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woolleyluciscayde · 5 years

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Destcember Day 15: Forged In Battle

Back on my medication I go... yay -_- This’ll definitely be a short one due to how tired these pills make me as well as still being pretty sick, and I don’t have many ideas for this one either but hey, I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

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Every Guardian fights battles nearly everyday. Some more than others, especially those who venture out into the world more frequently than those who stay in the Last City.

Which is perhaps why Ash found herself in many, many battles. Spark always considered that trouble was always following her wherever she went, and he put that down to her adventurous spirit and how many enemies she’d made over the years, from Fallen captains to Cabal generals.

But this particular battle was one Ash believed she had to fight alone.

She returned to the Moon, having received intel from her Ghost that the last remaining belongings of her old Fireteam still lurked in the Vex hideout that they’d been murdered inside of. And she was determined to get them back.

However, she’d returned to the Moon without telling anybody where she was going. Not even Cayde.

“Ash really, you should’ve brought backup.” Spark lectured her as she loaded up her beloved hand cannon, given to her by Cayde.

“I don’t want backup for this one Spark. Not this time. I need to do this alone.” She insisted, fiddling with the silver maple leaf hanging on its chain from her neck. She had a habit of doing that if she was worried or scared about something, and fiddling with the necklace comforted her. Spark figured it was probably because Cayde gave it to her, and that it was a home comfort.

“I know. But if things do get rough, I’m calling for backup.”

“If you do, I won’t forgive you.”

“Ash I thought you liked fighting with others? Why won’t you let people help you on this?”

“Correction. I only like fighting with people I trust. And I trust a total of five people. Cayde, Ikora, Holliday, Petra, and you. I’ve been let down enough to know when to not trust people and when to trust them.”

“Yes but-“

“Just drop it. Spark I only fight with those I trust. Hence why I liked and fought alongside my fireteam so much. I-I trusted them. Now they’re gone... I don’t know what I should do. Calling for help just feels like I’m bothering people. So let’s just, get this over with and go home.”

Spark reluctantly hid inside Ash’s backpack as she braced herself to head inside the hideout, which was still riddled with Vex even after she’d cleared it out. Squeezing the maple leaf once for good luck, she raised her hand cannon, and headed inside.

Upon entering, Ash noticed that the Vex hadn’t seen her. The blast of her hand cannon would be heard if she started firing, so she brought out her sword of choice, a weapon she recovered from Mars once called Worldline Zero. Once she had unsheathed it, she used its special technology to teleport behind each Vex guard and run the blade through them.

“Ah, that felt good.” Ash mumbled to herself with a slight smile, trying to ignore the waves of anxiety drowning her all over. As she ventured deeper into the base, taking out Vex one by one as silently as she could with her sword or her bow, the Subtle Calamity, all of the memories of what happened that fateful day hit her each time she encountered a familiar place.

The security room where they’d been knocked unconscious by the defence measures put into place by the Vex.

The room Ash had recovered her weapons from once she’d cleared the Vex out with her Arc Staff.

And the room where she was forced to watch as the Vex shot her friends’ Ghosts, and then them.

Hanging on the wall in that very room, like hunting trophies, were their weapons that Ash had failed to retrieve. But she couldn’t reach them yet.

Because the Vex had found her.

To start with, she could handle them. The firing of her hand cannon echoing through the halls of the hideaway. But as the Vex kept swarming, Ash knew she’d be overpowered eventually. It was at this point she knew Spark would be telling her ‘I told you so’ for not bringing backup, and she dreaded it.

And so, with a heavy heart, and many final thoughts running through her head, Ash prepared for the worst as the Vex forced her down onto the floor.

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She thought she was dead. But the familiar sound of a hand cannon being fired as well as a shotgun and the burning of a Raze Lighter filled her ringing ears as she opened her eyes, as well as many other guns being fired. She’d passed out from a Vex hitting her over the head, but then she saw the black and white hand cannon barrel above her, and she knew who her rescuers were.

The Ace of Spades.

Spark had called Cayde for backup.

Once Cayde was sure that the Vex were gone, he holstered his hand cannon and headed over to Ash, who was still sprawled out on the floor.

“Somebody called and said you needed backup?” He told her as he crouched down next to her, helping her sit up.

“Damn Spark... always knowing what’s right.” Ash smirked, trying to shrug off how ashamed of herself she felt. And then she looked around and saw Ikora, Lord Shaxx, Suraya Hawthorne and Zavala in the room with her as well.

“Can I ask why you came out here alone? Why didn’t you ask for help?”

“Because I didn’t want to. I wanted to come out here alone. I had to. I had to retrieve their guns myself... destroy these bastards myself. I... have a hard time trusting people to fight with. And you’re always busy, so I couldn’t ask you.”

“Ash honey, I know what you mean. It’s hard to trust people after the things you’ve been through. But, I promise you, everybody here is always gonna be here for you if you need some help. If we weren’t, would we have come out here to help you?”

Ash knew he had a valid point. They had all willingly come to help her in her time of need in a grungy Vex hideout buried in the ground of the Moon. And she hadn’t asked them to. Spark asked Cayde to help, but the others willingly followed.

“We’re always gonna be here to help you, Toriel.” Hawthorne smirked. “Even if you’re a stubborn pain in the ass.”

“Really?” Ash questioned as she stood up, dusting herself off.

“Of course Ash. That’s what friends are for. But we need you to let us help you.” Ikora informed her, a smile spreading across her lips.

Ash could tell they were all being genuine with their promise, and so she gestured for them all to come in for a hug, tears leaking out of her eyes at the realisation she’d come across; it was okay to ask for help if she really needed it, and that those who care would always be willing to help.

And she realised that forged in that battle, was a newfound feeling of trust amongst people who she was proud to call them her friends, and that made Ash feel a lot better

#meh #not a big fan of this one #oh well #cayde-6 #ashlynn grace toriel #cayde x ash #destcember2018 #destcember #ikora rey #lord shaxx #zavala #suraya hawthorne

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dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd · 6 years

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He smol but he means it. For @littleshebear

#Zavala x lord shaxx #Zavala x hawthorne?#Zavala x Cayde-6 #Zavala x Piax #commander zavala #Zavala #oc: Piax

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fireteam-survivor · 6 years

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So I have hand written the next chapter of The Aftermath so I shall type it up tomorrow morning whilst my rats are running round their play pen and my partner is putting pictures up... finally.

