#chyler silva

[authortobenamedlater]

@rainintheevening @threshergm @ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask @thearbiterthel @stitchlingbelle You asked.

(This is rough and subject to change without notice)

—

“Don’t talk.”

Tom looked quizzically at the Master Chief’s visor.

“Don’t talk to each other about what you saw,” the Chief elaborated tersely, still aiming his rifle out the Pelican’s open bay. “You’ll need to get debriefed once we get to the ship.”

“What ship?” April asked.

“Yeah, where are we going?” Sully added.

“UNSC Mercy Seat. Medical frigate,” the Chief answered.

Tom glanced at Chyler. She was silent and unmoving against his shoulder. She hadn’t said a word since boarding the Pelican.

She’s not OK.

“Chyler.” Tom nudged her. “Look.”

Chyler blinked slowly. “At what?”

“The sunrise. Just look at it.”

Chyler stared out the open hatch. “Why?”

“Because someone should.” Tom took in the golden glow over the snowcapped mountains. “Someone should remember it. And we’re the only ones left who can.”

—

There is of course more to this story. I’ll see how long I want to make it.

[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

How about…“expressing fears and discomforts” and “crying in front of them” for Tom/Chyler and Fred/Kelly?

Which pair goes with which prompt is author’s choice!

I cannot believe that I lost this in my inbox. Oh boy. I feel awful. So anyway, here goes!

Expressing fears and discomforts - Tom/Chyler

Chyler sat up in bed, noting with a frown the lack of a warm body beside her. She scrubbed at her eyes with the heel of her hands, then searched for the bedside clock. 0200. It was far too early to be waking up, and far too late to be sleeping alone.

Something was wrong.

She slowly rose from bed and made her way to the bedroom door. She snatched Tom's discarded hoodie from where it lay on the floor and wrapped herself in it to stave off the chilly midnight air. The door was closed, but she could tell by the dull light bleeding under the portal that he was in the kitchen of their small apartment. She gingerly opened the door and made her way out, blinking in the light.

"Chy, what are you doing up?" Tom asked worriedly while her eyes struggled to adjust to the light exposure. "It's the middle of the night!"

"I came out to ask you that exact question," Chyler said sternly, fixing her husband with a glare once she managed to see again. "Why did I wake up at two in the morning to an empty bed?" she demanded.

Tom, who had been looking at her with concern etched into his handsome features, ducked his head bashfully. "Sorry, I... I just needed to think for a minute," he explained. "Didn't want to wake you up."

Now it was Chyler's turn to feel concerned. "What's going on?" she asked quickly, briskly walking forward and taking Tom's hand in hers.

Her husband ducked his head again, seemingly avoiding eye contact. When he did glance her way and realized that she wasn't going to be letting this go any time soon, he tiredly rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. "I... I'm scared, Chy," he said. "What if... what if I screw up?"

He finally turned to look at her. His eyes searched hers for several long moments, then they dropped until he was staring at her belly.

Chyler followed his eyes. When her tired brain finally managed to connect the dots, she couldn't help but laugh. "Screw up?" she asked somewhat incredulously. "Tom, of all the men I've ever met, you have the least to worry about in that regard."

Tom looked up at her seriously. "My dad set a high bar," he said quickly, "but... you know who my mom is. What if I end up more like her?" He stepped forward to wrap his arms around Chyler's waist, pulling her close and resting his forehead against hers. "You're my world, Chy. And..." he trailed off, one of his hands slowly sliding around to rest on her stomach. "And our baby will be too. I just don't want to mess up."

Even though she'd only told him about her positive pregnancy test the day before, the words our baby already sent a happy thrill through Chyler. She tenderly reached up and cupped one side of his face in her hand and pulled him down into a slow kiss.

"You're a good man, Tom. You won't 'mess up.'" She spoke firmly, staring confidently into his eyes. Then she smirked and added, "Besides - if you ever start to slip up, you have me to put you back in line."

