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TOUCH

-body count au- -Driftcells au- [previous] ----- These are just the last bits of tenderness you'll get to be fair this au is just a small piece of my brain that was enjoying it by itself...so yeah The next chapter will also aso be post today ----

After minutes of contemplation, the Beheaded decided to carry the Drifter back to his living quarters, hoping to keep him asleep. With gentle care, they cradled the Drifter in their arms, lifting him bridal-style to minimize disturbance. As they moved, the Beheaded flame dimmed to a soft flicker, casting a warm, golden glow over the Drifter's face. They walked with deliberate slowness, each step measured to avoid jostling their precious cargo.

The Drifter stirred slightly, his head lolling against the Beheaded chest, but he didn't wake. The Beheaded chest swelled with tenderness, their resolve to protect him deepening with every step.

With quiet reverence, they navigated the darkened corridors, the only sound the soft hum of their flame and the Drifter's gentle snores. The Beheaded thoughts whirled with a mix of emotions, but their primary focus remained on keeping the Drifter safe and serene.

As the Beheaded entered the Drifter's living quarters, they carefully made their way to the bed, trying not to jostle him awake. But as they attempted to lay him down, they realized the Drifter's grip on their arm had tightened, his fingers instinctively holding onto them. Beheaded paused, considering their options. They could either try to untangle themselves from the Drifter's grasp, risking waking him, or lay down beside him, allowing him to continue holding onto them.

For a moment, the Beheaded hesitated, their flame flickering with uncertainty. But then, with an annoyed sigh like gesture, they decided to lay down beside the Drifter, allowing him to keep his grip on their arm.As they settled in, the Beheaded flame dimmed to a soft, warm glow, casting a comforting light over the room. They gazed down at the Drifter, his face peaceful in slumber, and felt a deep sense of connection and belonging.

The Beheaded mind reeled as the Drifter's arms instinctively wrapped around them, pulling him closer. They stiffened, unsure how to react, afraid that any movement would shatter the Drifter's peaceful slumber or that they would cause any harm. They simply remain still, hands to themselves as they decide a way to reciprocate the touch.

As the Drifter's body nestled deeper into their own, the Beheaded thoughts swirled with a mix of emotions. They weren't used to this - affection, touch, intimacy. These were things they had long forgotten, locked away in a distant past. But now, as the Drifter's warmth seeped into their being, the Beheaded felt a floodgate of memories and emotions open. They remembered the comfort of mortal connection, the security of being held, and the joy of being close to another.

Their flame flickered wildly, reflecting the turmoil within. The Beheaded core hummed with a mix of surprise, curiosity, and longing. They didn't know how to process this newfound closeness, but they knew they didn't want it to end.

As the Drifter's gentle snores filled the air, the Beheaded remained still, savoring the warmth and intimacy. They felt their defenses crumbling, their chest opening to the possibility of connection, of love. And in that moment, they knew they would do anything to protect and cherish this fragile, beautiful thing.

As the Beheaded gained confidence they held the Drifter close, their thoughts grew quieter, their mind surrendering to the warmth and comfort of the moment. The safety of the base, the softness of the Drifter's velvet skin and hair, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest all blended together, lulling the Beheaded into a deep relaxation.

Their flame, once a flickering dance of light, slowed to a soft, steady glow, casting a warm, golden ambiance over the room. Their body slowly rested against the wall as they held drifter close.Without realizing it, the Beheaded  gaze softened as they gazed into the darkness. Their thoughts, once a jumble of memories and emotions, untangled, and their mind quieted.

As the silence deepened, the Beheaded body relaxed, their tension melting away. They felt themselves being pulled into a soft, dark abyss, where worries and fears couldn't reach.

And so, surrounded by the warmth and comfort of the Drifter's presence, the Beheaded slowly drifted off to sleep, their slumber mirroring the Drifter's peaceful repose. Together, they slept, lost in a sea of tranquility.

As the Drifter's eyes fluttered open, his gaze was met with the familiar surroundings of his quarters. However, his attention was quickly drawn to the unfamiliar sensation of his arms being wrapped around someone's body. He blinked, trying to clear the haze from his mind as he tried to make clear on thoughts , and that's when he saw the Beheaded, still fast asleep, their body nestled in his embrace.

Memories of the previous day began to flood back, like a dam breaking. The Drifter's mind reeled as he recalled the events that had led him to this moment. He remembered the Beheaded words, their actions, and the way they had cared for him.