Only had the pictures sat waiting for 3 years.

#destiny ps4 #destiny #destiny the game #destiny 2 #destiny fanfiction #destiny game #oc sera #zavala x oc #destiny oc #oc luca #oc arjic #oc x commander zavala #commander zavala x guardian #commander zavala #cayde 6 #ikora rey #suraya hawthorne #the chicken #tomorrow morning

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caydesgirl-uldrensprincess · 4 years

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My thoughts on Destiny Ships.

Honestly, this all my view on how I see the characters interact with each other. I'm not homophobic or transphobic, it's just my view on certain ships (like Uldren x Jolyon).

Shaxx x Mara: This is a good ship, but I think this nothing more than that one time that Shaxx said that he wanted to sleep Mara that started the whole ship in the first place. (Or is it the other way around? IDK, can't remember).

Cayde x Eris: Not a fan, I feel like they're more of a the bickering siblings sort. Like they don't like each other, but they can tolerate each other.

Uldren x Jolyon: Not a fan either. I get that they were close and I would agree Uldren is sexually attracted to both men and women. But I never could see them more than just best friends or brothers of sorts. Jolyon was the only true friend Uldren actually had and could act himself around. It breaks my heart that Uldren never recognized Jolyon as he was sent to the Prison of Elders.

Osiris x Saint-14: MY OTP!! I ABSOLUTELY love these two together. I get the whole reason why this ship exists and I love it! Two old dudes who are in love and its perfect!

Shaxx x Saladin: I ship, but I high key think its sorta weird. IDK why, I just do.

Cayde x Andal: Candal is a great ship! I mean, they are gay for each other, but I'm not a shipper. I only say this, is because Cayde referred to Andal as his "Brother" more than once in his lore books. I see this as a strict bromance and not a romance.

Ikora x Eris: I ship. This ship is respectable. Two smart lesbians are a total powerhouse.

Mara x Sjur: YEASSS QUEENS, SLAY!

Devrim x Mark: They were already married so I support 100%. They raised their adoptive lesbian daughter together.

Ikora x Cayde: No. I don’t ship what so ever! I know the pair of them were really close, but no.

Drifter x Shin: I ship, but I low key think that this was just a mutual friendship.

Drifter x Eris: This is new. Okay, I ship. I think that they would make a cute couple.

Shaxx x Zavala: I have mad respects for this ship.

Cayde x Shiro: Yes!!!! I 100% ship this!

Saladin x Shiro: um, sure...

Cayde x Hawthorne: No, just, no.

Holliday x Hawthorne: YES!!

#destiny #bungie #destiny 2 #uldren sov #prince uldren #cayde-6 #prince uldren sov #ikora rey #guardian uldren #zavala #the drifter #eris morn #amanda holliday #devrim kay #lord shaxx #lord saladin #saint 14 #osiris

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starl1ght-child · 4 years

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Commander Zavala for the ask thingy maybe? :3

Commander Zavala

How I feel about this character: Brilliant, intelligent, and so stricken with grief, but he still finds a way to tell you he’s proud of you.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Ikora Rey, his dead wife because I really want to write a fic for him where his wife comes back as a Guardian and he gets a second chance at life with her.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Cayde-6, Lord Shaxx, Lord Saladin, Suraya Hawthorne, Amanda Holliday

My unpopular opinion about this character: For the Vanguard Commander, Zavala doesn’t really seem to do much commanding other than strikes. We’re almost always working for someone else before Zavala even knows about it.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish Zavala would spend a little more time with Amanda.

my OTP: Commander Zavala x Ikora Rey

my cross over ship: [N/A]

a headcanon fact: Zavala has a little memorial hidden in his office to his wife, and he changes the flowers in the vase weekly.

asks are now closed, thanks for playing! <3

#answered asks #destiny #destiny 2 #commander zavala #guardian-diana

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seigephoenix · 5 years

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Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day

Did this on my anime sideblog! Time for here. *cracks knuckles* Let's do this.

@dredgen-ding - A+ Destiny content. I love her Cayde x Nevia and Drifter x Nevia. She is the reason I like Drifter.

@thedistantstorm - Zavala x Hawthorne, Guardian x Zavala, and I cannot fail to mention the PWP OT3 smut!! Yes!!

@littleshebear - Also a writer of Zavala x Hawthorne. I would be remiss if I didn't say I was on the protect Krios squad.

@dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd - Excellent, A+ Eliksni smut. Hits my alien fucker kinks. And if y'all followed me this long and didn't realize I was an alien fucker (I'm looking at you Mass Effect), then I'm sorry?

@barbex - Dragon Age, Mass Effect fic here! Absolutely give her a follow. Shakarian fix for real!!

@vorchagirl - I can't recommend Lena enough for the Mass Effect feels. Shenko, Shega, Reyder. Her romance novel AU helped spawn my own.

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littleshebear · 5 years

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I regret to inform you that I am back on my Steelponcho bullshit and am misappropriating quotes from the Princess Bride. Carry on.

#incorrect destiny quotes #Destiny #Commander Zavala #Suraya Hawthorne #zavala x hawthorne #Steelponcho #Let them be happy bungie #they're the best #chicken nuggets and bagpipe music til the end of time

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thedistantstorm · 4 years

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Dawning Delights 12: Dawning Surprise Pt. 3

Summary: Hawthorne invites her newfound family in the Tower to experience a City-Style Dawning with the family that took her in years ago. The holiday is not without it’s charm, or aggravation, and certainly has plenty of surprises in store. A season-inspired, trope-tastic story about a family forged by something greater than blood, finding reasons to enjoy the season - and cherish each other. Main Post

Pairings: Hawthorne/Zavala, Sloane/Amanda, Devrim/Marc

“Well,” Suraya supposes, looking at the crates in the cellar, “I guess I know why we have so much champagne now.”

