#👀 some Sparrow thoughts soon btw

[babacontainsmultitudes]

just wanted to say that amongst the conversations we've been having, im glad to have you as an ally in these trying times as a sparrow apologist- truly we are in this together :,)

*SOBBING* 😭😭😭😭😭 YEAH FOR SURE MAN YOU TOO YOU TOO YOU TOO 💜💜💜💜

[echosong971]

cayde cannot sleep without boob hugs

First writing drabble done! This was supposed to be shorter, but then I got WAY too into it aha! Enjoy! ^v^

There’s more under the cut btw 👀

Cayde sighs as he stares out the window, his view of the darkened outside world blurred and distorted from the incessant rain prattling against the glass, the storm's noise almost loud enough to drown out the sound of ships flying in and out of the Tower. He frowns and knits his brow, shifting himself into a more comfortable position from where he was laying stomach down on his bed, face halfway buried into his pillow. He stares intensely at his snapshot view of the world, watching the ship-shaped blobs blast off into Orbit.

Damn, he wished he could join them.

He missed it, the freedom of a long patrol. Nothin’ but him, Sundance, his Sparrow, and the open world at his fingertips, begging to be explored. It had been so long since he’d been out there, not since-

Cayde sets his jaw. His vision becomes unfocused.

The Red War.

He scoffs. The Red War had been cruel. Not just because of how much they had lost, but because it’d allowed him to see and experience what he was missing out on, had given him just a little taste of that freedom he had been craving for years.

Then, all too soon, it was ripped away from him.

Back to the strategy table for ol’ Cayde.

And now, here he was, stuck in his room at the mercy of his insomnia and eternally restless.

Usually, he would’ve found some way to busy himself doing things in the Tower. Things like mapping potential cache locations, playing a round of poker with some of his Hunters, or maybe even just going on a walk. But--he thinks as he dejectedly glances back up at the window with a frown, the storm getting increasingly more aggressive--he wasn’t really too keen on getting drenched.

The window suddenly flashes a bright white, the rumble of thunder following soon after.

…or getting electrocuted, for that matter. 

He’ll leave that to the Stormcallers.

Another option would be to talk to Sundance. He knew how much she loved to listen to him prattle off about whatever topic managed to pique his interest at that moment, but she was currently asleep, snuggled up in the small Ghost-sized bed that sat atop his nightstand. 

And for as much as he was craving company, Cayde didn’t have the heart to wake her.

The Hunter Vanguard sighs and buries his face into his pillow, his tired groan muffled by the cotton cover.

Traveler, save him from this boredom-

Cayde’s thoughts are interrupted by his own gasp as he suddenly feels cold, slender fingers slip under his jacket and trace up his lower back, every sensor in his spine firing off all at once as it bristles from the contact. His hand immediately shoots out to roughly grab at the perpetrator’s wrist, nearly giving himself whiplash from how quickly he turns his head to find the culprit.

Bright, viridescent eyes blink down at him, the Exo they belonged to flashing him an impish, mischievous grin.

“Howdy, Sixer,” Echo chuckles, her voice clear and soothing—a welcome change from the dreary atmosphere, even if she got way too much pleasure from sneakin’ up on him and scarin’ him outta his wits.

Giving her a once over, Cayde could see she had already taken off her cloak, bag, and boots. Her vest was unzipped, revealing the black underarmor underneath, and even though it looked like she had already gone through the trouble of trying to dry herself, she was still very damp. Not that he minded, of course.

But he had other business to attend to at the moment.

Cayde scoffs as he narrows his eyes at her. His horn cuts an arc through the air as he shakes his head, his grip tightening on her wrist.

“Youuu….” He mutters with a gritted smile, chuckling in spite of himself. Then, keeping his hold on her wrist, he swiftly flips himself onto his back and yanks her down on top of him. Echo lets out a surprised yelp as she’s crushed against his chest, the sound melting into a hearty chortle only broken up by the occasional snort.

Cayde grins. Light above, he loved her laugh.

“I hate when you do that, y’know,” he playfully grumbles as she sobers up, the Gunslinger wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.

“Do what?” Echo inquires with a soft giggle, tilting her head at him.

“Scare me half to death with your little…Nightstalker tricks.” 