Tom laughed and pressed another kiss to her lips. His stiff posture slowly relaxed as he looked down at her with a grin splitting his face.

"Now, first things first," Chyler said, resting her head against his chest. "Your wife is tired and pregnant. Carry her to bed."

Tom laughed again. "You're only a few weeks along," he said. "You're already going to start using 'I'm pregnant' against me?"

Chyler smiled sweetly and kissed his cheek. "Yes," she said happily. "Now carry me."

Tom rolled his eyes and shook his head ruefully, but despite his weak protests he still bent down to lift his wife in his arms and carry her back to their bedroom. "I'm really in trouble now, I can feel it," he chuckled. Chyler just snuggled into his chest and almost immediately fell back asleep.

----

Crying in front of them - Fred/Kelly

Fred stumbled into the viewing deck of the UNSC Atlas. He stumbled a lot these days - his legs were longer than they used to be. Stronger, too. The doctors had warned him that there would be an adjustment period, but he didn't know how long it would take.

That wasn't the most pressing issue on his mind, anyway.

He managed to keep his footing all the way to the viewport. He leaned against the railing and stared out at the expansive black that stretched out before him. Things were different now. So many of them were gone. Ralph, Fhajad, Alice... there was so much different now.

A sound echoed toward him from the shadows of the viewing room, and he instinctually whipped around to face it. "Who's there?" he demanded in a voice that he hoped was fiercer than it felt.

"It's just me," a quiet voice said from the shadows off to his right.

Fred recognized it instantly. "Kelly," he said matter-of-factly. "What are you doing here?"

His fellow Spartan sniffed loudly and hurriedly ran her hands over her face. "Nothing," she snapped defensively. "What are you doing here?"

Fred leaned one elbow on the railing and looked her over. She appeared small and fragile... the augmentations had been harder on her than most. She stayed sequestered under medical care for two full weeks longer than any of the others.

"It's weird, isn't it?" he asked, ignoring Kelly's question. "Everything has changed. Everything is..."

"Different?" Kelly supplied. She stepped forward and leaned on the railing beside him, slumping until their sides were touching. They stood together in silence, staring out at the black. "We lost so many," she said quietly, her voice trembling. "They didn't even have a fighting chance."

When Fred looked over at her, he noticed the tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked so different from when they'd first met as children. More mature. Her dark brown hair had lost all of the blue dye of their youth except for in the very ends, which she usually kept tucked into the neckline of her shirt. Her blue eyes shone with bunched-up tears.

Fred carefully lifted one arm and rested it on Kelly's shoulders. She stiffened under his touch, her gaze fixed on the viewport. Then, in a rush, her defensive posture melted away and she collapsed into his tentative embrace. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs as they stared out at the dark, imagining the caskets of their fallen teammates.

"I'm... I'm glad you're here," Fred finally said, hearing his own voice break as he spoke. "We lost too many. If we'd lost you too..." he trailed off, unable to finish the thought out loud. Kelly seemed to understand, because her own arms snaked around his waist and she clung tightly to him.

No more words passed between them. They simply leaned into each other, supporting one another under the unbearable weight of this experience.

"I'm glad you're here, too," Kelly finally breathed, releasing her hold on him. They slowly separated. "We should go," she said slowly, turning toward the door. "I'm sure the others will be waiting."

Fred nodded firmly and followed her out. For whatever reason, they had allowed this special moment to pass between them. But now they had to push it all aside. They had work to do.

[pathfinderlittleduck]

Halo 4: Forward Unto Dawn | 1/??

[andicareaboutyou]

Women over 40 are the hottest thing on my TV right now.

[tylerposey]

IT’S FOLLOW FOREVER TIME

Well... it finally happened. I actually hit 100k followers. The cynical side of me presumes that at least two thirds of the people following me are bots but let’s just pretend that at least 100,000 of you think my blog is actually worth following shall we? Seriously though, I didn’t think I would ever reach 5k followers on this hellsite let alone this number. For that, I just wanted to thank each and every one of you for putting up with me all these years. You truly don’t understand how much I appreciate it. If I’ve forgotten anyone on my list I apologise, been here so long that I follow too many people lol.