The Drifter's gaze softened as he looked at the Beheaded, taking in the peaceful expression on their body. He felt a sense of wonder, of awe, at the connection they had formed. He didn't know what to make of it, but he knew he didn't want to let go.

With a gentle smile, the Drifter's arms tightened around the Beheaded, holding them closer. He felt a sense of belonging, of being exactly where he was meant to be. As he gazed into the Beheaded, he knew that their bond was something special, something worth exploring, something worth fighting for.

The Drifter's thoughts were interrupted by the Beheaded stirrings. They were waking up, and the Drifter's heart skipped a beat as he wondered what would happen next. Would they pull away, or would they embrace this newfound connection?

As the Beheaded body stirred, their instincts took over, holding the Drifter closer. The Drifter, sensing the Beheaded embrace, snuggled deeper, his face nuzzling into their chest. His ears leaned back, a subtle signal of comfort and trust.

The Beheaded consciousness slowly returned, their mind foggy from sleep. They were met with the gentle pressure of the Drifter's body against theirs, and the soft sound of his breathing. Their flame, still dim from slumber, flickered softly, casting a warm glow over the moment.

As they became more aware, the Beheaded arms tightened around the Drifter, holding him secure. They felt a sense of calm, of peace, wash over them. This was new, this feeling of connection, of belonging.

The Beheaded gaze drifted down, taking in the sight of the Drifter's face, nestled against their chest. They saw the gentle curve of his ears, the soft rise and fall of his chest, and the tranquil expression on his face.

In this moment, the Beheaded knew they had found something special. Something worth protecting, worth cherishing. They didn't know what the future held or if the drifter's plan would work, but they knew they wanted to face it with the Drifter by their side besides they had nothing to lose.

The Beheaded gaze met the Drifters, and they were drawn into the depths of his black void eyes. The Drifter's husky voice sent a shiver down their spine as he asked, "How did we end up in my quarters?"

The Beheaded mind stuttered, unsure of how to respond. Yes, this did look weird. They hadn't planned for this, hadn't intended to fall asleep in the Drifter's embrace. But as they looked into his eyes, they saw no accusation, no fear, only curiosity and a hint of warmth.

The Beheaded thoughts scrambled to find an explanation, but all they could manage was a soft, "I...I don't know." Their hands barely above their chest but enough for the drifter to see, they added, "I didn't mean to intrude. It just...happened."

The Drifter's gaze held theirs, his eyes searching for answers. But instead of pushing for more, he simply nodded, his expression softening. "It's okay," he said, his voice low and gentle. "You're welcome to stay."

The Beheaded core widened, their flame flushing with a warm glow. "Welcome?" they repeated, their hands hesitant as filled with wonder. The word echoed in their mind, a gentle breeze soothing their soul.

Without thinking, the Beheaded tightened their embrace, pulling the Drifter closer. The Drifter, caught off guard, was surprised by the sudden gesture. His eyes, still heavy with sleep, snapped open, and he was fully awake.

For a moment, the two just held each other, the Beheaded pulled drifter making his face buried on their chest just under their scarf. The Drifter's arms, still wrapped around the Beheaded, held them secure. The air was thick with tension, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was as if they both knew that something had shifted, something fundamental.

The Drifter's voice, still husky from sleep, whispered, "Yeah, welcome. You're safe here." His words were a gentle promise, a vow to protect and care for the Beheaded.

As they hold each other, the Beheaded flame flickers, casting a warm glow over the moment. It was as if their very essence was responding to the Drifter's words, embracing the sense of belonging and acceptance. ---- [Masterpost] [Next]

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Bladed Tonfas

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Me

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Body Count Au master post

-Driftcells au-

Conection : [part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

New Normalcy : xxxx

The beginning of change : xxxx

Code : xxxx

Touch and confort : xxxx

The Star : xxxx

The quest

Kindness

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The Star

-body count au- -Driftcells au- [previous] ----- This is just a final filler before what i call a dissaster, i'll see you on later..for quest -----

The Drifter's gaze fell upon the Beheaded flame, mesmerized by its gentle dance. He was fascinated by the way it was nestled against his chest, yet didn't burn or scorch his skin. The soft warmth it emanated was like a lullaby, soothing and calming.

Without thinking, the Drifter reached out a hand, his fingers hovering above the flame. The Beheaded, sensing his movement, tensed slightly, but the Drifter's touch was gentle, curious.

