#—because of his training/how accustomed he is with being with ghost types and whatnot

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

I HADN’T REALIZED THE DESTINY BOND COMIC LINKS BROKE SINCE I UPDATED MY BLOG NAME AKDJSNDNSJDS

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[damianfitz]

—  "A gentleman has his eyes on all those present; he is tender toward the bashful, gentle toward the distant, and merciful toward the absent." 

DAMIAN FITZGERALD ( MIGUEL BERNARDEAU ) is a 18 year old SENIOR student at Broadripple Academy. HE is originally from BOSTON, MA but moved to Broadripple 4 YEARS ago. He is CHARMING and DUTIFUL but can also be HYPOCRITICAL and NAIVE.

BASICS

Name: Damian Elliot Fitzgerald Age: 18 Grade: Senior House: Fenwick ( Captain ) Cabin Room: Room 1 of the Senior Cabin How long have they been at Broadripple: 4 years Where are they from originally: Boston, MA  (specifically, their house is in Brookline, MA which is like 17 minutes away but they’re in Boston all the time.) Extra-Cirricular:  Swim ( Captain ), Cross Country ( Member ),  Buddy Club ( Member ), SWAT ( Vice President ), Student Council ( Historian ) Other: Biography + Stats / Pinterest

TRAITS

Positive Personality Traits: Charismatic, Well-Mannered, Caring, Responsible Neutral Personality Traits: Attentive, Conservative, Determined, Formal Negative Personality Traits: Hypocritical, Proud, Dishonest, Oblivious

FACTS

— Damian is one of many Fitzgeralds that have been at Broadripple Academy since its establishment, making him a Legacy. He’s been fed stories of Broadripple and its prestige since he was very young, making him something of a fanboy of the academy. He’s very loyal to the school and tends to do whatever he can to get others to admire and support it in the way he does.

— The Fitzgeralds are a very traditional and conservative type of family. Image and excellence are very important to them. A lot of the way Damian is can be largely explained by how his parents expect him to be. It’s very strict and standards are extremely high. You’re expected to have stellar grades, be the definition of good and upstanding, be well-known and well-received. No room failure, no causing scenes, no scandals -- certainly abide by the Bible and the rules of whatever establishment you’re part of. It’s a very perfectionist (not to mention narcissistic) type of family.

— Damian is the Fenwick house captain, a title he carries with much pride. He takes his role as a student leader very seriously and can get a bit intense with how involved he sometimes is with the lives of his house members ( who he fondly refers to as his ‘Fenwick family’. ) He aims to be something of a big brother figure to them but tends to come off more like a dad.

— Considering his roles of leadership and various other commitments, Damian doesn’t often have much down time and it shows. His life is the school and his responsibilities, and it’s very difficult for him to relax and simply be a teenager. He has an ‘all eyes are on him’ type of mentality. It’s particularly evident in the way he talks and carries himself. He’s completely oblivious to the fact that he doesn’t have the vocabulary and mannerisms of your everyday teenager.

— Despite how well he seems to carry the image of Broadripple’s Golden Boy, Damian finds himself struggling behind closed doors. He has desires of his own he’d like to commit more time to or even show interest in but he knows his parents ( and God ) would frown upon it so he denies himself. He’s quite repressed and the consequences of that often present itself in stiff behavior and irritation for the most random things.

HEADCANONS

Damian’s most-prized possession is a Rolesor Datejust Rolex 41 in oystersteel and yellow gold that is worn on his right wrist, given to him by his father when he secured the position of Fenwick captain. He is almost always seen wearing it unless he’s swimming or working out.

Damian wears a gold-plated cross necklace underneath his clothes. It was given to him when he was three. All Fitzgerald children have one and were instructed to wear it at all times unless there’s good reason not to (ex. swimming competitively).

A lot of Damian’s belongings are embroidered or monogrammed with his initials (D.E.F.). Most popularly, his handkerchief (or rather, handkerchiefs. He has many ironed and folded in his closet at all times). But also his water bottle, his leather satchel, his planner, his journal, his leather padfolio, his toiletry kit, his travel grooming kit... You get the idea.

Damian drives a 2019 Aston Martin DB11 V8 in divine red. It was recently given to him on his birthday in April. He’s very careful about it and is under strict instruction to keep it in pristine condition, so he’s very selective about who he lets in his car and how people should act in it.

