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Imagine having a Ghost
Just this little thing that knows you in a way nothing else ever could
Loves you in a way nothing else ever could
No matter how terrifying the situation, you know someone is there with and for you
Damn.
I think about this a lot because there’s just something so beautiful about it, but so lonely(?) because it’s just —y’know— a thing to imagine
what if a Ghost's eye was just a human eye. what then
Is there a Ghost shell with stickers on it?? I wanna put stickers on my Ghost. They're my buddy. My lil guy. My guiding Light. My very life. A treasure woven into the fabric of my being that is so uniquely and beautifully crafted that it goes beyond words and into a deeper, serene nook in my soul where their presence is entwined with my own. And should they leave me, my very self would be torn beyond repair.
And as such I think I should get an emote of my Guardian just sitting down with Ghost flying around their head and perhaps maybe sometimes giving Ghost a tap in case they start subconsciously drifting too far on accident. Please and thank you.
(Another fanfic I guess. Work is boring. Using a Warlock Young Wolf because... I guess because I main one? That and describing robes in fics are like serotonin injected straight into my brain. YW will be using they/them pronouns, if any typos then I'm an idiot)
{In which the Witch Queen wonders about the other's silence}
The Young Wolf is content in their small hideaway within Mara Sov's Chambers. She isn't there yet from her meeting with whomever, so that gives the Guardian a place of silence to contemplate. But of course, there was one small issue.
"Hello Young Wolf." Savathun's drawl traced over the Guardian's head, threatening to scalp the outer layer of their mind.
The Guardian huffed.
This seems to surprise the Witch Queen, why it did, the Young Wolf didn't seem to care. The Witch Queen notes their posture. Cradled within a corner, watching the portal, twiddling their fingers. Hmm. Guardians are hardwired for combat, so one's fingers would naturally-
The Guardian stands. Their robes flow as they moved forward, and stand in front of the gates. Their small light, their Ghost emerges. Immediately the Guardian grabs their Ghost, who yelps out a "Hey!?" before being transmatted to wherever they go when they hide.
"You need not be so wary, Guardian. While I am encased within this prison, your Ghost is safe, not that I had the intention of harming them in the first place." Savathun whispers to the Guardian, who only gave a shrug in response.
There it is again, another gesture, another without a word. Savathun has heard them speak, but not directly to them, the Witch Queen. How can she bend and manipulate another, when they would not converse? Their silence is palpable and reeks of... of... Guilt? One of the most powerful creatures she has ever come across, possibly one of the closest in terms of the Final Shape, and it feels guilt? A stench of regret, a smear of wishing! Wishing what? Wishing to do more? What could this walking puppet of death and Light wish they could do, when they could do anything they so desired with their Light?
"Stop." A voice speaks, rough with edge. Of a veteran, of someone not so easily fooled.
Savathun's emotion surges, she feels her worm claw at it, but she tamps it down. The Guardian spoke to her! But about what? What do they mean stop?
A grunt could be heard from beneath the carapace helm of the Guardian, and Savathun looks more properly. Her thinking has flooded the room with her thoughts, and it seems to antagonize the Guardian.
From the swirling mist of her thoughts, a figure rose. The Guardian readied their weapon, a sleek white and black hand cannon. The shape completely solidifies, and the Guardian nearly drops their weapon out of surprise.
They choke out a word, a name, in their horror. "Cayde?"
Savathun mentally leans forward, a contemplative grin lacing her lips. She wills the green mist to dissipate.
The mist and the figure borne from it disappear leaving the Guardian to think for a moment before holstering their weapon and turning towards the portal.
Before they stepped through the Guardian calls in a angry voice, their robes whistling in furious undulation. "That was a foul trick. Be wary, O Witch Queen. For I know what tricks you may play."
The Witch Queen's eyes all narrow. What? What could they possibly talking about?
At that moment, Mara Sov enters the chambers, the Techeuns appearing shortly after. They sense the hostile aura and turn to the Guardian who has stepped aside to allow Mara Sov through.
Mara Sov gazes at the Guardian's helmet, aimed at the Witch Queen. It does not help that their aura betrays their intent. If the Witch Queen makes a wrong move before they stepped out, they would destroy the Witch Queen, prison, flesh and bone. All of it.
Stasis crackles around the Guardian's fingertips. Before disappearing away. They step through the portal, and are seen no more.
Mara Sov turns to Savathun and asks. "What was that all about?"
"A misunderstanding." Savathun lies easily through her teeth. She had gained an understanding.
Now. Who is 'Cayde?'
Another fic because work bores me, based around the ending of the first mission of Witch Queen
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"How long have they sat there?" He asks.
"Talkin' to me?" Amanda grunts, attempting to fix the motor in her hands.
"Are you still-"
"I am. But they've been sat there for three hours and hasn' moved an inch. Wrench."
Crow takes his right hand and picks up the wrench, handing to Amanda as she goes for a bolt on the motor grunting at the effort to twist it.
Crow looks to the Guardian again. They're sat in a corner where it was rumored Cayde once frequented, their hands form a small bowl as their Ghost floats there, the two watching the other. Never speaking, never moving.
"The tension is killing me. Hold on." The Crow moves with a flourish, going from Amanda's workbench to the shelf corner in seconds.
He bends down on one knee, and reaches for their shoulder-
"Ah-" Crow slightly startled, a gloved and gentle hand holding their wrist.
The Guardian looks to him, breaking eye contact with their Ghost, the tilt of their head inquiring one question, what?
The Crow huffs, "I was afraid you turned to stone with how long you sat still."
The Guardian huffs, a small smile gracing their lips. With a whoosh of Light and a grunt they stood up, then turned to Crow. The look in their eye is somber now, and their smile is gone.
They sign. "When I got to the portal that took me to Savathun's Throne World, I encountered something impossible."
Crow snorts, "Guardian, knowing you, doer of things impossible, you probably crushed it and went on your merry way."
The Guardian flinched at the word 'crushed' and shook their head. "You don't understand, it was a Hive Lightbearer. A Hive Knight, with Light!"
Crow went slack jawed, "Hold on, I haven't heard about this yet-"
"They didn't want others to know until a lid was put on it, especially the Lightless Civilians. Crow... It had a Ghost!"
Crow's eyes went wide, grabbing the Guardian's shaky hands, which were brimming with explosive Dark Stasis. "Calm down, calm down. can you tell me what happened next at least?"
"It was an instinct. I couldn't control myself, I didn't want it to do that, reviving it I mean. So I grabbed it, not to kill it! But to stop it and I-"
The Guardian stopped signing and reached into their pocket, then pulled out a handful of white, bone-like fragments.
"Crushed it." They said, not with their hands, but their mouth.
If Crow wasn't freaked out yet, he was now. The Guardian went silent. Invisible tears falling down their face.
Crow wasn't much for affection, but seeing their friend and idol crying in front of him? He had to do something. So with a small maneuver he grabbed the Guardian into a hug.
"If it makes you feel any better," Crow whispered, "At least it was just the one time. You probably won't have to do it again."
The Guardian shuddered. Something tells them that something different will happen.
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And then I precede to destroy nearly 400 Hive Ghosts within the first week lmao