As his fingers made contact with the flame, the Drifter felt a surge of wonder. It was warm, like holding a soft, radiant ember. He explored the flame's edges, marveling at its gentle caress.

The Beheaded, sensing the Drifter's fascination, relaxed, their tension easing. They, too, were captivated by the Drifter's wonder, his childlike curiosity.

In this moment, time stood still. The world outside receded, leaving only the two of them, lost in the gentle warmth of the Beheaded flame. It was as if they had stumbled upon a hidden truth, a secret language that only they could understand.

The Drifter's eyes locked onto the Beheaded flame, his gaze filled with a newfound sense of awe and connection. "It's beautiful," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "You're beautiful.”

Although for beheaded pride this was too much,they felt a weird sense of vulnerability that made them want to run off, drifter was taken back by the sudden lift of the beheaded making his head fall back into the mattress as they pushed themselves out. Their escape from the bed was a clumsy one, arms and legs moving in tanterem as they climbed out from the embrace.

The Beheaded stormed out of the room, their dignity pretending to be offended, but their flame told a different story. The Drifter burst into laughter, holding his stomach as he doubled over his hand gently raised in an asking gesture.

“Really? Are you for real just running?" he teased, still chuckling.

The Beheaded middle fingers rose in a playful salute as they exited the room, a clear sign that they weren't truly mad. The Drifter's laughter only grew louder, echoing through the room.

As  Beheaded banished behind the door frame the room was bathed with silence, the Drifter wiped tears from his eyes. "Oh, this is going to be interesting," he whispered to himself, a wide grin still plastered on his face.

In the hallway, the Beheaded flame continued to dance, a soft glow that betrayed their true emotions. They weren't mad; they were just embarrassed. And maybe, just maybe, a little bit happy.

As Drifter freshened up, his movements were fluid and relaxed. He splashed water on his face, the cool liquid invigorating his senses. As he patted his face dry, he couldn't help but smile, thinking about the Beheaded playful exit.

Meanwhile, outside the room, the Beheaded flame had returned to its normal blaze, a warm, golden light that illuminated the hallway. They stood with their back against the wall, trying to compose themselves, their chest still uncertain from the encounter.

As they stood there, trying to gather their thoughts, the Beheaded heard the steps behind them. They turned to see the Drifter, his hair mussed, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Ready to face the day?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.

The Beheaded nodded, their flame flickering with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. They knew that today would bring new challenges, new moments of connection, and maybe, just maybe, a deeper understanding of their feelings for the Drifter. ------- [Masterpost] [Next]

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Connection

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Bladed Tonfas

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TOUCH

-body count au- -Driftcells au- [previous] ----- These are just the last bits of tenderness you'll get to be fair this au is just a small piece of my brain that was enjoying it by itself...so yeah The next chapter will also aso be post today ----

After minutes of contemplation, the Beheaded decided to carry the Drifter back to his living quarters, hoping to keep him asleep. With gentle care, they cradled the Drifter in their arms, lifting him bridal-style to minimize disturbance. As they moved, the Beheaded flame dimmed to a soft flicker, casting a warm, golden glow over the Drifter's face. They walked with deliberate slowness, each step measured to avoid jostling their precious cargo.

The Drifter stirred slightly, his head lolling against the Beheaded chest, but he didn't wake. The Beheaded chest swelled with tenderness, their resolve to protect him deepening with every step.

With quiet reverence, they navigated the darkened corridors, the only sound the soft hum of their flame and the Drifter's gentle snores. The Beheaded thoughts whirled with a mix of emotions, but their primary focus remained on keeping the Drifter safe and serene.

As the Beheaded entered the Drifter's living quarters, they carefully made their way to the bed, trying not to jostle him awake. But as they attempted to lay him down, they realized the Drifter's grip on their arm had tightened, his fingers instinctively holding onto them. Beheaded paused, considering their options. They could either try to untangle themselves from the Drifter's grasp, risking waking him, or lay down beside him, allowing him to continue holding onto them.

For a moment, the Beheaded hesitated, their flame flickering with uncertainty. But then, with an annoyed sigh like gesture, they decided to lay down beside the Drifter, allowing him to keep his grip on their arm.As they settled in, the Beheaded flame dimmed to a soft, warm glow, casting a comforting light over the room. They gazed down at the Drifter, his face peaceful in slumber, and felt a deep sense of connection and belonging.