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[stitchlingbelle]

Watching Halo, episode 1

Things I Know About Halo:

The Master Chief is a badass supersoldier who Doesn't Take Off His Helmet.* (I thought it had turned out he was a woman and the fan base rioted but apparently I mixed him up with Samus Aran?) There's a couple AI people, Roland the orange dude and Cortana the hot chick. There's a guy named Arbiter, I think he's an alien? Aliens destroy a lot of planets. There's some sort of mystical Old Ones leftover tech? (Is that the Halo part?) Names I have heard: Miranda Keyes, Dr. Halsey, Makee, Thomas Lasky, Chyler Silva**

That established, let's give this thing a go!

Nice opening scene. The costuming and set design are good, definitely have that Star Wars-esque vibe but are doing some of their own specific things that ground the world. The characters definitely gave you that lived-in-universe feel of established relationships and community right away. (Also I'm delighted by their use of Korean and their made-up alien language. Again, nice worldbuilding.) I am, however, confused. There's also an entire rebelling against the galactic empire thing going on? No one told me this. How do these people find the time with all the aliens?

Oh shit, THEY DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE ALIENS. Oh noooo.

The violence is really well done. The explosion plus blood splatter shot was great. Good use of camera work to minimize the more difficult to pull off FX shots while still getting the brutality across. The helmet-cam shots are a good storytelling choice while also being a fun nod to the games. I do not envy the stunt people fighting in these suits, though. They made them look powerful. They did not make them look dexterous, graceful or effectively designed for hand-to-hand combat.

Noooo they killed the little kid! ...and everybody else. Man, I liked those guys. Poor Kwan. (Is she in the games? Is she this ineffective? She was like, I'm going to help! and then just... didn't.) And then the Spartans just... walk off?

DO NOT TOUCH THE WEIRD ALIEN TECH. You're a Master Chief! I have it on good authority that keeping people from touching things they shouldn't is a major part of your job! Set a good example for your troops! Also, check your six.

It's Dr. Halsey! Mad scientist alert, this woman does NOT seem to adhere to ethical guidelines. Nice lab coat. I don't trust you. Why do you have a person in a pod? (Why do you have them right where your boss can see them if they're not supposed to exist?) Who's Miranda Keyes and why do you have beef with her? Departmental rivalry?

Wow, Miranda is a lot younger than I expected. Also, that was terrible. Take care of the girl, butter her up, THEN ask her for shit. And do it in person, the hologram thing was weird and off-putting. Not sure that Kwan thought this through-- there's a happy medium between agreeing to be their propaganda mouthpiece and openly threatening to lie and say they caused the massacre, sweetie.

Alien homeworld (or homebase, idk)-- very cool design, good effects-- why is there a human here? Oh, THIS is Makee? What is her deal? Great costuming.

HALSEY IS MIRANDA'S MOM??? Wtf. Also I like Miranda, I don't think she knows what she's doing outside of her (own) lab but it sounds like her heart's in the right place. Great parting shot at dad, but also, maybe that's why your parents worked (for however long. Are they still together or not?)

Great scene with Kwan and Master Chief over the meal. Humanize him with a joke and then WHAM, dead mom story. I like how they're not letting you assume that Madrigal's people were just wrong about the Spartans. Nope, straight up, this guy commits atrocities because he never questions his orders. (She implied that she was there? How did that part go down?) Fortunately teenagers question everything, especially orders! Just in time to make you question this one...

From here on out it's action action action, with a lot of quick character bits mixed in (Halsey and Captain Keyes exchanging looks, the Spartans all listening to Halsey above their orders, high command doesn't trust their own creations-- how many different ways of monitoring their own ships do they have? This is taking surveillance state to a whole new level.)

