doesn’t know what the future holds for him - he doesn’t even know the full extent of just how messed up he is from his stay with the Hive. Nor does he want to know. Fawke doesn’t want his mind to turn against him again. He doesn’t want that. So he has to trust Andreas. He has to let the Hunter help him. 

        Meeting green hues again, Fawke leans in to press another kiss against Andreas’ own - he doesn’t know the words he needs here. But actions? He can do those.

For a moment Andreas wonders if he shouldn't have said it, the pause from Fawke seemingly taking much longer than it probably actually occurs. However, he does return the words in an unlikely fashion. For him at least. No sarcastic confidence, no joking. Just him, just Fawke. Finishing the moment off with a kiss, that's when Andreas knows it was right. So many mistakes before this moment, I love yous that went wrong, relationships that only hurt him. Not Fawke though, no this was finally the beginning of getting himself on track.

He doesn't want to pull away, giving the Warlock a string of quick, small kisses, first on the lips, then trailing his jawline. Laughing quietly when he stops, he takes in a long breath while looking up at Fawke, wondering if this is anything what the Warlock expected when he arrived at his front door. Hopefully so.

Regardless, it's hard to miss the exhaustion on Fawke's face, and even though they've had such a sweet reunion, Andreas knows it's time to stay true to his promise. "Hey, let's go into my bedroom. You look like you could use a nice soft bed to relax in."

Beginning to lead his boyfriend, he stops in the doorway of his room. The sheets aren't exactly carefully made and there's at least a dozen pillows scattered all over his bed, but he likes to live a comfortable life. To say the least. "Sorry it's messy but just make yourself at home. I'll go get that coffee you wanted."