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to have and to hold, to fuck nasty, till murder-suicide do us part

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𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐛𝐛𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬– nothing is sincere. A play of charades that not even the public could dissect. Something is wrong, something is terribly wrong. The kiss is met with a half-lidded gaze. No heart is returned and no whispers are exchanged. He can hear the static now– the ringing Timothy mewled about prior.

He can't say he's on autopilot. All Airin wants is to get him to safety, yet Timothy has the same initiative; so he follows his lead in silence. His gaze remains fixated on the notches of Timothy's mask as they pass the back door. The static engulfs him, blocking his voice to ask what's wrong. Until the crunch of a broken nose snaps him awake.

" –Tim?! " Airin looks back at the swift image of the man cradling himself on the floor. But then the world dims, and its weight crashes. " Tim…? " He reaches out a hand. His lip quivering as he feels his throat swell again. The staff will push another doppelganger out onto the floor, and he'll have to make face to… For Tim to not be discovered back here. He has to protect him, he has to–

Airin makes a plea of his own. To the world it's silent, but to his other half, it rattles the stars.

From the depths of the cold floor, a black mass quietly boils to its surface. It's like a gentle crackle of a fireplace. A distant memory the stars can't imitate. And from it, a warm and ghastly gentle touch brushes its thumb across Timothy's echo-eye. Another grip comes to loosely grip the doppelganger's wrist. He'd feel the sharp point of claws ghosting over his tender flesh.

The Dæ waits for his other half to slip from the room, and when they're alone… the thumb caressing Timothy's scar moves to hold his face. Tilting it towards his own, his commanding presence crawls across the room, inching closer and closer…

His gravelly voice carries softly. " …What ails you, dove? "

as  that  sound  continued  buzzing  right  on  his  ear  he  felt  closer  to  that  meltdown  ,  and  he  was  only  glad  the  people  staring  at  him  were  only  interested  on  him  by  his  looks  or  even  out  of  fear  -  at  least  no  one  was  stupid  enough  to  actually  approach  him  .   technically  they  could  ,  tim  just  wouldn't  want  to  deal  with  that  in  that  moment  .

"   oh  !   there's  my  favorite  bastard  !   c'mere  !   "       arm  wrapping  around  airin's  waist  and  pulling  them  in  for  a  kiss  ;  he  had  a  role  to  play  and  he'd  be  damned  if  he  hasn't  drowned  internally  while  having  no  choice  but  to  be  around  people  .

this  time  ,  however  ?   he'd  rather  take  advantage  at  airin's  presence  to  act  a  little  flirtatious  ,  whispering  to  their  ear  even  -  typical  things  that  the  real  jack  would  say  .   whoever  had  had  the  chance  to  witness  that  from  a  distance  could  safely  assume  they  were  heading  off  for  an  intimate  moment  .   only  as  they  walk  away  'jack'  is  making  his  boyfriend  hurry  up  . 

nearing  the  back  room  door  ,  a  staff  member  approached  and  forced  him  to  stop  on  his  tracks  -  what  a  stupid  thing  to  do  .  .  .   reaching  his  limit  the  doppelganger  is  punching  the  man  right  on  the  face  ,  rushing  airin  to  go  through  the  door  and  shutting  it  close  behind  him  .   he  just  double  checks  the  area  to  make  sure  no  one  was  watching  ,  and  as  soon  as  he's  safe  about  it  he's  removing  the  jacket  and  mask  in  a  hurry  ,  breathing  heavily  and  leaning  against  one  of  the  nearby  tables  .

"   fuck  !   "       he  felt  like  ripping  out  of  his  skin  ;  some  days  it  could  still  feel  far  too  heavy  pretending  to  be  jack  -  even  worse  thinking  how  the  ceo  himself  had  offered  to  terminate  the  contract  due  to  their  rather  complicated  bond  .   tears  falling  down  to  the  cold  surface  that  supported  him  .

unfortunately  for  airin  it  was  a  rather  intense  episode  he  was  going  through  .  .  .   and  perhaps  some  extra  help  would  be  needed  .

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𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝. Acting as a bodyguard of sorts, he's unwilling to traverse the overwhelming stimuli of this godforsaken place, so he loses himself in thought. Imagining anywhere else… maybe back on Hyperion rather than this shithole. At least there, there was silence… Well, it had Jack's outbursts, but oddly he found those endearing in their own fucked up kind of way.

But even as he dissociates, he keeps his attention on Timothy. And when that strained chuckle reaches him above the crowd, his brows flick upward. Something isn't right. There are Jack's outbursts, sure, but Timothy's… his own heart hastens.