Echo scoffs.

“Nightstalker tricks?” She echoes indignantly, “I just walked up to you!”

“Yeah!” Cayde retorts, “And I didn’t hear anythin’! Which means you were doin’ that whole…disappearin’ act of yours again! Tryin’ to startle me!”

Echo rolls her eyes, moving her hand to pinch his horn between her knuckles.

“Orrrr….maybe you’re just not as perceptive as you think you are, Mr. Vanguard,” she teases as she wiggles his head back and forth.

Cayde grunts, gently swatting her hand away as he narrows his eyes at her.

“Nah, you were just pulling a Vanishin’ Step on me,” he counters.

“No, I wasn’t-“

“You totally were~” Cayde croons, jutting out his chin.

Echo sighs, “Fine, fine. Whatever helps you sleep at night, space cowboy,” she relents, Cayde grinning triumphantly. He then leans in close, lowering his voice to a deep growl as he gazes down at her with half-lidded optics.

“Wanna know what else helps me sleep at night?” He purrs, cocking an eyebrow. Without giving Echo a chance to answer, he swiftly flips her onto her back, the Nightstalker letting out a yelp as he flops on top of her. Cayde immediately buries his face into her chest with a contented sigh, nuzzling against her as his hands move up her sides. She laughs and Cayde could feel it practically vibrating through his body, that sonorous sound nearly enough to melt all the tension in his tired frame all by itself.

“Cayde, I’m still wet!” She exclaims and the Hunter Vanguard impishly grins.

“S’my favorite state for you to be in~” Cayde muses teasingly from where his face was still crushed against her breasts, his comment earning him a stiff wack against the top of his head that has him chortling.

“Ow,” He remarks poignantly, not at all in pain.

Echo scoffs, “You deserved that.”

“For speaking the truth?!” Cayde counters indignantly as he rears back his head to look at her with wide eyes. The Young Wolf shakes her head, leaning it back against the pillow.

“For bein’ horny,” she teases, the Gunslinger going cross-eyed as she pokes him between his eyes.

Cayde snickers, “I’m always horny,” he jokes before gently bumping his horn against her forehead, and despite the stern glare he receives, he could still see her smile.

Satisfied, the Gunslinger slowly lowers his head back down onto his Nightstalker’s chest, staying mindful of his horn as he presses the plates of his lips against her sternum, a contented hum rumbling in the back of his throat. He lazily wraps one arm around her, his other hand trailing up her side to cup her breast. He smiles as he absentmindedly palms at the soft mound hidden beneath her under armor, his touch more comforting than it was stimulating.

Echo hums, cocking her head to the side, “You really like playin’ with my boobs, huh?” she remarks, giggling. Cayde scoffs as he nuzzles his face against her chest. “They’re nice…” he slurs, giving the breast in his hand a gentle squeeze and smiling as Echo sighs in response. “Glad you enjoy ‘em…” she muses, pressing into his touch. Then, letting out a soft hum, Echo loosely drapes her leather-armored forearm over Cayde’s back, a gloved hand mindlessly tracing along the contours of his mechanics protruding against the cloth of his jacket. Her other hand moves to slip beneath his hood, snaking around his neck to cradle the back of his head, fingers splaying against what must’ve once been a port linking directly into his brain. 

A pleasant shiver travels through Cayde’s body as Echo runs her fingers along the outline of the port, the Exo practically melting at her touch as he exhales with a soft, breathy moan.

“You and your little…mmm…devil fingers….” he murmurs with a low voice as he turns his head to rest his cheek against her chest, Echo merely chuckling in response as she continues her gentle caresses.

With his auditory processor against her sternum, Cayde could hear- no, he could feel the thrum of her mechanical heartbeat beneath all that under armor and plating and synthetic skin; a bittersweet reminder of their human origins and yet a constant and comforting reminder that even despite the mechanized frames they were cursed to live in, they were still holistically human.

And now, as he finally found himself slowly slipping into unconsciousness, wrapped up in his partner’s arms?

Cayde lets out a content sigh, letting the constant rhythm of Echo’s pulse and the gentle massages of her fingers lull him into a deep, comforting sleep. 

By the Traveler, he’s never felt more human.

Fin