YAY for Kwan getting a useful moment! If human strength does not avail, use guns tools, that's what we invented them for. No, Kwan, this man does not have a plan. I'm kinda sad the alien artifact activated, it would have been entertaining to watch the other Spartans get involved. (John: "This is our new pet. No, we will not be handing her over to be executed. Yes, she hates us all for very specific valid personal reasons. Roll with it.") Aaaand off they go, escaping to where? Not sure they know and I, with approximately 1% knowledge of this universe, certainly do not.

Finally, hopping back to address the One True Issue that divides the fandom: the helmet scene. It depends on how much the Never Remove the Helmet thing is an irl game artistic choice vs an in-universe character choice. If it's not an actual THING for John-117 himself, then I don't have any problem with it. Different mediums and all that. If it's like the Mandalorian thing, then yeah, it felt a little rushed, but still a necessary moment for humanizing him and building trust ASAP with a hostile teenage girl with a gun.

In conclusion: this was much better than I was expecting! I really enjoyed it and will probably watch the rest of the season while I bake today. And honestly it's been so long since I watched scifi on TV that it was sort of nostalgic? I was just ridiculously pleased by things like establishing shots of Reach and futuristic teenager haircuts.

Thanks so much to ATBNL and @sarnakhwritesthings for talking me into this!

*Has anyone done a 'John-117 is a Mandalorian' crossover yet? Someone definitely has, right?

**The last two do not appear in the TV show and also one is dead, except they're actually alive and married because @authortobenamedlater is in charge here.

[aboutdancers]

Top 5 jumpers

Top 5 turners

Top 5 leggys lol

Top 5 flippers

Top 5 movers

Jumpers:

Olivia Jacobs, Belle Arauz, Lilly Anderson, Nyla McCarthy, Karter Strong

Turners:

Chloe Tyler, Chloe Silva, Megan Barraza, Iralyn Hicko, Kate Jarboe

Leggys:

Ellary day, Sylvie Win, Reese Braga, Lainey Hess, Leighton Godlewski

Flippers:

Kambria Keegan, Dakota Casteel, Eden Bellis, Sophia Mestan, Amaya Miller

Movers:

Chyler Stern, Camila Giraldo, Amanda Carpenter, Maddie Stone, Finley Ashfield

This was so much fun!!

[havenridgerp]

mwm and mwf?

Thank you for your question, Anon. While we would love any face you bring, here are just a few of our favorites:

Most wanted females: Pinar Deniz, Greta Onieogou, Hilary Duff, Chase Sui Wonders, Samantha Logan, Phoebe Tonkin, Elizabeth Lail, Alexandra Shipp, Tessa Thompson, Jessica Chastain, Aja Naomi King, Jennifer Garner, Madison Iseman, Brianne Tju, Ashley Moore, Brianne Howey, Riley Keough, Suki Waterhouse, Kiana Madeira, Adria Arjona, Aiysha Hart, Alicia Vikander, Annie Murphy, Camilla Luddington, Christina Ochoa, Chyler Leigh, Cote De Pablo, Daisy Ridley, Danai Gurira, Deborah Ann Woll, Dichen Lachman, Emma Mackey, Famke Janssen, Gemma Chan, Gina Torres, Han So Hee, Inbar Lavi, Jaina Lee Ortiz, Jamie Chung, Jessica Henwick, Kat Graham, Kate Siegel, Kimiko Glenn, Lauren Ridloff, Lesley-Ann Brandt, Lily Tomlin, Lisa Ann Walter, Mandy Moore, Marie Avgeropoulous, Meagan Tandy, Melissa McCarthy, Melissa O'Neil, Melissa Roxburgh, Ming Na Wen, Natasha Lyonne, Parveen Kaur, Sonequa Martin-Green, Tati Gabrielle, Victoria Pedretti, Viola Davis, Yael Grobglas, Zendaya