“Do you think it will be enough?” Marc asks, squeaking every so often when the dim light manages to catch on her rock. She flicks her hand dramatically on purpose and Marc claps, he’s so excited. “Listen, kiddo, the second - and I mean THE SECOND this holiday is over, we are planning the most amazing event this City as ever seen.”

“Dad,” She deadpans, “I’ve been engaged for about forty-five minutes. You’ve got time.”

“I know. I’m just so happy for you.” Suraya looks worried he might devolve into tears, but he simply pats her shoulders. “I’m just happy you get to have this. I know things were-”

“Yeah,” She agrees, setting the crate she’d been about to lift back onto a shelf. Marc hugs her, tightly. She presses her tongue to the roof of her mouth, continuing thickly, “I’m happy, too.”

“Ugh. Okay. No more of this. We’re going to happy cry with Amanda enough as it is.” He settles things with a resolute gaze. “I’ll grab the good champagne from the fridge down here, you grab this crate and bring it up for when everyone else arrives. I’ll make sure we have plenty in the fridge down here as backup.” He taps her nose affectionately, watching as she scrunches it, flushing. He hasn’t done that since she was a child, though, so instead of her usual grunt of embarrassment she can't help but smile, albeit reluctantly. “Tonight, we celebrate.”

Ikora is brushing snow off her robes when Suraya comes up the stairs to the main floor. Ophiuchus appears beside her, looking rather expectantly in Suraya's direction. Taking a quick detour through the kitchen to drop the wine on the counter, she heads to the front door.

Zavala is elsewhere, likely with Devrim in his study. She won't be surprised if they begin trading classics, her father's literature collection has been passed down for generations. It's legendary.

"I hope you don't mind that I let myself in," She says, handing Suraya the wine she'd brought.

"No, not at all. Can I get you a drink?"

"Absolutely."

"Wait,” A quieter voice comes after Suraya has given them her back, heading into the kitchen. “Are we not going to ask? He did it, right?”

The Warlock holds up a hand to quiet him.

“I would have thought Zavala’s told him the second it was done,” Hawthorne comments idly, placing Ikora’s bottle beside another to chill. Facing them once more, she nods to Ophiuchus, who still looks at her rather optimistically for confirmation. “Guess not. You two knew about it?”

“I held onto the ring for a month so you wouldn’t find it by accident.” Ikora doesn’t shrug, but her weight shifts ever so slightly to her right. It makes the same statement. “Zavala was…” She tips her head, “Concerned.”

“He’s always concerned,” Suraya answers. “You know.”

“I do.” She raises her eyebrows. “So?”

“So,” The Clan Overseer smiles, ducking her head. “Obviously you know that he-”

“Yes.”

“That’s what I said?” She tries, sheepish.

Marc scoffs from the other entrance to the kitchen. “That was the line you went with?” He brushes past her to greet Ikora, setting the bottle of champagne he’d brought up with him on the counter. “Oh, give me this,” He says, yanking Suraya’s hand up to chin-level. “Of course she said yes.”

“Dad!”

“Hush,” He admonishes her before addressing Ikora. “He did great,” Marc confirms. “Little nervous, but it was-” He looks up, eyelids fluttering. “I could cry thinking about it.”

Ikora smiles. “Good.” She takes Suraya’s hand, prying it gently from Marc’s to inspect the ring. “He has good taste.”

“It’s really nice, yeah?” Suraya gestures to the ring with her other hand.

“I meant his choice in a partner,” She retorts, golden brown eyes lifting from the diamond to meet Suraya’s. Warmly, she says, “Congratulations.”

It elicits a bashful laugh. “Wow,” Suraya gushes, stunned at the praise. “Thank you.”

“Take good care of him.”

The implication goes unsaid, but Suraya takes it seriously. “I will.”

“I know you will.” Ikora’s lips curve deviously. “Where is he, anyway?”

“I’ll go get them,” Marc offers, spinning on his heel. “You two pop the bubbly.”

When they're alone, Ikora murmurs, "I had to change the plan."

"Obviously," Suraya says, though it's clear it hadn't been on her mind at all, because she blinks in confusion as if just remembering how things were to go. Ophiuchus feels the naggling sensation of Ikora being right through their connection though the Warlock doesn't display it obviously in her body language. "Where's Amanda?"

"There was a snag," The Warlock crosses her arms. "Shaxx nearly ruined everything. I salvaged it as best I could."

"Insensitive?" Suraya pops open the champagne.

"To say the least."

"Well, we knew there'd be a wrench thrown in there somewhere," Hawthorne comments. "I feel bad that she wasn't surprised, though."

"She was. Not as much as she would have been, considering she was too busy yelling at me beforehand, but," Ikora's eyes narrow in thought, not focusing on anything physical. She blinks, and the trance is broken. "She's grateful. There were tears."

"Sorry you had to handle it on your own," Hawthorne answers, pouring her some champagne. "You got hit with the brunt of the secret-keeping, didn't you?"

"A bit," She says wryly. "It's nice to know I can finally relax without worrying about the logistics."

"Well, for what it's worth, I appreciate it. I was really surprised."

The cordiality on Ikora's face softens into something kinder. She takes a sip of her champagne. "Good."

Amanda flings open the door, Sloane trailing behind. She doesn't knock; Marc had yelled at her for it exactly once (she was to make herself at home) and frankly, Amanda can appreciate that kind of familiarity. She only lets go of Sloane's hand long enough to take her boots off, toeing them off in an easy way that still surprises her partner considering one leg is synthweave and alloy plating.

She grins up at her partner when her Ghost appears to quietly wisk their footwear away. It's not novel in the sense that a Ghost is transmatting her things; Zavala's used to do that when she was much younger and she works with Guardians every day. It's the familiarity that warms her. Being lumped in with Sloane - who is here, with her (IN PERSON!!) - just gives her the warm and fuzzies on the inside.

Sloane's presence doesn't loom over her, necessarily, but she is a good head taller and twice as wide with them shoulders of hers. Amanda can feel her breath on the back of her neck, an inhale that's a bit too long, and she knows for sure that Sloane is the most deserving of this holiday than any of them.

"Smells good, right?"

"Yeah," Sloane answers, taking it all in. "Very."