The Beheaded mind reeled as the Drifter's arms instinctively wrapped around them, pulling him closer. They stiffened, unsure how to react, afraid that any movement would shatter the Drifter's peaceful slumber or that they would cause any harm. They simply remain still, hands to themselves as they decide a way to reciprocate the touch.

As the Drifter's body nestled deeper into their own, the Beheaded thoughts swirled with a mix of emotions. They weren't used to this - affection, touch, intimacy. These were things they had long forgotten, locked away in a distant past. But now, as the Drifter's warmth seeped into their being, the Beheaded felt a floodgate of memories and emotions open. They remembered the comfort of mortal connection, the security of being held, and the joy of being close to another.

Their flame flickered wildly, reflecting the turmoil within. The Beheaded core hummed with a mix of surprise, curiosity, and longing. They didn't know how to process this newfound closeness, but they knew they didn't want it to end.

As the Drifter's gentle snores filled the air, the Beheaded remained still, savoring the warmth and intimacy. They felt their defenses crumbling, their chest opening to the possibility of connection, of love. And in that moment, they knew they would do anything to protect and cherish this fragile, beautiful thing.

As the Beheaded gained confidence they held the Drifter close, their thoughts grew quieter, their mind surrendering to the warmth and comfort of the moment. The safety of the base, the softness of the Drifter's velvet skin and hair, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest all blended together, lulling the Beheaded into a deep relaxation.

Their flame, once a flickering dance of light, slowed to a soft, steady glow, casting a warm, golden ambiance over the room. Their body slowly rested against the wall as they held drifter close.Without realizing it, the Beheaded  gaze softened as they gazed into the darkness. Their thoughts, once a jumble of memories and emotions, untangled, and their mind quieted.

As the silence deepened, the Beheaded body relaxed, their tension melting away. They felt themselves being pulled into a soft, dark abyss, where worries and fears couldn't reach.

And so, surrounded by the warmth and comfort of the Drifter's presence, the Beheaded slowly drifted off to sleep, their slumber mirroring the Drifter's peaceful repose. Together, they slept, lost in a sea of tranquility.

As the Drifter's eyes fluttered open, his gaze was met with the familiar surroundings of his quarters. However, his attention was quickly drawn to the unfamiliar sensation of his arms being wrapped around someone's body. He blinked, trying to clear the haze from his mind as he tried to make clear on thoughts , and that's when he saw the Beheaded, still fast asleep, their body nestled in his embrace.

Memories of the previous day began to flood back, like a dam breaking. The Drifter's mind reeled as he recalled the events that had led him to this moment. He remembered the Beheaded words, their actions, and the way they had cared for him.

The Drifter's gaze softened as he looked at the Beheaded, taking in the peaceful expression on their body. He felt a sense of wonder, of awe, at the connection they had formed. He didn't know what to make of it, but he knew he didn't want to let go.

With a gentle smile, the Drifter's arms tightened around the Beheaded, holding them closer. He felt a sense of belonging, of being exactly where he was meant to be. As he gazed into the Beheaded, he knew that their bond was something special, something worth exploring, something worth fighting for.

The Drifter's thoughts were interrupted by the Beheaded stirrings. They were waking up, and the Drifter's heart skipped a beat as he wondered what would happen next. Would they pull away, or would they embrace this newfound connection?

As the Beheaded body stirred, their instincts took over, holding the Drifter closer. The Drifter, sensing the Beheaded embrace, snuggled deeper, his face nuzzling into their chest. His ears leaned back, a subtle signal of comfort and trust.

The Beheaded consciousness slowly returned, their mind foggy from sleep. They were met with the gentle pressure of the Drifter's body against theirs, and the soft sound of his breathing. Their flame, still dim from slumber, flickered softly, casting a warm glow over the moment.

As they became more aware, the Beheaded arms tightened around the Drifter, holding him secure. They felt a sense of calm, of peace, wash over them. This was new, this feeling of connection, of belonging.

The Beheaded gaze drifted down, taking in the sight of the Drifter's face, nestled against their chest. They saw the gentle curve of his ears, the soft rise and fall of his chest, and the tranquil expression on his face.

In this moment, the Beheaded knew they had found something special. Something worth protecting, worth cherishing. They didn't know what the future held or if the drifter's plan would work, but they knew they wanted to face it with the Drifter by their side besides they had nothing to lose.

The Beheaded gaze met the Drifters, and they were drawn into the depths of his black void eyes. The Drifter's husky voice sent a shiver down their spine as he asked, "How did we end up in my quarters?"

