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IKORA REY | Destiny 2 - The Witch Queen

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The Beatles - The Ballad Of John And Yoko

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Mood

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With a 'thunk', Isiel lands on the stack of crates next to Shiro, "Hey there canary bird, it's been a while. How you been?"

@awoken-lights

Shiro snorts, a surprisingly human sound, and gives Isiel a side-long glance. “At least you’re not calling me Banana Boy.” He shifts position to get a better look. “I’m living in interesting times,” he replies in his usual dry tone. “What about you? What brings you around to grace my supplies with your presence?”

Though his normal cadence can be described as detached, there is clearly a warmth in his speaking to Isiel.

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|| Your Underlying Motif ||

the lightning rod

whether it’s your turbulent nature, your flash quick mind, or the air of unknown about you, your undercurrent is the lightning rod. you are somewhat unpredictable, but if we unravelled we’d see you know exactly what you’re doing, but it’s makes you feel less vulnerable to pretend it wasn’t planned. some people stay back from you, but others would follow you cross country, for the very same reason. they don’t know enough about you. the difference is in who wants to learn more. keep your golden nature, it’s exciting, but don’t be afraid to admit what you know. matshona dhliwayo said, “lightning strikes but does not roar.” your bite will always be worse than your bark, keep that close to your chest.

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Friendly Robot 

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take and take and take and take and take and take and take and take and take and take and take and take and take and take and take and take and take and take and take and take and take and take and take and take and take

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Bandai / Gundam / MG 1/100 Nu Gundam Ver. Ka (Custom Build) / Action Figure / 2012

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BossLogic

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Anduril / Ghost 4 / Drone / 2020

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                              IT’S ALL ABOUT THE LEGACY.

clovis bray i. ✧ sideblog to itsourdestiny ✧ doc.

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until the last man has drawn his last breath, there is always hope

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Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.

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Jasper Zhao 

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Through the Sleet and Driving Snow

This was the kind of news that beggars belief, even faith.

There was absolutely no way in all of goddamn Hell that fucking Taniks the fucking Scarred fuck you was fucking alive.

Not long after he heard the fantastical and impossible tale of Taniks’ return (survival? resurrection? summoning from the fiery depths of his nightmares?) reached him there came another piece of information: the Vanguard’s favored Guardian and their raid team had put the bastard down.

For good, Zavala had said.

The Vanguard Scout downed an entire bottle of antediluvian whiskey and cursed his inability to get drunk.

His Ghost, whimsically named 雀 (written as “Sparrow”) immediately suggested that they go to Europa so he could check personally.

She didn’t chastise him for his drinking, nor for his suddenly transmatting to his ship in order to scream in private. She didn’t say anything, at first. She simply floated over to him and gently nestled against his neck, snug against the hood of his cloak.

As he drew his knees up to his chin, arms wrapped tightly around them, and sobbed, she hummed a Japanese folk song he only half-remembered.

Once his crying had subsided, it was only then that Suzume said that they should go to the icy moon. And that was how Shiro-4 found himself back under the gaze of Jupiter, holding the bulky helm of the bastard son of a bitch who had stolen the Light and the lives of two of the most important people in his existence.

He stared long and hard at the helm, the protective slip-shields that acted as eyelids narrowed over his turquoise optics. The effect made it appear as if he were scowling. Which he was.

“雌犬の息子,“ he spat at the helm, voice made gravelly by hatred and venom. With an extraordinary level of self-restraint, Shiro carefully placed the helm back onto the floor next to the other trophies of the House of Salvation’s downfall.

Shiro and Suzume both looked down at the evidence of the foul beast’s end, neither of them blinking. It was Suzume who finally broke the silence.

“Back to the temple, then?” she asked. “There is no reason to stay, especially with...” Her voice trailed off.

Shiro waited a beat before he replied, “You mean the Deep Stone Crypt.”

She moved her shell in a way that looked like a nod. “That.”

Shiro stared down at the oversized Eliksni helm, painted in a garish mix of red and orange. Blood and rust.

Was there anything to be gained by remaining on Europa? There were additional facilities on Enceladus, Pluto, even. And what about the Long Slow Whisper?

The Exo stood near motionless for quite some time. The only movement was that of his optics as he blinked and his chest as he breathed, both actions unnecessary, both actions a reminder of when flesh and bone were alive.

Suzume hovered, patient, used to these still and wordless moments.

Shiro straightened his posture and looked to his Ghost. “Let’s go home,” he said in a soft voice.

She nodded to him and engaged the transmat for them as Shiro turned heel, his stride brisk, intent on leaving his past behind for one more day.