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IT'S YOUR DESTINY!!!
Who: Anyone, everyone? Aoba and Declan to start.
What: Destiny
When: After the House of Wolves, before The Taken King.
Where: Earth, The Last City, The Tower and beyond.
Warnings: Could be sorta zombie stuff (Hive), could be xenophilia? I dunno. Gen warnings, yo.
Earth. 700 years into the future, humanity is all but gone, huddled in a massive city in the mountains, surrounded by gargantuan walls and living in the shadow of the slumbering, perhaps dead, body of The Traveler. The massive being of benevolence and light that came to Earth bearing gifts of knowledge that would bring about the longest Golden Age in Terran history, hovering in geostationary orbit over The Last City of men, protecting what is left from The Darkness beyond with the remains of it's Light.
For those on Earth it is a well-known story. With The Traveler's dying breath it created Ghosts, fragments of living Light that in turn resurrected men and women across the galaxy, bringing to bear the Guardians, warriors to fight the Darkness. Earth and all the nearby planets are populated by humans, the Awoken, Exos and a variety of species of ever more distant origins, some less generous than others. The Guardians make their headquarters in a colossal spire at the edge of The Last City. There, in the Tower, the Vanguard and other factions of humanity work together to hold the line and fight the Darkness and every other threat to the known universe. The little understood Guardians rarely venture beyond the Tower, preferring the company of their brothers and sisters in arms, but all look to the Tower as a beacon of hope.
There is danger and adventure to be had; the likelihood of death and the possibility of rebirth. The future is uncertain, but all who walk in the Light know the Darkness is coming, and the wise life to the fullest.
[ Destiny Wiki ]
What: Destiny
When: After the House of Wolves, before The Taken King.
Where: Earth, The Last City, The Tower and beyond.
Warnings: Could be sorta zombie stuff (Hive), could be xenophilia? I dunno. Gen warnings, yo.
Earth. 700 years into the future, humanity is all but gone, huddled in a massive city in the mountains, surrounded by gargantuan walls and living in the shadow of the slumbering, perhaps dead, body of The Traveler. The massive being of benevolence and light that came to Earth bearing gifts of knowledge that would bring about the longest Golden Age in Terran history, hovering in geostationary orbit over The Last City of men, protecting what is left from The Darkness beyond with the remains of it's Light.
For those on Earth it is a well-known story. With The Traveler's dying breath it created Ghosts, fragments of living Light that in turn resurrected men and women across the galaxy, bringing to bear the Guardians, warriors to fight the Darkness. Earth and all the nearby planets are populated by humans, the Awoken, Exos and a variety of species of ever more distant origins, some less generous than others. The Guardians make their headquarters in a colossal spire at the edge of The Last City. There, in the Tower, the Vanguard and other factions of humanity work together to hold the line and fight the Darkness and every other threat to the known universe. The little understood Guardians rarely venture beyond the Tower, preferring the company of their brothers and sisters in arms, but all look to the Tower as a beacon of hope.
There is danger and adventure to be had; the likelihood of death and the possibility of rebirth. The future is uncertain, but all who walk in the Light know the Darkness is coming, and the wise life to the fullest.
[ Destiny Wiki ]
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"You don't get to complain," Declan rumbled, shaking his head. "You needed help and you didn't say anything," the Titan added, obviously quietly offended by the fact. He rubbed diligently none the less, trying not to feel as hurt as he did, knowing that most people would have behaved the same. No one wanted to be a burden on others, and no one wanted to be unwell. Aoba did what he did because he thought it was all he could do or thought it was the best course of action. Declan trusted that, even if it came to the same end.
"I ordered some basic medication and some tea. Don't worry about dinner tonight. I'll have something brought up and you can just rest. Alright? I'll make the tea when it--"
Bing bong.
"--I'll make the tea now. And you just-- Ren or Ghost, one of you answer the door, please --relax. You relax and I'll handle everything else tonight and if you feel better tomorrow we can have a proper dinner."
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Meanwhile, Aoba allowed himself to be duly chided and mumbled nothing more than another “thanks, Declan” as he tried to sag into the couch cushions, slowly curling and uncurling his toes, then for some weird reason wondering if his head might feel better if Declan put those strong-gentle fingers to work at his temples and—
—put those hands to work somewhere else instead—
The fragment of thought came through on a bolt of red, causing Aoba to clench his teeth and tighten his fingers in Ren’s fur as well. What the hell? No, definitely not, definitely not, Aoba didn’t even know where that thought had come from.
“Aoba?” He heard Ren’s voice, concerned.