Most wanted males: Daniel Ezra, Luke Grimes, Daniel Kaluuya, LaKeith Stanfield, JD Pardo, Chris Evans, Jon Bernthal, Raymond Ablack, Rafael Silva, Henry Golding, Sam Claflin, Jacob Elordi, LaRoyce Hawkins, Ryan Gosling, Alex Meraz, Alfonso Herrera, Andrew Garfield, Andrew Lincoln, Avan Jogia, Boyd Holbrook, Casey Deidrick, Dan Stevens, Savid Castaneda, David Harbour, Dev Patel, Diego Luna, Eli Goree, Gabriel Luna, Giacomo Gianniotti, Hale Appleman, Hamish Linklater, Idris Elba, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, John Krasinski, Justin H Min, Kieran Culkin, Lewis Tan, Marwan Kenzari, Mena Massoud, Michiel Huisman, Milo Ventimiglia, Nick Sagar, Nyle DiMarco, Oscar Isaac, Osric Chau, Philemon Chambers, Rahul Kohli, Rege-Jean Page, Ricky Whittle, Riz Ahmed, Ronen Rubinstein, Sean Berdy, Sean Teale, Sinqua Walls, Steven Yuen, Tom Holland

Most wanted trans/nonbinary/gender fluid: Alex Blue Davis, Amandla Stenberg, Asia Kate Dillon, Chella Man, Elliot Fletcher, Elliot Page, Emma D'Arcy, Jamie Clayton, Laith Ashley, Liv Hewson, Nicole Maines, Quintessa Swindell, Sara Ramirez, Zión Moreno

[corneliafm]

fcs you could see for end game please?

☆ –– how about: adria arjona, alberto rosende, avan jogia, alex fitzgerald, brie larson, bruna marquezine, charles melton, chase sui wonders, chloe bennet, chyler leigh, danny ramierez, felix mellard, florence pugh, hunter schafer, john boyega, kathryn newton, lizeth selene, mena massoud, michael b. jordan, naomi scott, oliver stark, rafael silva, ross butler, rudy pankow, samantha logan, or tommy martinez.

[authortobenamedlater]

I wrote a thing. Part of a story I may write at some point about what Tom and Chyler were up to during Reach.

@ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask based on our AO3 conversation 😁

—

General Audrey Lasky dabbed at her eyes and for the third time in the last hour, tried to pull herself together.

Her daughter-in-law was dead, and the work wouldn’t let up enough for Audrey to go to the other side of Ankara and be with her grieving son. Or for him to come to her.

Some things never change. We’re in the same damn city, and I still can’t be there for him.

“You kiss our children with that mouth, Marine?” Audrey’s late husband would have asked her.

Shut up, Jim, Audrey wearily told the voice in her head even as she wished its owner were admonishing her in person.

She fought off tears again. Nobody needed to see General Lasky sobbing at her desk.

Ping…ping…ping

Who wants me now? Audrey hit the “accept” button without caring much about who was on the other end. “This is General Lasky,” she answered tonelessly.

“Audrey?” A staticky female voice asked.

“Yes,” Audrey confirmed. 

A sigh from the other end. “Oh, finally. I’ve been trying to reach Tom for the past three days!”

Reach Tom? Audrey stared at the wall. Now she was hearing things. Things that sounded a lot like her daughter-in-law. The same daughter-in-law who had died over Reach.

“Have you heard from him?” The caller continued. “Do you know how to get in touch with him?”

“Who is this?” Audrey demanded.

Chyler was dead. So who was this on the phone?

“Who is it? It’s me. It’s Chyler.” A confused pause. “Is everything all right?”

Audrey nearly laughed. Nothing was all right. Reach was ash, Earth had nearly joined it, humankind was running for the hills, and now she was hallucinating a call from her son’s dead wife.

“You’re dead.” Audrey didn’t see any point in beating around the bush. This was all a dream or something, anyway.

“What?!”

“Your name was on Bleak Midwinter’s casualty list,” Audrey said bluntly. “Saw it with my own two eyes.”

“I wasn’t on…oh.” A gasp. “Oh, I must have still been listed on the crew manifest.”