Pushing past the lingering crowd, Airin trots up beside Timothy. He doesn't reach for him, but he leans closer so his low whisper is for him alone. " Love, are you alright? " The public knows his face by now, so the blond accompanying Jack shouldn't raise any suspicion. " Want to head to the back rooms? Or I could get you some water? "

he's overwhelmed .  the sound of gambling machines something he grew used to along with the noise of the crowd .  from people celebrating to those screaming and begging for one more chance , or to be taken down from the debt board .  timothy , playing face as jack , feels his heart racing and body growing hot - but he can't do anything about it , he's forced to act normal and pretend to be fully under control .

that he's loving the crowd , the attention , that he's comfortable pretending to be someone he is not - but that dna was well set in him and not only that , but years of doing this had taught him to disconnect with his real self in order to survive .

"  hey , uh .  does anyone else hear that ?  it's like a -  yeah like a high-pitched ringing .  "     interrupting a conversation with a group of people with a smile on his face , hand gesturing near his ear before chuckling and slowly walking away .

he's on the verge of a meltdown , and whether he chooses to show it as himself or as the man he's pretending to be , it couldn't possibly end well unless someone dragged him out of that situation .

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things to one day do-- update the pinned to the new editor and maybe... just maybe... do proper icons for this blog

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He thought he was being quiet. The gentle thrum of Macarena has plagued his mind ever since Jack mentioned being latino during lunch. Which probably isn't the best track to be on loop, but... it's the only Spanish song he knows. Which is sad and borderline a hatecrime given the context.

" No... " Airin presses his lips to a near pout. While Jack's blank expression doesn't read as upset, he'll take it such. At this point he knows a little better. " I just don't... know a lot of Spanish? So... " His gaze flicks to the ground, hand on his own arm in silent contemplation. Then a hopeful gleam finds itself looking back to the CEO.

" What if... you taught me? You could teach me Spanish and I could teach you my mother tongue, draga? " A purr rolls off the petname. An incentive perhaps?

a  long  sigh  from  the  ceo  ;   he's  had  quite  the  busy  day  from  the  moment  he  woke  up  .   timothy  was  gone  to  yet  another  assigned  mission  ,  and  he's  left  to  deal  with  @airxn  from  the  early  morning  .

during  breakfast  .   their  shower  .   their  walk  to  his  office  .   work  hours  .   lunch  break  .   coffee  break  .   snack  break  .   somehow  he  made  it  back  to  his  place  -  with  airin  still  being  a  bother  -  and  without  threatening  them  once  .

"  so  ,   uh  .  .  .   are  you  gonna  stop  dancing  la  macarena  yet  ,   or  ?  "     it  was  a  bit  of  a  mystery  if  he  was  upset  or  not  ,  as  he  just  stared  at  airin  with  such  a  blank  expression  .   disappointed  ?   maybe  .   he'd  happily  pull  a  certain  card  to  make  them  stop  ,  though  .     "  is  this  because  i  told  you  i'm  latino  ?  "

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i havent touched this blog in a hot second but uhmm little starter call perhaps?

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when airin is on a job he is listening, dancing, and killing bandits to the beat of his music. if you pull out his earbuds you are DEAD!!

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god, airin would name every friendly loader bot he comes across. he'd be too obsessed– those are his friends!!

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Airin stomping down the main hall to Jack's office. He's going to give him so many smooches. Going to drown that man in smooches– // @hyperium

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003. Because the worlds of Borderlands aren't real and I make the rules– Airin means Little Sun in Eridian.

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002. Despite the notorious violence surrounding his partner, Airin is actually extremely kind and welcoming to the employees on Helios. His violent tendencies are reserved for his mercenary work, or if a situation strongly calls for it. Otherwise he is very much the golden retriever of the office and wants to make soft tacos for everyone ( he can't cook for the life of him ).

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001. Before Airin found himself in the company of Handsome Jack and Timothy, his main milieu was the OASIS. There is where he met one of his long-time best friends, Captain Scarlett– leader of the Sand Pirates.

When she was young, Airin saved her from a raid of Bandits at the cost of her hand. Partially from guilt, and also because she was so young, he became a mentor / big brother figure to her. She was always her own free spirit though, so while they were close, Airin didn't hold an overprotective attitude towards her.

Now whenever they cross paths it's a playful rivalry to gain their sought out treasures– which have the massive potential to turn fatal. They're still fond of one another though and will have their soft moments.

EXTRAS.

– Scarlett is aware that Airin is a ' Vault Monster '.

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i knew i would be like haha yay borderlands when i played the first totb but noT LIKE THIS!!

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@hyperium inquired – “ that just makes you a beta cuck. “ ( from jack )

He glances up from his attempt of painting his own nails. Timothy is peacefully asleep in the CEO's lap. Airin can't help but chuckle a little. Maybe this was some attempt to make him join them. The shifter is well aware how much Jack adores being the center of attention...

With his nails still wet though, he absolutely can't!

Airin looks at Jack, then at Tim, and at Jack again. " I don't think I mind if the view is this beautiful. "

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yes yes you’re very beautiful. Bewitching, even. AWFUL parking job, by the way

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^ dumb bitch that will never know which eye to look at when he's talking to jack or timothy