"Don't be shy about eatin'. Marc cooks a ton of food. He knows what a Titan's appetite is like." She grins. "'Sides, tomorrow's the big feast. This is just tapas 'n whatnot."

"Fancy lingo, Flygirl," She murmurs back, pressing her lips against Amanda's head, just behind her ear.

"It's about time you two made it," Ikora says, playfully, slipping out of the kitchen. Behind her, there's the sound of someone removing things from an oven, setting something up in the counter. "We were beginning to wonder if you got lost."

Laughing, Amanda steps away from Sloane to hug Ikora. She's done a lot of that today, considering, but the Warlock seems to accept it a lot less stiltedly than she had earlier. Though, considering the half-full glass of wine in her hand, perhaps she's loosened up a bit.

Devrim rounds the corner next, and Sloane lets Amanda drag her towards him. "I'm so happy you're here," The Shipwright gushes. The militiaman lifts her just a touch, returning her bearhug just as tightly.

"I'm just as happy to be here, I assure you." His bright blue eyes meet Sloane's when he looks up. "Ah, Deputy Commander."

"Just Sloane is fine," She replies, shaking his hand. "Thank you for having me."

"It's our pleasure. My husband and I have always enjoyed entertaining. This time of year is best shared with the ones we love, hmm?"

"You're right about that," Sloane agrees, while Amanda hums in similar approval.

"Do come in, though," Devrim gestures to the living room Ikora's gone into. "Marc will be out shortly to dote on you both, I'm sure." Amanda laughs at that - Sloane has no idea what she's in for - as he continues, "I'll get you both a drink if that's alright?"

"Please," They answer in unison, looking to each other with a laugh.

"Will do. Make yourselves at home." He pats Sloane's shoulder as he goes the opposite way from Ikora. The Deputy Commander lets Amanda drag her the other way, into the living room.

It's not quite a hug, nor is it simply a handshake Sloane shares with Zavala. Not that she can think about the gesture, because the cool blue of his eyes is cut by Amanda screaming chaotically in thankfulness as she tackles Hawthorne beside him.

She hugs Amanda back fiercely, and if Amanda cries a little, the Clan Stewardess doesn't look bothered.

"Nice to see you," Sloane greets her, when Amanda finally steps back, wanting to hug Zavala next. "Sorry your plan went to hell."

"Worked out just fine." Like Devrim, she shakes Sloane's hand. "I'm just glad you got here."

"Me too. It's nice to finally meet you."

"Likewise." She nods toward the rest of the furniture surrounding the fireplace. "I'm sure one of my dads or this one," She motions to Amanda, "Told you, but make yourself at home, okay? Seriously." She rejoins Zavala, letting him pull her down and against him as if to make more sitting room beside her on the oversized sectional.

"Weird, isn't it?" Amanda whispers, dropping beside Suraya and indicating for Sloane to join her. "You'll get used to it."

Devrim appears with champagne - and an extra beer for Sloane, before resuming his position in the armchair. "I was told you might need some extra fortification. And that this was your favorite."

"It is," Sloane agrees, "Though my tolerance isn't what it used to be," She jokes. Amanda nudges up against her side.

"Well," Devrim shrugs, helping himself to his own refreshment, "You'll find you're in good company here. And that you're welcome to overindulge. We're celebrating, after all. No one will fault you."

"Didn't think we'd jump right to the champagne, honestly," Amanda comments dryly. Doesn't stop her from clinking her glass against Sloane's and draining half of it in one go.

"Nothing wrong with celebrating," Zavala intones coolly. His hand covers Suraya's, squeezing once before he rises, waving Devrim off before he can get to his feet. "I've got it," He informs the other man. "You've more than earned yourself some downtime."

"That almost sounded like an order," Ikora muses, that sarcastic edge to her voice. "You might want to-"

"Oh, don't tease him," Marc yells from the kitchen, as if he can see the wide-eyed embarrassment flit across Zavala's face. "He knows his way around." The sound of another bottle of bubbly being popped cuts through the ambient sounds of cooking on the other side of the house. "Take the bottle back with you," Marc says, pushing him out of the kitchen, hot on his heels. "Amanda!"

"Bout time y'came out here to see me!" She launches herself up to standing, accepting the kiss that comes with Marc's hug. She turns to Sloane, who rises beside her to greet their other host, "An' this-"

"Amanda, she is even more beautiful in person! Look at her!" Suraya snorts at Sloane's bashful confusion. "She's gorgeous, built, and that smile, oh." Amanda can't help but beam. "Great taste."

"You're too kind," Sloane says, rubbing the back of her head. "I'm the lucky one, really."

"Modest and charismatic, too," He comments, opening his arms before Sloane can extend a hand to him. "Darling, come here and hug me. Don't let these two-" He gestures to his husband and child respectively, "Fool you. We're a hugging household."

Sloane is surprised, but hugs the smaller man, laughing when he whispers that she can put her back into it.

"Girl, I see it," Marc comments to Amanda when they part. "I totally see it." That, combined with Marc's teasing once-over has Sloane blushing.

"Alright, let the woman rest, Marc. She's had a long trip and she doesn't need you heckling her."

"Darling," Marc quips, hazel eyes narrowing, as his tone takes a playful turn. "Are you jealous?"

"Hardly." Devrim's smirk is wry. "He's all bluster, I assure you. I'd be rolling my eyes if I wasn't so terribly fond of him and his antics. Speaking of," He yanks his husband down so that he can whisper in Marc's ear. Marc squeals, clapping once.

"Okay, okay," Marc agrees, taking the opportunity to lean in for a kiss. "You taste like expensive brandy." He licks his lips, taking a sip from Devrim's glass. "Remind me to have some of this later, when we're out of bubbly. It's good."

"You're funny, Marc. By the time we're out of champagne, you don't know the difference."

"You're sorely underestimating this group," Ikora interjects.

"I don't know how Shaxx does it," Zavala comments, "But I've seen him upend a pub and wake up the next morning like he's had a night in."

"Must be nice," Amanda grumbles. "I'll be nursin' coffee until dinner tomorrow if I get smashed t'night."

