Chat do we think Guardians keep their accents from before their deaths or do they just develop on post resurrection I need this information for my OCS I mean for science
If they were to develop one would it be their ghost's because that's who they spend the most time with immediately after resurrection?
I haven't been playing much destiny with everything out, but the Skimmer dragged me back in kicking and screaming and I love it so much. Happy Guardian Games!
It's unique to each Guardian, the draw of their Light. No two energies are the same. That's why I could pick my brother out from a sea of Stormcallers if I really wanted to show off. I know the crackle of his Arc and the buzz of his Light like I know the weight of his presence, the shape in which he takes up space—it's a signature so electric and so uniquely him. I know it so well that it surprises me when people don't notice him.
But apparently, there's even more to this story. Somethin' I just found out.
See, you spend time with someone for long enough, be intimate with them long enough, and somethin' real funny happens with your Light:
It leaves traces. Imprints.
I go up to my partner and I can feel it. Within the smolderin' furnace of Solar Light radiating from his body, I sense it. It curls through his systems and courses through his mechanical body—a slithering line of Void tanglin' with his Light. It's small, yet its draw is strong. Potent. Heavy. I can feel its presence in my chest like how I feel the snap of a tether when it breaks; it's intrinsic and second-nature, as natural as breathing. I can feel the way his flames interact with it. Instead of swallowin' it, they merely embrace it, envelop it, accept it as if it were one with him.
I found myself wonderin' if he feels it too, that piece of me within him. I wonder if he can feel the mark I've left on what is the closest thing to a soul we have.
Then, I wonder if he's marked me.
I found that if I close my eyes and focus real hard, I can sense it. I can sense the roaring flame within the empty expanse of my Void Light, flickering so brightly within the abyss, refusing to be devoured. Yet the gaping darkness merely cradles it, holds it, kindles it so that it burns for the rest of time.
I can feel the spark of his Light burnin' bright in my chest, warming me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I feel the imprint he's left on me, the piece of him I carry with me everywhere I go.
I feel the marks our Lights have left on each other.