“M’okay….”
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"Please, just leave everything and go?" Declan rumbled, his voice the only clear sound for Aoba. the droids excused themselves, Declan apologized and thanked them, and when the door was closed and everything quiet again, the Titan carefully withdrew his hands and looked at Aoba upside down from where he hovered.
"I'm going to make the tea. I'll bring a glass of water and the medications," he murmured softly, waiting only long enough for Aoba to speak or protest in some way before he would move to fulfill his words.
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Now, it wasn’t that Aoba didn’t know he was attracted to other men. It had been a long time, but in the past there’d been little things, like kissing and stuff like that. But: he’d barely known Declan for twenty-four hours, if that, and just…he could barely think through his headache, so why the hell was every other thought that he could think something weird and awkward???
—let me out I’ll show you why—
Declan got no protest, just a distracted little sound of acknowledgement. Ren’s little feet tap-tapped across the floor as he returned to sit at the foot of the couch, observing his troubled master with flattened ears. Aoba’s brainwaves were highly unusual…and home was likely a long way away. What would they do now without Tae’s medication?
Whenever Declan came back, he would find that Aoba hadn’t moved an inch. The only difference was the music thrumming steadily from the headphones still tucked around Aoba’s neck. Lifting his head would have taken too much effort, nor was Aoba certain he even wanted the gentle pressure of the earpieces on either side of his head, so by touch alone he’d turned them on so those familiar Goatbed beats could at least play near his ears.
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Tick tick tick, the minutes went by, Declan as quiet as he could as he thumped around in his bedroom behind the closed door, only peeking out to check on Aoba or the tea. Eventually the kettle finished boiling and Declan padded back out, a little sweaty from all the lifting and moving, but pleased with his work. Carefully pouring two cups and setting little loose tea balls into the cups, Declan returned to the couch, setting one of the cups near Aoba.
"Miss Levante sent this over. It's supposed to be good for migraines. It's got...uh...chamomile, lemon balm, feverfew....uh...um..." Declan faltered, silver eyes looking down into his own cup. Fortunately Gost picked up for him.
"Skullcap, passion flower and ginger root. It's a common herbal remedy and many of the natural humans in the Tower use it."
Declan nodded slightly, sniffing his tea before sipping it. He didn't have a headache, but he wasn't about to make Aoba suffer through anything he hadn't tasted himself. Fortunately, aside from being a tad on the mediciny side of flavors it wasn't bad. Maybe a little sugar or something would help, but he didn't want to add anything that might take away from the overall effectiveness of it.
"You just keep resting," Declan murmured, nodding to himself and taking another sip of the tea. "I'm going to finish up in the bedroom. Don't worry about dinner. I'll...order something for you. I don't need anything, remember?"
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At one point, after a long stillness, he reached down for Ren. The Allmate nuzzled into the provided palm, then promptly curled up into sleep mode at a stroke between his ears.
At another, Aoba sat up just long enough to investigate the bottle of pills. After a chuckle, he took a dose and a nice long pull of the water, then lay down again. Adjusting the fall of the rag over his eyes and the headphones around his neck, he settled comfortably with his hands on his stomach and was still once more.
When Declan arrived with the tea, Aoba’s head rolled slightly in his direction in a show of attentiveness. Though it wasn’t as damp or cold anymore, the washrag was still draped over his eyes, and after the Guardian had spoken a smile crept across the portion of Aoba’s still-visible face. It didn’t look like Aoba’s usual smiles. Not to say there was something wrong with it, but it was a little lopsided, perhaps almost half smirk.
“The bedroom, huh?” he answered, voice a little deeper, a little drawling, as if Declan’s arrival had roused him from a nap. He even shifted, stretching out, and let his arms drape overhead, hanging over the edge of the couch arm. “Got something special planned for me in there, do you…?”
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"But you shouldn't worry about it. You should rest. Your health is important. When I'm done, I think it'll help. Mm...Anyways, is there anything I can do for you right now to help? Or would you rather go to sleep for now?"
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It had been easy for Desire to nudge him aside and take his place here now. Unfortunately he was not immune to their body’s exhaustion and didn’t know for sure how much longer he’d keep the reins like this, but it was good to be out.
And this big white guy…. Of course Desire couldn’t see him right now, not with the cloth on his eyes, but he knew. Oh, he knew.
“Hmm…what if I asked you to put your hands on me again? Just not my feet this time….”
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Of course he didn't even have a whisper of a thought in his head that Aoba might ask for something inappropriate or intimate.
