#pain is not a hindrance ( rohan ic. )

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"it's done," murmurs the cloud strider.

he oozes blood; soaking through quicksilver and skin, dripping onto the floor stained the exact same crimson. his breath comes out in a crackling mix of synthetic pops and wet gasps. his knee hits the sticky floor with an unnatural sound.

the cloud ark is safe again. that's all that matters. he lolls his head back, and creased eyes betray the smile rohan offers.

"they're safe. and it's... it's done. it's finished." copper and silver mix against the back of his tongue. his stomach turns over. "don't look so torn. it's done. you can't take loved away."

[fiirecracker]

he should not be so nervous.

according to nimbus, saint has ventured to neomuna a few times already. he has seen what the neon city has to offer— well, all it can, while under siege by vex and cabal alike. he has walked their streets, visited his phoenix, toured the hall of heroes. there is nothing he has not seen. and yet rohan cannot stop the twisting of his stomach as he breaches the doorway between the hall of heroes and strider’s gate.

“you’re early,” says the cloud strider, in way of greeting. he hops down the small flight of steps, and crosses the distance between them with purpose. (he ignores the twinge of pain as his pancreas protests the sudden movement.) “we were not expecting you for another few hours. osiris and nimbus are currently with our mutual guardian friend at the veil’s containment.”

he offers out a massive hand, “rohan. and i’ve already let them know of your arrival. they shouldn’t be much longer now.”

rohan & saint | @gaygxnslinger

[fiirecracker]

"she's a what."

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❝  just let me look at you for a little bit.  ❞ | for rohan :business: | @exilegend

rohan is in the act of folding his cloak when osiris speaks.

he sits now on the couch, cloak removed, back slouched, shoulders at ease. it is the first time in... quite a while rohan remembers being this relaxed. (it's hard to find time, to find a reason. the vex, the witness, chioma esi's logs— there is much to be done in the limited amount of time they have.) but it's... easier, when he's in his residence. when he isn't alone.

that didn't used to be the case, of course; osiris had to drag the humanity from his closed chest. calloused palms and painted nails scraped for purchase as dark eyes pinned him down. demanding the truth; not for himself (partially for himself, rohan admits) but for the cloud strider.

and it is here, in his residence, with the brightest mind the last city has to offer, that rohan finds himself easing into it once more. he places the cloak aside. he does not admit the way osiris' words make his stomach flutter; like he is some innocent youth once again, blushing and virginal. he would not be able to handle the ridicule.

"is that all you ask of me?" teases the cloud strider. he leans, resting against the back of the couch. his arms lift, to rest, splayed, across it. there is a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, but also, perhaps, a touch of mirth. "if you wanted to look from a distance, we could have remained in the hall. let you continue your work."

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rohan tag drop //

all things end ( rohan. ) / pain is not a hindrance ( rohan ic. ) / the herd is no place for the brave and the strong ( rohan musings. ) / biotech behind our eyes ( rohan aesthetics. ) / i will surround you and give life to a world that's our own ( general rohan ships. ) / tell it true; the rest is silence ( rohan headcanons. ) / a ghost in the city of night ( rohan images. )