Marc waves a hand. "I have enough espresso in that kitchen," He jerks a thumb toward it, To power this City for at least a week."

Shaxx and Saladin don't arrive until later. The skies have begun to darken outside with the coming night, though it's only mid-afternoon. Surprisingly, they are not arguing. Shaxx almost appears cowed.

In fact, he certainly is when he lays eyes on Sloane and she tilts her head in a silent question, as if to ask if he's going to man up and apologize for upsetting her partner. Before he can, Amanda, decidedly gracious - and in a much better mood - yanks him into a hug and tells him he's an idiot, but a lucky one, since Ikora saved the day.

Suraya and Zavala are in the kitchen, Shaxx had breezed by them without so much as a word, blustering into the parlour. Saladin, however, did not, following Shaxx in hesitantly as they did not knock (even if it would be for the best as Shaxx doesn't always do gentle well with inanimate objects) and waiting to be beckoned further. He's met with Marc, who introduces himself without the flare he normally exudes and gestures behind him, as if already sensing the Iron Lord's concern.

"They're in the kitchen. I think they wanted to give you the news without everyone around. Amanda still hasn't cottoned on."

"Really?" The old wolf takes a second to look over at the festivities. It appears everyone is enjoying themselves, even with the addition of Shaxx and his brand of loud nonsense. "Surprising."

"I'll say," Marc replies, amused. "My daughter is not particularly subtle. I'd imagine since Sloane hasn't reacted either that they're too busy making puppy-dog eyes at each other to pay attention to the goings on around them."

"Of course." Not that it's undeserving, Sloane works hard and plays hard, she's a Titan through and through. And Amanda, of course, has always been dear to Saladin, since she'd been a third of her size and taken under Zavala's metaphorical wing.

Saladin would never admit to having a bias, but with Shaxx as he was, it made favoring his younger protege far easier. With Marc's blessing, he allows himself to linger in the doorway leading to the kitchen.

It isn't Zavala that sees him first. Suraya nudges him with a hip, and he turns away from whatever he'd been eating over the counter.

Their collective staring contest lasts all of two seconds.

"Well?" He barks, sounding abrasive out of context.

They look to each other and he sees it: the small, shared smile. Not smug or haughty, it's simply an awed look, as if neither of them can quite believe it's happened.

"I asked," Zavala informs him, "And Suraya accepted."

"Congratulations," He replies, the smile in his tone also lifting the corners of his lips in the real thing. When he holds out his hands, Suraya steps into his embrace. Taller, but just as solid as her fiance, Saladin's version of a hug smells like a campfire and winter winds. It lasts for a moment longer than she's expecting, but in a way it almost feels like a rite of passage.

When he pulls Zavala in, it's with a palm on the back of his neck, and something whispered in that molten rumble that Suraya cannot quite hear even in close quarters. That doesn't matter, though. She can see her partner relax into it and nod, knows that whatever has been said, it's heartfelt and meant for him only.

“There’s a whole lotta huggin’ goin’ on in there,” Amanda drawls from outside the kitchen. She pads in and helps herself to one of the myriad appetizers sprawled out: a little roll-up filled with steamed cabbage and carrots with a sweet-chili sauce. She licks some of the runny sauce off her fingers before she asks them, “We havin’ a moment or…”

Sloane's hushed voice cuts through the silence that follows her partner in, also in the market for appetizers. “Wait," She pauses, leaning against the doorway, stunned. "How long have you two been engaged?"

“What?” Amanda turns to her partner. "They're not-" She looks back, seeing Hawthorne's bashful but excited nodding, Zavala's radiant, confident smile.

"Two, maybe three hours now?" Suraya looks to Zavala. "It must have been-"

"I've been sitting next to you for an hour and you just forgot to tell me you're ENGAGED?!"

"I'll get more champagne," Zavala sighs, turning away, but a lightning-fast grab by Amanda returns him to his previous position.

"Oh no you don't. You're not going anywhere."

"I was only going to the refrigerator," Zavala gestures to the appliance, half a meter away.

"No."

"Okay?"

"Shaxx," Amanda calls over her shoulder. "Get in here."

To the music of thundering steps, Suraya says," We were wondering how long it would take," Her mezzoalto voice dipping in concern. "It wasn't like we were hiding it, I waved this thing," She holds up her hand, "In front of like twice."

"Yeah, I know." Amanda's expression is unreadable, looking to the doorway.

"Wait, what?"

Suraya's confused question is cut short by Shaxx's interruption.

"Oh, bollocks."

The blonde grins. "Pay up."

"You had a bet?" Zavala looks down at her incredulously. "Seriously?"

Laughing, she retorts, "We made this waaay back. You're obvious."

Shaxx growls, "You couldn't have waited for Crimson Days?"

Zavala's reply is resolute. "No."

"Eva was convinced it would happen in the spring," Holliday elaborates, whirling around on the Crucible Handler. "So don't you tell her she's lost. Let these two-" Her hand drops to her side and she spins back in a child-like, dizzying movement, "The hell am I thinkin'." She tackles them in a brief but intense hug, Zavala's hand on Hawthorne's back keeping them from backing into the cabinets. "I'm so happy," She tells them, when she steps back, eyes misty and bright. "Damn champagne shoulda tipped me off." She shrugs, composing herself. "Besides, Sloane’s the more observational one of us, anyway"

"I'm still trying to take it all in, Amanda, you can't put this on me," Sloane holds up her hands, hasty. "I mean- Wow, congratulations," She gestures towards the couple. "I'm just-"

"Me too," Suraya agrees. Sloane is certainly not the only one who is a bit overwhelmed by the day's events. Zavala kisses her temple, and it's as overt as they've ever really been about PDA in the presence of others. So of course, Shaxx erupts in a mocking coo, and Saladin takes joy in dragging him from the room without giving him any liquor.

Zavala takes pity on him and brings him his own bottle of champagne. Shaxx makes a show of throwing back the entire bottle in one go, bubbles be damned, earning both of them Saladin's disapproval and Marc's utter fascination. Suraya perches herself between her parents and watches the chaos unfurl.