Audrey sat up straighter. Was it possible? Was this real?

I have been down this road once before.

“I got reassigned at the last second,” Chyler—maybe it really was her—continued. “Glory’s Light. They needed an ops officer and…wait, did Tom not get my message? That I got switched?”

“He must not have,” Audrey murmured.

“Wait, you two thought I was dead?!”

A surge of adrenaline jolted Audrey out of her fugue. “Chyler.”

“Yes.”

“This is really you?” Audrey covered her mouth with one hand.

“Yes. Yes, Audrey, it’s really me.”

Audrey hit the mute button and let herself have a few seconds to cry into her palm. “Chyler. Tom thinks your dead, and I did too until about thirty seconds ago.”

“Oh, no,” Chyler gasped. “Is he OK?”

“No, but I’m about to change that. Can I reach you at this frequency?”

“Yes. It’s my command line on Glory’s Light. I really shouldn’t be using it for this.”

“We’ve all got bigger fish to fry right now.” Audrey made quick note of the numbers. “OK. Stay by your line.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“I’m going to find him.” Audrey pushed herself back from the desk. “We’ll call you.”

“OK.”

Audrey almost ended the call and then thought better of it. “Chyler, I’m…” I’m what? Nothing Audrey could think of seemed to do this justice.

“I know,” Chyler said. “Just find Tom. Please.”

“I will.” Audrey ended the call, locked her computer, and ran. All thoughts of duty were gone.

Now, she had a duty to her son.

[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

32 from the hugs list for Fred/Kelly and 4 from the touching list for Tom and Chyler?

Okay! It took me about a decade, but after way too many different attempts to actually write these prompts out I think I've finally stumbled upon something that I like.

Thanks for sending me the prompts! I enjoyed writing these little blurbs. Hopefully they turned out alright.

Prompts come from this post.

32. Long-lasting Hugs - Fred/Kelly

(For context, this happens right after the Spaghetti-Slipspace battle in First Strike.)

Kelly entered the room carefully. Despite the fact that the bulkier sections of her armor had been removed, the techsuit she still wore managed to irritate her wounds with practically every twitch of a muscle. Still, she was on a mission.

The single occupant of the medical suite lay motionless, still recovering from the zero-gee excursion to repair the damaged section of the Ascendant Justice’s hull. Cortana had informed her that he was waking up, but it seemed that Fred’s body had yet to receive the same message.

She took advantage of his slow stirring to look the other Spartan over. His helmet was off, laid on a counter to one side by whoever had managed to cart him here. His scarred face was calm. Peaceful, even.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him that way.

Though she felt almost desperate for him to wake up - to hear him tell her in his own voice that he was okay - it still almost hurt to watch that rare peace slip away from his handsome face, replaced by the frown lines and markers of near-constant stress that had taken its place as the years went by.

Though her burned skin screamed in protest at any quick movement, she was at his side before his eyes fluttered open. “How are you feeling?” she asked gently, resisting the urge to brush the black hair back from his forehead.

He glared at the ceiling, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the light. “What happened?” he asked in a voice rough with disuse.

Kelly paused for a moment, searching for the right words. “After that last strike, Will was the first one to wake up. He managed to drag the rest of you back in. He and Grace are both active and cleared for duty. John is stable, but he’s still unconscious.”

Fred forced himself into a sitting position, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Anton and Li? Polaski?” he asked softly. By the tone of his voice, he already knew the answer.

“They didn’t make it,” she forced out around the lump in her throat.

Kelly watched her fellow Spartan process the information. She could practically see new worry lines etch their way into his visage as he found some way to blame himself for their deaths.

“So many,” he whispered in a voice so quiet she wondered if he’d even meant to say it out loud. His armored hand slowly made its way toward hers, two armored fingers hooking around a pair of her bare digits. “I dreamed I’d lost you too,” he admitted softly.

