halopulsebearer
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I'm here because Twitter sucks big time and I need my daily dose of #WarriorNun. To my fellow halo bearers, come message and interact with me!!!! PS: Kaia owns my soul
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halopulsebearer · 1 year ago
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give me trust (and watch what'll happen) is officially COMPLETE I 17k + words I College/Uni AU I 18+ I Avatrice
“This is a terrible plan.”
“Well, it’s all we’ve got,” Ava said, pulling the oversized sweatshirt she’d been wearing over her head and throwing it aside, aware it was bound to catch on the window somehow if she didn’t. A part of her hoped Bea was looking as she revealed the bare arms underneath, flexing them under the pretence of limbering up. “Now, give me a boost.”
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halopulsebearer · 1 year ago
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I actually dunno if someone else is familiar with the very first fic I wrote like back in February but I’m posting it anyway! Same title I do hope you enjoy! Still fluffy af - because I don’t seem to know how to write angst
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halopulsebearer · 1 year ago
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halopulsebearer · 1 year ago
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Also realize that this means that whoever bought the show gave them a promo budget because they were able to buy this domain! I don't see any downsides.
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halopulsebearer · 1 year ago
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What if-
Orrrr
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halopulsebearer · 1 year ago
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For your mini fic: Ava and Beatrice, things you said in the grass and under the stars
Beatrice leaves Europe all-together, after.
She tries not to. Lingers for a while. Drifts from city to city, country to country, but the sun shines too brightly over Venice's canals and Paris - which Ava had said they should visit together after the war - well, Paris is a haunting.
An ocean later, another landmass crossing, Beatrice hits the West Coast, slowly working her way north where pliant sand gives way to a jagged coastline. Basalt cliffs against which the waves rage. Incessant. Hungry. The sea a low roar in her ears, never too far. Persevering even when she wanders inland, past jasper-studded beaches, and into the woods beyond.
The forests themselves are old, teeming with life both new and rotting. Fog never quite lifts off of the trees, a layer of it, gossamer-thin, persevering even on hotter days.
Beatrice settles down, and grief settles alongside her, the one companion she can tolerate in newfound solitude. It's a worn blanket. A beloved jacket she cannot bear to leave the house without. She grows new habits, easy when all of her days look the same.
She spends a lot of time hiking, getting a feel for the land. Brings books down to the beach to read; in the sun when she can, under a piece of tarpaulin hastily erected in between two trees if it rains.
It nearly always does.
Sometimes Beatrice reads aloud. Imagines it is Ava she is reading to, all the stories and facts about the cosmos Ava didn't have the chance to discover for herself. She reads until her throat is dry and sore. Reads until her voice is drenched in loss, and her heart bleeds for all the things she's lost.
Reads until daylight gives way to the first smattering of stars and the words on the page are blurred by lack of light, perhaps by tears, into a smudge.
The air is wet and salty, whips like the edge of a sharp knife against the soft skin of her cheek. Beatrice packs her book, rolls up the tarpaulin. Picks the now familiar way back in total dark.
She stumbles. Trips over something yielding. Something that snags at her ankles and brings her down to her knees, a rock catching the heel of the hand she throws out to steady herself, cutting open her palm.
It's debris, Beatrice thinks. A large piece of wood. Maybe seaweed.
It is not.
It's a body.
It's Ava. And she's not breathing.
"No. No. No.' Beatrice has prayed, she has begged for Ava to come back but not like this. Not to lose her right away again. "You can't die, please." A sob rips from her, unchecked, even as she turns her over. "I can't lose you again." Beatrice will not think of her as a corpse.
Ava's skin, her lips tinged blue by the frigid waters of the ocean and not divinium. Beatrice's mouth seeking. Ava's tasting of saltwater and the abyssal things that cannot stand to be brought into the light. Ocean waves crashing around them and over. The tide coming in - a bitter, a cold a cruel baptism. Her hands red with the cold and hurting flat to Ava's chest, pushing, pushing while her mind falls into mechanical routines.
"Breathe, goddammit." Bea's own lungs burning, alight with the effort of wrangling life back into another being. "Please Ava don't go."
"Not...going." A cough. Water sputtering down Ava's chin. Her own hand rises weakly, slick around the curve of Beatrice's cheek. Light, molten gold, shearing through the night to wash over them both. "Not going anywhere." Ava's other hand grips Beatrice by a shoulder, tugs her down to sprawl rather inelegantly over her chest. She's not exactly warm, but she's not cold anymore. The Halo brightens to a shine that makes a mockery of dawn. "I'm home."
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halopulsebearer · 1 year ago
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Bea 😭
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what you are is beautiful
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halopulsebearer · 1 year ago
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also some wn doodles from the last couple days! so glad theyre coming back had TRULY lost hope
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halopulsebearer · 1 year ago
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shotgun mary return prayer circle commencing 🕯️🙏🕯️🙏🕯️
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halopulsebearer · 1 year ago
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Chapter 8 of my fanfic is out!
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