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Cayde-6 x Reader: The Trigger Ch. 3

Word count: 1904 Pairing: Cayde-6 (Destiny) x Female Reader Contains: Rating eventually up to mature/explicit. Cayde being Cayde, hunting, trips into the EDZ, bickering

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Confidence usually grew with experience and experience was more valuable than Glimmer outside the walls of the Last City. The inhabitants of the wilds only traded in lives.

The bow string tensed in a swift, fluid motion with no time for thoughts to surface. Sharp gaze found its target quickly and stayed on it. There was almost nothing that could stop the predator about to pounce on its prey. And success always felt good.

Success, when your life literally depended on it, felt even better. The sweet rush of adrenaline, all instincts strained to their maximum capability. The focus. Your quickened but steady heartbeats were the foundation of the effort. Your body was the actor.

For the time of an exhale, the forest around you was still and silent. Only the sharpest ears could’ve been able to hear the air splitting. The mild pumping of adrenaline pounded in your ears with each beat as you waited.

Cayde’s admiring inhale of surprise was the first sign that your arrow had hit its mark. Not surprising, but satisfying nonetheless. The deer was taking its last breath as Cayde hurried to release it from its suffering.

“Nice shot!” he complimented and you saw how he eyed the bow in your hands with a glint in his optics. The background noise returned with a snap.

“Thanks,” you said quietly and looked over at the animal. It was a female of average size, probably a bit on the older side. Its movements had been slower than of the one from before. An easy kill, but it was probably for the best. Some other predator would’ve soon snuffed its life out.

As usual, you clicked on the communication device in your ear and waited for someone to answer. After the Guardian had made rounds around the EDZ, the connections had gotten a lot better. Begrudgingly you had to admit things would’ve been a lot worse without her. It was hard not to be thankful, especially since everyone around you, Suraya included, seemed to worship her.

“Come in,” a familiar voice from the survey unit replied. He wasn’t a Guardian, but he had worked at the Tower before the invasion attack. That didn’t make you like him more.

“Ready for transmatting,” you said as you eyed the deer. It was a good catch. You had been lucky.

“Copy that. Just a moment…”

You waited for a few seconds, trying to ignore the look on Cayde’s face. His gaze was glued to the bow in your hand and his head was tilted in a thoughtful gesture.

“Ready to receive whenever.” A hint of an amused chuckle got through the coms. “You were quick today.”

You didn’t reply but drew in a sigh.

Cayde’s Ghost circled around the animal and projected a transmat beam over it.

“Transmatting now,” Sundance said.

The comm device buzzed and clicked once in your ear before the clearance order got through. It was another thing that was hard to admit but having a Ghost along in the wilds did have its benefits. Unfortunately, it was always a package deal with a Guardian.

You let your posture relax and turned to Cayde.

He jumped to his feet from the ground and cheered. “We’re a good team! High-five! No? Okay. No high-five.”

You left him hanging and continued walking. A small pool of blood was all that was left of the deer and you felt relieved in a sense. It wouldn’t matter if you didn’t find anything else to hunt that day. Your daily quota had been hit for several upcoming days.

“Alright, that’s it then?” Cayde asked in a hopeful tone and swept dirt off his backside.

You bit your lip and let your eyes wander around the forest. The sun was still high, and the sky was clear. It would be a shame to waste such a clear day but staying in the wilds with Cayde wasn’t tempting either. Going back early for a proper rest wouldn’t be so bad once in a while. The Farm had nothing to worry about food-wise so there was no sense in trying to find more prey than what was currently needed.

“I guess,” you said when you couldn’t think of anything better to imply the hunt was concluded for the time being.

“Sooo, we go back now?” Cayde inquired.

You shrugged while walking. “You can stay here if you want.”

He hurried after you. “I know I said it already, but I’ll say it again: Great team. Us.”

“I don’t really do team,” you replied dubiously. It almost felt bad to shoot Cayde’s enthusiasm down like that, but you weren’t up for a bonding session with a Guardian.

“Okay, let’s just stay in the basics, then. I’ve got your back and you’ve got mine. That sort of thing.” He wasn’t ready to give up and as annoying as it was, it was slightly moving.

“I won’t hesitate to leave you to the wolves.”

“Ouch!”

Almost a full minute of walking in silence ensued with Cayde grinning behind your back.

“Can I say something else?” he asked, definitely not about to wait for your permission, “It’s been kinda rough for these past few days, but you’re making it hella lot easier for a lot of people.”

You cast a sideways glance at his sincere tone.

“Right. Where’s this coming from?” you asked.

Cayde shook his head, amused. “Can’t take a compliment, can you?”

“Not really.”

“Anyways, this was great. I’m looking forward to the next trip already. Now how far is the Farm? I’m craving a sandwich…” Cayde babbled, his voice trailing off in your ears as you focused on finding the right path.

Having someone cheer for you had left an unknown sense of warmth. You didn’t know how to deal with something like that. You quickly settled into the familiarity of ignoring most of what Cayde was saying, but his presence no longer felt like having a pebble in your shoe. It was almost comforting to hear someone talking as you trekked through the woods. And he didn’t expect you to reply anything besides the occasional mumble.

It was weird. As if he was constantly trying to cheer you up.

After walking for over an uneventful hour, Cayde began to pester you about taking a break.

“Oh man, my legs are killing me!”

He slumped onto the trunk of a fallen tree. You gingerly followed him, leaving a wide gap between you two.

“I don’t know how you do this every day,” he continued, blue optics fixated into you.

The forest around you was still and silent. Apart from the occasional chirping and faint rustling, the gentle wind blowing between the trees was the only sound. The midday wasn’t popular time for animals to be moving around.

You stretched your legs, reaching your fingertips towards your toes. “You’re just out of shape, Mister Vanguard.”

“Oi! That’s unnecessary and rude. Aaand probably true,” Cayde admitted with a chuckle that you joined into without realizing it.

It was good to stop to just breathe the fresh air once in a while. It was rejuvenating. You reached your arms up towards the sky and breathed in deeply.

Cayde cleared his throat.

“There’s something I wanted to ask.”

You turned to look at the Exo, brows lightly scrunched in suspicion. “Then ask.”