There was something in his voice; something that he usually kept under layers of either sarcasm or stoicism. Vulnerability. Fear. The kind of raw emotions that led soldiers to make poor decisions in battle. The kind that each Spartan had long ago trained themself not to feel.

The kind that she had been battling since those horrible moments when she thought that he had died in that tangled mess of Slipspace alongside the others.

Of their own accord, Kelly’s arms wrapped around Fred’s neck. She forced down the shrieking pain of her still–healing injuries and pulled the man close enough to rest their foreheads against one another. She felt his arms wrap around her in return, careful not to harm her with his enhanced strength.

Neither one of them spoke a word. They simply embraced, clinging to one another as though they would die if they lost their grip. In the back of Kelly’s mind she knew that whatever time they had together was limited - that in a matter of moments they would be called back to the fight. To the war. To the real world.

But until the real world came calling, she would keep as tight a hold as she possibly could on the man she loved.

(It's sappy and gross, but whatever. I'm trying to learn to be okay with it when I write sappy and gross stuff.)

4. Caressing the Other's Hand - Tom/Chyler

(This actually turned out to be the opening of another story I am working on, in which I explore why a certain Admiral took a special interest in the career of a certain Navy officer. I'll hopefully get that finished before too awfully long.)

“It’s going to be fine, Tom,” Chyler repeated herself for probably the fortieth time. She spoke in a hushed tone, keeping her voice low so that the secretary seated not five yards away wouldn’t overhear them.

But who were they kidding? This was the headquarters of ONI, after all. Not a thing happened in this building unless it was being observed by at least half a dozen sets of eyes and ears.

“Would you stop pacing? They’ll think you’ve gone mad.”

She had a point there, Tom had to concede. During the twenty minutes they’d been waiting outside the ornate oak door that separated them from the stuff of nightmares, Tom hadn’t managed to make himself sit still for more than a few seconds at a time.

“I don’t know how you can be so calm about all of this,” he hissed as he anxiously made his way back to her side. “We get a personal summons from the UNSC’s boogeyman and you expect me to sit still like I’m in Sunday School.”

Chyler sighed good-naturedly, rolling her eyes at him. “No, I expect you to behave like an adult waiting outside the office of an extremely high-ranking superior. Can you do that?”

Tom glared at his shoes. She was right. Of course she was right; she was always right. It was one of the things he loved - and hated - most about her.

“I’ll try,” he finally grumbled as he fell into his seat.

Chyler smiled and dipped her head. “That’s all I ask,” she said softly. “I’d like to remember that you spent your last moments with at least some dignity.”

Tom shot her a dark look, but couldn’t keep a grin from catching hold of his lips. She also always knew just how to lighten him up, and for that he was extremely grateful.

They sat in silence for several long moments. The young man felt the anxiety build up in his chest again as each second ticked by. After less than a minute, he was primed to explode all over again.

Chyler, reading his mind, reached out one hand to take hold of his. Her soft, ice-cold fingers slowly traced the back of his hand and gave him something - anything - to focus on besides his impending doom. He sank into the familiar feeling; chased the comfort of her hand wrapped in his. Became so encompassed by the sensation that he nearly jumped when he heard the secretary clear his throat from behind that ridiculous desk.

“Lieutenant Lasky?” the young man called out. He raised an eyebrow disapprovingly when both Tom and Chyler snapped to attention. “Lieutenant Thomas Lasky,” he amended.

Tom squeezed Chyler’s hand one last time and shot her a glance over his shoulder as he made his way to the desk.

You’ll be fine, Chyler mouthed reassuringly.

“I’ll buzz you in,” the secretary grumbled, gesturing impatiently. “And step to it. Admiral Parangosky doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

[infinityactual]

-distant cry-laughing-

[eimaiaxiosx]

Was Chyler the only person you ever loved/had feelings for?

"No, Chyler wasn't the only person I ever had feelings for. There were others after her. None at the moment, either. Or that I'll admit too anyways."

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So, I um forgot I had this tag:

#stab me with a needler round and forget the biofoam