"What do you need me to do? It's a headache, right? Feet usually help with that, but I might not have done a very good job. Do you need me to rub your temples?" the Titan asked, offering as much as questioning. He shifted his position, clothing hissing and creaking in protest the way fabric stretched too tightly often did.
"Just tell me what you need."
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He’d been locked in the back of his own head for years, subdued by the medicines Granny had kept feeding to Reason. If anyone deserved a little spoiling right now, it was Desire, not Reason!
“Yeah…yeah, that sounds real good, big guy,” Desire agreed, pillowing his arms back on his stomach and smiling crookedly. His words continued to amuse himself, even if they were flying right over Declan’s head one after the other.
“C’mere and rub my head for me. Show me how good with your hands you really are.”
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Up he went and around, settling on his knees at the head of the couch, overlarge hands coming up over the armrest to press fingertips all over Aoba's scalp and hairline - only after he had rubbed his palms together and breathed into clasped hands to make certain they weren't cold or clammy. Rubbing gently but firmly, Declan tried his best to do what he imagined would feel quite nice in reciprocation, silver eyes watching his guest's mouth for any twitch or sign of discomfort.
"Is that helping any?" he asked quietly, not wishing to be too loud as he knew his voice had a fairly deep rumble no matter how he tried to manage the volume.
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Of course, it was pleasure all around as far as Desire was concerned, hence the sigh as he rolled his head back against Declan’s fingers to increase the pressure, himself.
“Shit, you’re good,” Desire purred, a flush settling over his cheeks that the compress couldn’t cool, the jolts in his hair-nerves jumping all the way through his body and to each extremity, making him feel warm all over.
Now this was what he was talkin’ about!
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Moaning and rubbing against him were distinctly sensual acts, and even Declan wasn't immune to instinct and nature.
"I...I have to go finish..." the Titan mumbled, standing abruptly and backing away from the couch, horrified by the twisting warmth in his gut. The very idea that he would get even vaguely aroused already felt like he was somehow violating Aoba's trust!
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“Finish me is what…” the vague mumble might be heard as Desire lolled his head to the side, resting his brow against the back of the couch as that urge to sleep as deeply as Reason currently was finally got its hooks into him. Maybe he could have fought it, maybe he could have even lifted his head and looked and recognized just what, exactly, had Declan so flustered (and been pleased all the more for it)…but right now…oh, hell with it.
He’d just…have to mess with the big guy more…another time….
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He knew what his few friends would say, Mac in particular. That loud-mouth...he'd tell him to go back in the other room and stay hands-on.
No. Not acceptable. He was a host. A compassionate stranger. A stranger in general, which said something on it's own. Aoba was just tired and in pain, Declan told himself. There was no way that the blue-hiared man wanted anything to do with him outside of being grateful for his help. People didn't "like" Declan. Not like that, anyways, and Declan didn't have those feelings or needs, either. He was a Guardian, he was an expendable tool of combat. He was not a man. Not anymore. Not for a long time.
Grunting to himself and hunkering down over the bed again, the Titan put himself back to sensible tasks. In short order he had finished building the new bed, tested the rollers on the trundle and deemed it all safe. Tucking fresh linens onto everything and enjoying the calm that had come over him through honest labor, Decland gathered everything up, put it all away in it's proper place, set the old bed pieces aside for pick up by commissary the next day and headed for the shower. That done and himself freshly pressed, he felt much better and in fact had even forgotten his earlier distress.
That was, of course, until he walked out of his room and saw Aoba on the couch still. Swallowing quietly and turning away, the pale behemoth focused on food again, fumbling in the kitchen to make something edible for Aoba, because the man needed to eat if he was to have the necessary strength for recovery. At least, Declan thought that was how it went. Mostly he just did what Ghost said when it came to people and interactions. Feeding a guest wasn't much different. Fortunately there were at least left-overs to microwave back to some semblance of edible life. That, and he was able to make a nice, cool glass of water without incident.
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He looked rather pathetically bedraggled as he sat up, his bangs crinkled in odd directions from having been moistened by the compress and then drying again, and his ponytail was bedhead-afflicted, too. Aoba’s face was almost zombielike at first, but then something a little more like clarity seeped in and the eyes looking out at the world were hazel.
He smelled cooking. His stomach gurgled tentatively.
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"There you go. I hope this is alright," the Titan mumbled quietly, standing up and backing away a step to loom there uncertainly.
