|| Ok so is the Halo verse back or is the Helldivers verse back cause Iโm ready to flip at a moments fucking notice if one is more alive than the otherโ ๐
Huhโ seems this one doesnโt speak.
His helmet tilts downwards for a second when she goes to plant those hands on her hips, only for his eyes to repeat their initial handiwork.
Up, down, up, down again.
Clearly heโs not the most talkative type, courtesy of that heavy breathing.
*๐๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ ๐ต๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ*
Pointy appendages move at his words. Excuse him (๐ข!)
Lavender eyes narrow as she plants her hands on her hips. Lips sealed. Thereโs nothing wrong with her ears.
@tidalotic
Cue his eyes beneath his helmet glazing up, then down, then up once more.
Seems heโs trying to figure something outโ or size her up, even?
โ . . . The fuck is up with your ears? โ
Minutes blurred into hours, days into weeksโ he doesnโt know how long he was left in his cryo-pod for.
Forgotten? Perhaps.
Abandoned? Maybe.
๐๐ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น๐ ๐ด๐ผ๐ผ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต. . .
Oh, sweet liberty.
How he missed the feeling of a real fight.
๐๐ผ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ ๐บ๐ถ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ผ๐ป ๐ฏ๐น๐ผ๐ผ๐ฑ ๐ผ๐ป ๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ๐.
The automaton front. . .
It's over; yet he cannot make peace with himself.
His brain feel's like static. Mixed emotions of every kind.
๐ช๐ต๐ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐?
Even as his body plummets to the mud below to continue to bleed out, her words strike a chord. A real deep one.
Enough to at least pull him up to sit on his knees for now whilst bleeding out; his cracked helmet peering up.
โ I breathe. I think. I bleed.
Can you say the same? โ
" Talk is for those with a conscience. You're just lines of code trapped in a whore's body. "
Even whilst otherwise defeated with blood pouring from every crevice beneath his armor, a thousand yard stare is offered up directly to her.
" Finish thisโ release me from this duty. "