I've started The Final Shape and got a silly little bitty idea upon hearing on of the radio messages. Don't know if I'll put this on AO3 or not, but figured I'd share it. Spoilers are minimal outside of the radio messages.
Crossing his arms over his broad chest, the Warlock took to what had become a favorite little item of intrigue.
Listening in on other people’s comms. Though, unlike outside of The Pale Heart, there weren’t exactly a lot of people that would be on the line. This time, it was Cayde and Crow. If anyone had told Hal that the two of them would be getting along as relatively well as they were, he wouldn’t have believed it. And yet…
“No, don’t apologize, dummy. Just listen to what I’m trying to tell you.” The whisper of a smirk touched Hal’s lips. It did feel good to hear Cayde’s voice again. Weird, but good. It felt better to hear someone else trying to further instill some sense into Crow, especially if it was the Cayde’s Pep Talks variety.
Hal had gotten a few of those, back in the day.
“Listen, kid, none of us around here are mind readers. Except maybe ol’ three eyes. You… never really know with her. My point is that you have GOT to start speaking up.”
Something picked at the old scars on his heart, scars he was told shouldn’t be there. A guilt that shouldn’t ache. “Some of us make stupid choices, and die stupid deaths.”
Hal still felt guilty.
Still.
A guilt that ached and consumed, that spread. If it wasn’t Cayde’s death, it was the woman that was the topic of discussion – Amanda. Old aches twisting their way into new ones.
“Will you at least let me be sorry about that?” Crow’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. A welcome distraction. He’d rather listen to his lover get berated than get twisted up in his own head.
“Shut up!” A blue brow arched up. Oh. Not often someone tells Crow to shut up. Well, not and have him not fire a rebuttal. Crow had a tongue like a sword, and he was adept at wielding it. “Life ain’t about drawing out the living part. It’s about making what you do while you’re alive matter.” A familiar lesson, intertwined with with a wish he had once worried had been granted. The lesson remained important, even if the relevance of the wish had faded. “So grow a spine and make her proud.”
Whatever Hal felt in that moment was swiftly interrupted with shock at what came next. “AND AS FOR YOU.” Oh. Cayde knows he’s listening. “Yeah, I know you’re there, you little… big blue weasel. What the hell do they feed you? I swear you’re taller than when I last saw you. Anyway, that goes doubly for you, Mr. Silent Protagonist. You might think that act is all mysterious, but let me tell you, it is plain as day you’re still doing the same song and dance. And by song and dance, I mean you’re not saying anything. To anyone. Probably not even twinkle-toes over here.” Hal glanced to the side and caught Ikora’s side-eye from afar. She could hear the radio. She was (somewhat) pretending she couldn’t.
For Hal’s sake.
“Live your damn life with the people around you. I bet you’re blaming yourself for her death, too. Stop it. Both of you. Light help me, how did I get stuck with two idiots?”
The part that made the lecture worse was Ghost staring him down.
All of The Witness’s tricks and minions were no match for the combination of Cayde’s lectures and Ghost’s judging stare.
Hal vaguely wondered how he was going to survive.
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Just finished watching Ride the Cyclone and I am mentally kicking my own ass for not watching this sooner like holy shit that was so good? I literally started bawling when it came to Constance talking about her life and it only got worse when they revealed Jane Doe's identity, something about her really resonates with me idk why, but it hit me big time
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Kalani finds themself staring out into the void of multispace.
"Hey!" A familiar voice calls to them.
Kalani turns around to see Irene. The scientist plops themself down beside where Kalani was sitting by the edge of the void, staring out together with them.
"You know, I've been thinking," Irene turns to face Kalani. "We could probably push the pelipper mail experiments further, couldn't we?"
The air seemed have gotten colder as Irene sent them a grin, overly wide and a tad too innocent. Kalani could feel their breathing starting to pick up. Something was wrong, something was really-
the next thing they know, they've been forcefully pulled out of the center into void by a giant yellow beak. Irene's smile only got wider, her features morphing into that of someone else entirely.
"How exciting!" her voice reverberates from the scarily familiar face that was distinctly not hers. "You agree, don't you Kalani?"
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Man, I hate it when I get depressive episodes :/ It just sucks having these fluctuating moods where I feel fantastic and happy, but then feel so much dread, anger, and sadness.
I've gotten better compared to high school, but I still have really bad moments. It doesn't even take much before suddenly I'm in a rut that lasts for a while. And like, I don't necessarily want to hurt myself or anything like that, but at the same time, I'll have days where I wish I could just stop existing.
I'm just so... Tired, y'know? I've been fighting for so long that I don't even know what it's like to not be in constant emotional distress. My body is almost always teetering between fight or flight, and I know I definitely have some form of PTSD. Which is even worse when my anxiety kicks in. :////
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Olrox, honey... Oh honey...
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Gods, to finally fall in love again, only for that guy to call you a beast (derogatory). Don't worry, honey, you were doing your best. I don't blame you for trying to protect him.
(Also, hell yeah, Alucard. But boo cliffhanger...)
Anyway, I maintain that, as interesting as the other characters are and all that, I am far more interested in just following Olrox around.
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