“What if…” Cayde began in a sly tone and it already drew a slight sigh out of you.

“Yeees?”

“Let’s say I wanted to, uhh, pull my weight here. What should I do?” He stared at you, completely, uncharacteristically serious.

“Stay out of my way,” you wanted to say but bit your tongue. If the Guardian really wanted to make himself useful, you shouldn’t shoot him down. Or Suraya would shoot you down as soon as she would hear about it.

Cayde looked at you intently, waiting for a reply.

“You need a bow,” you finally said.

“YES!”

“Talk to Hawthorne about it. Tell her I said so.”

“I will. Thanks.” He pointed finger guns at you and you rolled your eyes, hard. “Y’know how I said I’ve missed going out? They can never make me go back in.”

“Who’s ‘they’?” you asked, though the answer obviously included the Vanguard Commander.

Cayde shrugged. “Zavala and Ikora, I guess? Okay it hasn’t been that bad, but still…” Cayde looked up to the sun peeking behind the treetops.

Your gaze lingered on the happy expression on his face. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

“Hey, are you hungry? I think I still have a snack bar in here somewhere…” Cayde shoved his hands into his pockets and pulled out something wrapped in bright green. “Wanna share?”

You cast a dubious look at him. “Is that what you eat in the City these days? ‘Cause I’d rather starve.”

“What? Oh no, we do have real food. Like… ramen!” Cayde suddenly looked dreamily at the sky, the snack bar still hanging in his hand. “Man, I miss ramen.”

“So I’ve heard. Like a nine thousand times during these past few days,” you quipped.

Cayde turned to look at you and snapped the bar in half. He offered the food to you. “Well, if things turn out as well as they should, I’ll treat you a bowl when this is over.”

You were taken aback by his sudden offer and the wistful tone. Maybe he really did consider you a some sort of friend? You accepted the bar. It tasted like paper, so no surprise there.

“You think it’ll go down in your favor? Things are looking pretty bad for you guys…” you asked quietly as you munched the snack bar.

“Of course! You’ve got nothing to worry about,” Cayde said instantly, “Zavala is on it. Ikora too… And we have the Guardian. We could really have a shot at turning this around. Don’t you think?”

You cast your eyes to the forest floor and pursed your mouth into a thin line. You shouldn’t have asked. The snack bar was crumbling in your grip.

Cayde squinted at you. “What?”

Your eyes snapped up to look at him, realizing your reaction had been utterly suspicious. “Huh?”

“What’s with the long face?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

“You don’t like Guardians but–”

“That’s not it!” you yelped. “I do want you to get the City back.”

“More room for you in the forest, eh?” Cayde tossed the leftovers of the bar into his mouth. He didn’t sound too convinced. “I don’t know who rubbed you in the wrong way, but not all Guardians are that bad. Look at me, for example! I’m great!” He pointed at himself with a thumb.

“’Not all Guardians…’” you muttered under your breath. Cayde was right, of course, but you really didn’t want to continue talking about it.

“I’m curious, y’know,” he said in a vain attempt at making you talk, but it only made anxiety rise bile into your throat.

“I bet you are.” You hopped off the log and shook your legs a bit. “Let’s go.”

“What? Already? It’s been like three minutes since we sat down!” Cayde whined but jumped down too. He didn’t really have a choice. Or he did, but that one was to anger Zavala by getting separated from you and getting lost in the wilds of the EDZ. And Cayde was rather fond of the last life the Light had left him.

“Okay, wait up! I’m coming!”

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What was your highest and/or lowest point? - Avia / How do you unwind or comfort yourself? - Scarlet / If you could take over any NPC’s job, who would it be and why? -Eden

What was your highest and/or lowest point? - Avia

“My highest point? I – I don’t know. Taking down Oryx, I guess? What? Yeah, I know it’s an easy answer, give me a break.

Alright, fine, fine! My highest point… Taking back the City from Ghaul. It was overwhelming enough when the Traveler gave me my Light back, I thought – I thought I wouldn’t be deserving of it, not again. It had already given me a second chance that i’m still not sure I deserved. Using it to take down that monster, to free the Traveler and awaken it again? Don’t get me wrong i’m not – my thoughts on the Traveler are a different thing altogether. But, if i’m being honest? To be chosen once was something I could never wrap my head around. A second time, at the shard? I felt – like I had a purpose. Like I was worthy, this time.

My lowest point is easy. I trusted Petra. I followed her through the Prison, I left Cayde and Rook to go with her on the promise that shutting down the riot would be ‘like old times’. I should have known. I should have. I don’t care what Rook says about him and Cayde getting split apart, I don’t care what Cayde said about it not being anyones fault. It’s – it’s mine. Every time anything I love gets close to the Reef, within reaching distance of the Awoken or that wretched Queen, they get hurt. And I can never stop it, I should know by now.

I should have known. I should have been there. I should have done something.”

How do you unwind or comfort yourself? - Scarlet-2

“Usually at the incessant persuading of Eden. I maintain that I don’t need rest in the same way that she and Avia do, my body is simply different. Nevertheless she insists, and I acquiesce.

Whilst I do most of my research and work alone, when in need of ‘rest’ I prefer company. So for many years now, when we get a spare moment Eden takes me into the City. If she can pull Avia away (which she usually does) we walk around together in civilian clothes. There’s a tea shop over a lake that Eden enjoys.

I enjoy these moments. I don’t often need or even seek comfort, but when I do I cast my mind back to times like these in my meditations. I think of Avia wrapping her arms around her middle as we walk through the streets and slowly getting more comfortable as the day goes on. I think of the ring on her finger and the way she smiles like a young child when Eden asks about Rook. Or the way she glows when speaking of Grier, the young Warlocks solar energy practically alighting her even when away from one another.

I think of Eden leading the charge as she always does, talking to anyone and everyone along the markets. Buying flowers to put behind Avias’ ear, indulging in little trinkets that she doesn’t need just to bring a smile to someones face. I think of how she suits the City, of the people who recognise her and their children who hide behind legs but want to get a peek at a Guardian.

I cherish these days.”

If you could take over any NPC’s job, who would it be and why? - Eden

“Goodness! I mean, no one needs taking over! They all do such a wonderful job!