Damian is a passionate dog dad. He has a beagle named Alpha who is the main reason he goes home on the weekends. Though it is only Alpha who is supposed to be his responsibility, Damian has taken to training all of the Fitzgerald children’s beagles and is deeply knowledgeable on dog training and care of canines.

QUESTIONS ABOUT THE RETREAT

What do they think about The Retreat? 

If you ask House Captain Damian, he believes in making the most of the situation and he’s thankful for the Nighmore community for their generosity and quick-thinking. Polite, diplomatic, and positive. Everything a House Captain should be. Inwardly and if he’s being totally truthful with himself, Damian is leaning towards not liking it largely due to with his issues with cleanliness and being accustomed to a certain level of luxury. But make the most of it, amirite?

Do they have any previous experience with camping or other outdoors?

Damian doesn’t have much experience with camping. He’s gone on a church camp in Joshua Tree once but that was very much glamping, with all of the luxuries of the indoors provided to him at close distance and the comfort of AC in his tent. However, he does have experience with the outdoors due to his love for skiing and hiking. He’ll talk all about hiking in Interlaken while vacationing in Switzerland if you give him the time. He also just really likes walks and quiet places when his head is feeling particularly heavy. Also, he lit a campfire like once and that was with the help of the hike guide.

What does their cabin bunk look like? How will they decorate their space?

Damian was very hesitant about bringing his belongings into the old cabin (fear of mold, dust, termites and whatnot) but he knew he had to put on a brave face and deal with the card that’s been dealt as House Captain so it looks similar to his old dorm but very toned down. His mattress is still fitted with his white hotel-type linens with a red duvet over the top in hopes of making it more comfortable. The photos stuck above his desk have been moved to the wall beside his bed. A photo of himself and his younger sister smiling with her face partially covered, a cute photo of a very happy Alpha with his tongue sticking out, an old photo of the God Squad all smiles having a picnic. He’s also hung his monthly planner whiteboard on the wall because it’s filled with too many important reminders.

Do they believe in the supernatural? To what degree?

Though Catholicism has had a long history in the Fitzgerald family, it’s waned over time. One might say they only do it for the tradition of it all and the sense of moral superiority. But mostly, they use religion as a way to influence their children’s behavior, keep them on the right and godly path and away from choices that could hurt their future or the family’s reputation. So Damian has mixed feelings about the supernatural. He very much believes in the Heaven and Hell part of the supernatural, particularly the God and Hell part, but he doesn’t believe in ghosts and demons and all of that nonsense. 

Are they easily spooked?

No. Surprisingly, Damian would sooner buy a logical or medical reason behind unexplained things than a supernatural reason. If something goes bump in the night, Damian would first think something fell than it be a murdererous Casper the Ghost or something. Like for example, the Fitzgeralds often describe the Edith Lynch story as a ‘terrible mishap that people have blown out of proportion’ and follow it with ‘hopefully that girl got the help she needs’. They’re just like, she went crazy, it’s not demon-possession.

AND FINALLY,

The Lord will protect me from any evil. Ghosts? Raging animals? Monsters? Serial killers? They don’t have SHIT on our Lord Jesus Christ.

Sounds about right but Damian will eye twitch over that s-bomb. So close to muttering a stern ‘language’ in reminder.

[thedistantstorm]

Day 17: “There is just something about them.”

Fandom: Destiny 

Pairing: Amanda Holliday/Sloane (mentioned), Hawthorne/Zavala

Warnings: Titan dinner parties, Guardians asking for relationship advice

-/

She's not on leave for long. Hardly a week and she'll be headed back to methane rain and stormy seas. Even so, she ends up spending half her time around command, so accustomed to military life she doesn't know what to do with herself. Or, at least that's what she does until Amanda gets out of the hangar, most days. That girl always has something up her sleeve.

It's been a really good leave.

The one night she has plans with someone who isn't Amanda, she knows she'll end up seeing her anyway. They have quite a few mutual drinking buddies, and everyone frequents the same(best, in her opinion) bar. Just so happens - coincidence, yeah right - that it's the one Zavala designates as their go to for their 'socials.'

Really, it's more like a family dinner but with beer instead of food. The Hunters might have their secret meeting spots, and the Warlocks could have their innumerable book clubs. Sloane knows for certain that the Titan orders are the envy of most.

After all, how often did Ikora or Cayde essentially open the floor - and their bartab - to their subordinates?

