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Guardian & Ghost: 10 Questions for Partners in Light

Just a fun little set of questions that I quickly put together. These are meant to help develop the dynamic between your guardian and their little buddy.

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Osiris: "Who gave radiolaria such a mundane title? "Vex milk!" As though it's only a byproduct of the Vex. It is not a byproduct. It is the Vex. We forget that at our peril."

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Bungie just tell me what colour he is I swear to god!!!!!!!!

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I made this.

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this is what i was talking about btw

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“I have found the rarest treasure: a pragmatic Warlock.” - Saint-14

[Quote from the ‘Blood Maturity’ bond]

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I need a new Shaxx12 fic! So I guess I have to make it!

This one's going to be about first confessions!

Letting Your Core Out

By the Ironwood Tree, where the afternoon breeze shook its leaves and branches, and where each loose leaf fell with the wind’s aid, there was Max.

He was going to have a discussion… with someone he long loved to be with. With someone he’d pined for and waited for, for so long. A busy and proud man with a knack for boisterous shouts and a heart that exclaimed its golden self. A strong and adamant man that had protected people and destroyed what number of enemies.

He looked onward to the countless buildings and structure of the City from the ledges of the Tower. And in his gaze did he find himself in thought.

He had always believe in finding love, or finding affection and intimacy with the right person. He had that idealism when it comes to relationships, always wanting to find that person for himself. Though of course, his previous relationships from his previous versions had told him much about what to expect when it comes to love. He’d pour out his core, his heart, to completion for the people he gave his care and affection. And what did he get? Pain, mistreatment, abandonment, the extreme highs and the deep lows. He never knew them until Spinner came to help him remember it. It wasn’t his Ghost’s fault, he was the one curious about it.

And so now he had sown his own doubts onto himself. That idealism he long had becoming more dubious as time passed and as he reminisced over what memories he never had nor recently knew. But he still had a glimmer of hope. He’s not the hopeless romantic he was from since then, but the same sentiment kept itself for his current version.

The heavy steps of boots got him out of his pondering, and in facing behind did he see Lord Shaxx, and his core whirred a bit faster.

"You have taken yourself a momentary reprieve, Lord Shaxx?"

Shaxx leaned over the ledge beside him, and so did Max follow suit.

"There are no matches within the Crucible that are in need of my handling as of now. Breaks are rare and few for me and so I came here." Max nodded. "Though of course, you have something to discuss with me, Maximus?" Shit. "You had requested for my attention, so I am here to listen!"

He looked at his helmet, one horn intact and yet glorious. He had wondered what would be underneath it... And how much he'd like to remove it to hold his cheeks and kiss him— No, focus! Muster the truth!

The breeze came once more, and the leaves fell by them. It hadn't bothered him though, too preoccupied with processing the right words and the right feelings. He felt too awkward already, by just being with Shaxx nearby and the conflicting feelings inside him.

"Max, come on! I know you well! Just let it out when you've calmed your thoughts!" Spinner spoke to him through his consciousness, for which he was thankful. Spinner was if not, the closest confidant he had with anyone. The bond of a Guardian and their Ghost was boundless, and Max knew that well. Even through the reboots and memory wipes he faced.

"Maximus?"

"Oh, uh... Yes, I do have something in mind to speak of with you, Lord Shaxx." He's already fidgeting, but he calmed himself down with a short moment of meditation.

"Okay... Lord Shaxx, I must confess something from deep within me. I..." Here goes nothing. "I have developed a burgeoning... and inexplicable affection for you. Not only out of admiration as someone that motivates me even through my failures and shortcomings, but also through what successes I've made with what fireteams I've joined." He said it quietly as passersby, both Guardian and those without the Light, were there and could listen in on them.

"This affection is not... merely platonic. It's... romantic as well. I've grown to be fond of you, and every time I hear your praises or your rousing cheers or concern, it makes my core—my own whirring heart—turn faster."

"Every time I come by your area of the Tower, I always took a glimpse of you, one of longing and yearning... One that I'd never thought to get into again. My life and the previous selves I've had, always were hassled by the whims of something like love and affection. I was a fool of such, treating myself like some blind devotee to someone I placed my affection for. In return I was hurt, and used, and discarded."

He looked downwards, unable to face Shaxx.

"What I am trying to say, Lord Shaxx, is that... I've loved you, and I still do carry those words within me. Even as my idealistic and dreamy interpretations of love have grown dimmer than what it used to be, I kept a certain hope that that love will be actualized. Be realized."

"And so... I confess to you all of this, and the evolved infatuation turning into the love I have for you."

As the words settled into the air, Max felt heavy, squeamish even. The silence had him fearful, had him feeling ashamed of confessing something shitty and pathetic to the man he wanted to love. Fuck me, I guess. Foolish imbecile you are, Maximus.

With that thought impacting him, he had said one last thing.

"I completely apologize Lord Shaxx, that was an inappropriate discussion of mine to hand out to you."

He quickly bowed and tried to scurry away, he was stopped from leaving any further however. The tight grip on his arm, though truly gentle with the fingers sinking onto his robes, had held him back and facing the taller and bigger man in front of him.

"No, Maximus. Don't leave."

Max's optics widened, the bright blue staring at the other's helmet, as if seeing his face behind it. He relented easily, looking down ashamed, and yet patiently curious.

They had stared at the City again, but he could feel Shaxx's gaze on him.

"I... understand the emotions that you have, Guardian. These feelings you have are valid, and I will not fault you on it."

The Exo nodded understandably, at least knowing that Shaxx accepted it was already dissipating some of his more momentary fears.

"I do have my own confession to share, while we have time."

If Max was organic, that would've gotten him choking in shock.

"I am aware of your feelings, Maximus. I know of your candidly shy stares for a while. I know of your reasons to come by my part of the Tower, always trying to talk to me and wanting to learn more about me. I know of your gushes that spread implicitly through your trusted friends. To be frank, it's adorable."

Max's headplates felt warmer than usual.

"The amount of time you've spent beside me, through the talks and even just the proximity of you being there, has grown to me as well. Be it for the Crucible that you loathe going through, and yet you persisted and overcame through, or even making friendly conversations with me where you hid your infatuation under the words, it was all spent well."

"I never had acted upon it though. Too much at stake, and the Crucible is always something that will be under my hands, and hence I am busy. I would not have the time to confide with any such feelings or thoughts if it wasn't for you being such a distraction to me."

"What kind?" Max asked, his spirits slowly lifted with each sentence spoken by Shaxx.

"One that I welcome. One that is rare." Oh. His metal skin felt warmer now, having spread from his head. He could feel his temperature rise.

"Like you, I've grown to... love you too. It was not as instantaneous as you had. I know the way those eyes of yours grew brighter the first time you ever saw me." Oh fuck. "But my own emotions had grown slowly but gradually over time."

"Which leads us to where we are now, Maximus—" The man Shaxx spoke of wasted no time to hug him, enveloping his own arms over his abdomen, not fully enclosing it.

"I... That's all I would want Lord Shaxx..." His voice sounded like a mix of relief, anxiety, excitement, and affection. He dug himself deep onto his armor, as much as his body would allow.

Shaxx hugged him back, embraced him fully. Even leaning down to make it more comfortable for the both of them.

Perhaps they held this embrace for a while... The City they viewed over forgotten, the breeze of the afternoon time blowing over their looser garments.

Max felt this was worth it, and hoped it would continue out to be that way.

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me becoming invested? perhaps

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I think seeing this encounter would be rather interesting ,don't you all think? It is a blooper I made for my mini comics

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You can’t tell me Saint-14 isn’t a thigh man, not when Osiris has those legging’d gams on display . .