"I didn't know what else to do so it's only leftovers and water, but I didn't want to make anything that might make you feel even more unwell, so experimenting was...not a good idea," he shrugged slightly, clasping his white hands together in front of himself and twisting them uncomfortably. He was afraid without realizing it; afraid that Aoba would comment on the moments before. He could still feel the warmth of Aoba's skin on his fingertips even then and his unease made him unsure of how to even move and speak, so the best he could do was wait for a cue from the blue-haired man.
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Ultimately, Aoba’s tired features resolved themselves into the same warm smile he’d turned on the Guardian several times already. It was a more tired version of it, perhaps, but no less genuine than the ones before.
“You sure you’re a soldier?” Words tumbled over his lips, thoughtless. “You’re a natural at taking care of people.”
Aoba leaned forward, picking up the plate and balancing it on its lap. Leftovers were perfectly acceptable, his stomach giving another bit of a rumble as Aoba murmured, “Even your hands…I don’t even remember falling asleep,” before putting a bit of food in his mouth and chewing.
Yep. Still good.
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"You weren't well. I'm not surprised. Sleeping on the couch probably isn't helping all that much so...well..." he cleared his throat, reaching up with one hand to scratch the side of his neck before gesturing to the bedroom door.
"I finished what I was doing..."
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Desire was the one who had heard—and commented upon—the fact that Declan had some project in the bedroom. Aoba had no clue.
All it resulted in, though, was a puzzled, “Doing? What were you doing?”
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He'd already committed, no sense chickening out.
"If you're going to stay here for any length of time, you can't stay on the couch and us using the bed on a timeshare will inevitably overlap. I know you'll insist on taking the couch in those instances but you should really get as much rest as I do. Your job is no less important and if anything, your health is more important than mine. So...you have a bed, too. Sort of. Mostly. It's one of those...sliding ones. A trundle, I think it said...and there's a few drawers under it as well, so you have storage space of your own."
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“You got…me…a bed….”
A bed. Clothes and food and putting him up for the night, offering the use of his home because he wasn’t often in it—except now he was, taking care of Aoba every time he turned around, addressing needs before Aoba could even think they might be there to be asked…and now he hadn’t even let Aoba “timeshare” his bed for one night before going and getting a whole new…trundle bed.
Not even like a rollaway cot or a futon or an air mattress, but a bona fide piece of furniture bed.
And Declan had told him all about those ‘shader’ things before and invited him to change the color of the rooms….
Aoba was seriously starting to feel like he was moving in and he hadn’t even been here all that long!
This. Guy.
Aoba was embarrassed and touched all together, not knowing what to say…so once again, he said the first dumb thing to come to his lips. “…That’s it. I’m going to start looking for where you’re hiding your wings and halo, because you seriously are an angel.”
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"Was that not alright?" he asked, squinting slowly and tilting his head to the side, silky white hair hanging like a moon-colored veil.
"It just didn't make a lot of sense to me. You're a grown man, you shouldn't be stuck on a couch for more than a few days, and if you're stuck here for long enough to seek work, which you already have, then it seemed like you ought to have a bed. But I don't have a spare room so...I just did the next best thing."
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Declan said these things so matter-of-factly, almost like he took it for granted that this was what you did to help someone. No second thoughts, all-out, all charity and asking nothing in return….
And Aoba wasn’t in the best state to be very articulate right now. He looked down into his bowl of leftovers and tried.
“…The only people I can think of who’d go this far for me are my granny, and a friend of mine who’s known me since we were small. You only met me yesterday. You’re just….”
He didn’t have fancy words for it. In the end, Aoba could only say it plainly, looking back at the Guardian again.
“You’re a really, really good guy, Declan. …Don’t ever listen to anybody that says otherwise.”
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"W-well...you have a bed now. It's yours. You're still welcome to use shaders and spruce things up a bit to your liking. But I just thought it was the most sensible thing to do," the large man mumbled, shifting his bulk uncomfortably and longing for an emergency mission call.
Beep beep beep.
Speak of the Devil.
"Incoming message from Commander Zavala," Ghost announced, Declan's gentle white gaze hardening suddenly as he gave a curt nod. Even if he'd been idly wishing, a call that late was never good news.
"I have to go for a while. Probably a mission. I'll contact you and let you know," Declan relayed as he thudded around gathering his gear and tugging things on. No sleep for him, it appeared. No proper meal, no proper rest. He spent his shore leave taking care of someone else.
"You have access to my account if you need anything and you can call me as much as you need. It may be a few days...I don't know. I'll finish as quick as I can. I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer..." he paused at the door, frowning between his communicator and Aoba.
"Are you sure you're okay? I can send a medic in to do an evaluation? I don't like leaving you when you're not well..."
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