Thus, when Thursday night came around, Sloane was excited to kick back and shoot the shit with her people. She'd caught up a bit with Zavala, but he was a busy man. There had been new Titans since the Traveler woke and she was looking forward to meeting them, as well. Hopefully it happened before she was off her tits, but if they don't make themselves known, it's not her problem.

Titan is a dry planet. She hasn't been drunk since before the War.

It explains why Shaxx is already hollering and handing her two pints when she cracks the door open. Sloane guzzles the first pint in one go, rallying the troops and getting a helluva howl out of the Crucible handler. When she looks up, Zavala cracks a rare smile before tipping his mug her way in an acknowledging toast.

Sloane grins. Her shoulders relax, she’s confident but at ease. It's good to be home.

-/

One of the Titans down at the end - not a Kinderguardian, but wasn't risen until well after Twilight Gap - brings up relationships. Not an unusual topic. In fact, the only unusual thing about it is the vein of discussion the younger striker brings up, loosened up enough not to feel like her superiors are immediately judging her.

"So I met this guy," She starts, still a little nervous, but she follows it off with a big gulp of ale. She's a pretty Exo - her faceplates are shiny and pristine, and her eyes are yellow, yet kind. "Back at the Farm. And I just… he asked me out."

The table erupts in bawdy calls, some reaching out to slap her on the back, others smirking with glee. "So what's the problem? He a Hunter or something?" Someone closer to Sloane's side of the table questions. "Do it. Go out!"

She sighs, wrapping both hands around her mug before saying, softer, "He's not a Guardian. He's human."

The table falls silent. Sloane exhales slowly, controlled. It's not common, at least, it wasn’t very common before the war, but she understands if better than most. Zavala looks to her, and she meets his gaze grimly. She knows he’s not stupid, he all but raised Amanda, and she has no doubt he knows they have something going on. Both blink in concern toward their sister in arms.

"I don't think I could do it," A sentinel next to Zavala says, setting down his mug. "It's-we're not," He scratches the back of his head. "I mean, they die."

"We die, too," Another sentinel, an Awoken female with a shaved head, points out. Looking towards the Exo, she asks, "Is it the one who patched you up after Hawthorne brought you in? He was soft-spoken, but kind."

Exos can't flush, but there's a little hiss of air from a vent near the plates of her cheeks. "Yeah," She admits, wringing her hands now. "That's the one."

The table dissolves into murmurs, easily washed away by the sound of patrons around them.

"I say go for it," Sloane tells her. The lower-ranking Guardian's head rockets up, her surprised optics meeting russet eyes. "I mean, just because they don’t live as long, doesn’t make it less special. If you have feelings for them, why shouldn’t you?”

“I’d feel like a guard dog,” One of the few Sunbreakers among them comments. “It just… doesn’t sit right with me. They’re fragile. I’d be worried about hurting them.” He turns to the man next to him. Slyly, he adds to the guy next to him, “Especially in the bedroom.” 

Zavala clears his throat, and the other Titan withdraws from that branch of conversation.

“What say you, Commander?”

The rest of the table looks to him immediately. The poor Exo who’d started the conversation looks rather concerned - torn between desperately wanting the advice and fearing he’d deter her. It’s obvious, Sloane can see it on her face.

His Ghost appears beside him before he can answer, and he looks to her. Whatever they say is not verbalized, it’s a flick of a shell, the twitch of his lips, the move of an eyebrow, the shift of his gaze. She disappears for a moment, then reappears, dipping in a delicate nod. 

The bar door cracks open, and Shaxx is bellowing again. “Now the party is really starting!” He beckons the newcomer in. “Here to show these Guardians how to really throw ‘em back?

The woman is dark-skinned and drops her hood the moment she’s inside, short hair smoothed back as though the hood is still in place. “Next time, Shaxx. I’ve got places to go tonight.”

Shaxx grins, and Sloane tilts her head, brows furrowing. Zavala clears his throat again. “Hawthorne.”

Sloane looks over at the woman. So that’s who she was. They’d crossed paths on comms and in strikes. Zavala had introduced them a while back. “Yea-ah?”

He doesn’t smile, but his eyes warm, she notes. Hawthorne heads to his side of the table as he fills her in on the situation. “One of my Titans is wondering about dating a human. Care to weigh in?”