Oh, well, go on then. If I had to choose… Hmm. This is tough. Well, I wouldn’t want Zavalas’ job. I’m not so comfortable with telling Guardians what to do. I don’t believe I could put my foot down and decide a best course of action, as he so often has to do. I’m better at leading the charge than deciding the battle, I suppose.

And Ikora, she has so much to manage! The Hidden, and the Warlocks, and the Vanguard… I don’t know how she does it.

I guess… Ah! I’ve got it! If Hawthorne ever needed a day off, I’d happily guide Guardians with their clans! It took me and Scarlet so long to find a Hunter who wanted to join us, but when we found Avia everything just seemed to click into place, eventually we were part of a clan of our own after so many years.

To be able to help some young Guardians find a place of their own? A family, as Hawthorne says? That would be lovely, truly.”

‘Ask my Guardian’ ask meme [X]

#HUP I GOT SOME EMOTIONS ABOUT MY GIRLS YA'LL #id really love to expand on their city excursions #theyre mostly eden being Eden avia being uncomfortable but loving the time off and sscarlet observing these two people #that she really cares about like 'huh.'#my ocs: avia #my ocs: eden #my ocs: scarlet #THANKS BUDDY!!

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Gaurdian part 2

Cayde x reader

Summary: the light connected you both why?

Warnings: nothingness xD

You were just as confused as cayde was. You touched the mark and nothing haooened you were beyond confused.

"May i interject?" Your ghost asked as you nodded at it.

"The light has chosen you both as soulmates-" you shut him up quickly throwing him into your pocket.

"Soulmates?" Cayde asked as you laughed nervously.

"No clue my ghost is abit um special?" You said your nerves racking at you.

"Ok you need to calm down your making me nervous" you frowned great now he could feel your emotions.

You ended up going back too the city with Cayde trying to figure why the light did this. You went to Ikora having a private talk with her seeming as she knew anything amd everything about magic.

"What is it?" She asked you pulled down your colar revealing the mark as she frowned looking at it.

"Cayde has the exact same mark in the smae spot" you said as she frowned in thought.

"Why us?" You questioned.

"The light works in mysterious ways gaurdian but this? I do not know" she said as you sighed.

"Hey scary lady" you rolled your eyes at the Exo looking behind Ikora.

"Yes?" You answered.

"Yeah hey can i talk to you like over there somewhere i dont know anywhere yeah" he said as you sighed thanking Ikora before heading with the hunter. You placed a hand on your hip feeling energy surging through you because he was near.

"Ok so when we were killing fallen ya know whole flaming gun thing ok so get this when we did that right we used it for a long time alright seemed like we had no end of light but when im away i can use it for very small amount of time" he said moving his hands around as you sighed.

"The light or traveler whatever joined us in the light i dont know why" you sighed.

"Ok yeah i know that much but what do we do?" He questioned.

"I dont know Cayde" you huffed frowning when you beard a voice. The speaker arrived down the stairs walking towards you both.

"If i may, the traveler hasn't done this in centurys maybe longer it has chosen you both because you make each other stronger this bond is unexplainable to anyone even myself but it is a great gift" the speaker said as you looked at the floor in thought. Why though?

Years passed and no one had an exact answer no one you went to Mars, Venus, Titan nothing. It was frustrating not knowing what it meant but you couldnt stay away from the hunter. It hurt if you were gone for more then a month the mark began to start stinging he flew to you once confused but then it stopped and he dragged you back to the tower saying no more travels.

But then the collasp came you and Cayde fought side by side your powers stronger then anyones. But then the light was gone you fell to the ground first Cayde covering you as he knelt down besides you.

"Come on" he said as you shook your head your ghost had fallen also his light gone. He looked at you with worry his ghost falling also as the light left him. He almost collasped onto you as you used your strength to hold him up.

"What the hell" you muttered looking towards the traveler Cayde also looked before red legion crashed down. You both got up grabbing your ghosts and running inside hiding. You gripped Caydes arm as you both ran to Zavala. You got separated though red legion pushing you and civilians away. You fought them off trying to protect them before rushing them to the ship.

"CAYDE" you yelled no sign of him though.

"GET ON THAT SHIP GUARDIAN" Zavala yelled as you huffed getting on watching the ruined city.

It had been a week since the collasp the farm provided good coverage for now. There were no signs of the Vangaurds though a pit growing in your stomach.

A month now and the mark began to burn you were in a shed curled in on yourself it was getting worse.

"Cayde come on" the titan huffed.

"Why does it hurt so damn much" the hunter groaned Zavala needed to get him to you ASAP. You were sweating and panting as Hawthorne checked on you giving you water and food. She was called away quickly as you heard a ship you shook in your place on the hay to sore to move.

"Y/n" you froze hearing the sound of a certain titan.

"Got a drop off" Ikora said as the hunter stumbled in. You breathed in deeply the pain subsiding he gripped you tightly.

"I hate you so much" you muttered his light chuckle filling your ear.

"Hey i had to be carried by Mr. Big guy over here" he said a smile apearing on your face.

"Atleast your safe" you replied as he nodded. With Cayde back you were both ok your wounds healing as he was fixed. You spent nights withhim on top of the roof of the shed watching the stars. Unspoken feelings were already there you knew it in yourself though you never acted on them ever. It was hard enough.

You both turned to a sound like a calling you both turned to each other confused it was from the shard. He snuck out where as you went everyone knowing where you were heading. You rolled your eyes at the hunter going through the dark forest.

"I dont like this" you ghost muttered. You both made it to the shard as your ghost took a look making noises in delight.

"Aw hell" Cayde said before you both floated and emitted with light. You landed back on the ground powerful then ever as did the hunter.

"Whew im back baby" he said in triumph. You were confused but happy to have your light back.

"Oh man this is great" Cayde said excited as you turned around hearing a cry. You stood guard holding your gun as three wizards appeared chanting something. You cried in pain collasping to your knee's Cayde shot them away quickly going to your aid. You had black liquid running from your eyes as you gripped your hand.

"Guardian" your ghost asked as your eyes closed and darkness englufed you.

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