If she’s surprised, she doesn’t look it. Sloane watches them share a nearly expressionless glance before Zavala’s eyebrow goes up, anticipating her response.

“Can’t speak for you all, but,” She looks up and away, as if considering, but Sloane can read her posture. She’s not trying to consider a response, she’s trying to word it appropriately. 

One of their brood starts talking before she does.“The whole immortality thing-”

Hawthorne snaps,“You think it hurts watching someone age? Imagine being the one knowing you’re going to leave someone you care about alone.” Her eyes are cool, but there’s something there, in that gaze. Sloane crosses her arms. One of the Sunbreakers grumbles, and a Sentinel elbows him.

Sighing, the woman looks around the table before settling on the Exo as if knowing she was the one who needed the advice in the first place. She leans forward when she speaks. "If I were to hypothetically date a Guardian it'd be for the same reason I'd date anyone else,” Hawthorne tells her. “I wouldn't care about super-strength or glowing fists, I'd care about the person behind them. If they tried to protect me from the world I'd be really angry. I can protect me. I'd just want them to, y'know," She pauses awkwardly, swallowing hard, her gaze flitting around the table, from Sloane to the Exo, lingering on Zavala for a beat, then back to the Exo paying rapt attention, "Be with me. As equals. And whatnot."

Sloane can’t help but find Zavala’s gaze, wondering what he really does think of such relationships. He’s not exactly- She loses her train of thought, when she realizes he’s not looking at his Titans at all. He’s looking at her. Hawthorne.

“I agree,” He says to her and she smirks right into that very open Zavala stare like it’s commonplace.

“Of course you do,” Hawthorne chides, head shaking in a small movement as if she’s incredulous he has to say it aloud. “I’m right.”

“So, you’d date a mortal, Commander?” The Exo asks quietly. 

Zavala rises instead of answering, saying, “You’ll have to excuse me. It’s about time I turn you over to Shaxx so you can start making a dent in my glimmer.” The group laughs, well aware they’d be drinking up a small fortune with Shaxx at the helm of the evening’s affairs from here on out.

“Wow, is it ten already?” Shaxx queries mildly, sitting at the bar behind the table. “Almost past your bedtime, Commander,” He chides, not unlike an elder brother. Snickers are hidden behind hands at the teasing.

“It’s only half past nine,” One of the Titans’ Ghosts informs the group.

“Not at all,” Zavala apprises Shaxx. “I simply have other plans.” He looks down at the Exo, placing a hand on her shoulder as he passes, squeezing gently. “Have a good evening,” He tells them. “Stay out of trouble.”

The chorus of ‘yes’sir’s that follow is met with a kind gaze and a fatherly nod. Hawthorne, Sloane realizes, has all but faded from their purview. Sloane catches sight of her by the door, Zavala’s Ghost phasing in front of her face, saying something Sloane can’t make out from a distance.

“I can’t believe he didn’t answer you,” One of them says to the Exo, breaking the Deputy Commander’s reverie. She shrugs, returning to her beer, the group growing quiet. It would likely be the last silence that would pass for the night, knowing how Shaxx’s portion of the festivities went.

“Pay attention, Titan,” Shaxx says, wistfully, nodding to the door. “I think you’ll find his answer.”

Hawthorne is waiting for him. Zavala. His Ghost bobs up and over her Guardian’s shoulder delicately. He holds the door open for her, the worn bell tinkling as he lets it go. They see the pair in the window at the font of the establishment, Hawthorne pulling up her hood, Zavala’s arm slung across her shoulders. Whatever they’re saying, they’re smiling. There’s nothing romantic about it, yet that’s why it is. It’s comfortable. Heartwarming. A type of ordinary Guardians yearn for but rarely find.

“Wow,” The Exo whispers. "I didn't-"

“There’s just something about them,” Shaxx croons, still in that gentle register. “Blink and you’ll miss it.”

When the group stays quiet, Sloane can help herself no longer. “Alright, which one of you is going to explain how that happened?” She asks, motioning to the bartender for more pitchers of ale. She makes a note to her Ghost that in the event that she blacks out that she be reminded in the morning to ask Amanda why she didn’t tell her, to which her Ghost snidely remarks that no amount of alcohol will wipe something this surprising from her memory.

Shaxx drops down from the bar and slams his pint on the table beside her, the mood righting itself as he laughs. “It’s a long story. But we’ve got time. And ale.”