The Beheaded mind stuttered, unsure of how to respond. Yes, this did look weird. They hadn't planned for this, hadn't intended to fall asleep in the Drifter's embrace. But as they looked into his eyes, they saw no accusation, no fear, only curiosity and a hint of warmth.

The Beheaded thoughts scrambled to find an explanation, but all they could manage was a soft, "I...I don't know." Their hands barely above their chest but enough for the drifter to see, they added, "I didn't mean to intrude. It just...happened."

The Drifter's gaze held theirs, his eyes searching for answers. But instead of pushing for more, he simply nodded, his expression softening. "It's okay," he said, his voice low and gentle. "You're welcome to stay."

The Beheaded core widened, their flame flushing with a warm glow. "Welcome?" they repeated, their hands hesitant as filled with wonder. The word echoed in their mind, a gentle breeze soothing their soul.

Without thinking, the Beheaded tightened their embrace, pulling the Drifter closer. The Drifter, caught off guard, was surprised by the sudden gesture. His eyes, still heavy with sleep, snapped open, and he was fully awake.

For a moment, the two just held each other, the Beheaded pulled drifter making his face buried on their chest just under their scarf. The Drifter's arms, still wrapped around the Beheaded, held them secure. The air was thick with tension, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was as if they both knew that something had shifted, something fundamental.

The Drifter's voice, still husky from sleep, whispered, "Yeah, welcome. You're safe here." His words were a gentle promise, a vow to protect and care for the Beheaded.

As they hold each other, the Beheaded flame flickers, casting a warm glow over the moment. It was as if their very essence was responding to the Drifter's words, embracing the sense of belonging and acceptance. ---- [Masterpost] [Next]

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Coin

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Mmm..Bobby ✨💜

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>:DI'm giving hand drawing another try!

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things ill never thought to see in like...FOREVER

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Wet cat

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Body Count Au master post

-Driftcells au-

Conection : [part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

New Normalcy : xxxx

The beginning of change : xxxx

Code : xxxx

Touch and confort

The Star

The quest

Kindness

[sombritas-des]

Went on a little break and made a comic.

If this turns out how I want it to instead of me going off script, I will be happy.

Try not to have too many expectations with this one, i have the outline of a plan and no update schedule.

Also, the shield is in the void. Lets just say he had to drop it to pick up the shiny.

Part 1 -part 2(not even I know, but I guarantee it'll exist)

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CODE

-body count au- -Driftcells au- [previous] ----- We're almost on the part I love the most…next ones are coming double, so expect 2 more next time…and then *sweats nervously* -----

The Beheaded flame rested gently over the Drifter's shoulder, their core still focused intently on the Holo screen. Despite their best efforts, they couldn't decipher the complex code and connections.

Finally, they signed their hands getting the attention of the drifter, "What have you discovered, Drifter? I can't make sense of this." 

The Drifter leaned back, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. "I've found a hidden backdoor in the Southlands," he said, his eyes shining with excitement. "It looks like a deliberate entry point, but I'm not sure who created it or why."

The Beheaded flame danced with curiosity, their hands moving quickly. "Can you show me?"

The Drifter nodded, his fingers flying across the interface. The Holo screen flickered, revealing a hidden pathway in the code.

"See this?" the Drifter said, his voice filled with awe. "This is the entry point. It's cleverly disguised, but I think I can trace it to its source."

The Beheaded glance focuses , their core humming with intrigue. They signed, "Do it. Let's see where it leads.” Beheaded hands moved swiftly, singing, "Can you display a map form of what we're seeing?"Expressed beheaded as they leaned closer.

The Drifter nodded, his fingers dancing across the interface. The Holo screen flickered, and a 3D map of the Southlands internal structure appeared before them.

The Beheaded flame flared with excitement as they gazed upon the map. Their core hummed with recognition, their knowledge of maps and spatial awareness shining through.

"Ah, now this is something I can work with," the Beheaded signed, their hands moving with confidence.

With ease, the Beheaded began to point out entrance points, hallways, and hidden passages. Their knowledge of maps allowed them to navigate the complex structure with precision.

"Here, Drifter," the Beheaded signed, their finger tracing a path on the map. "This is the most likely entrance point. And here, we can access the central hub."

The Drifter's eyes widened in amazement, his gaze darting between the map and the Beheaded. "How do you know this?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.

The Beheaded shrugged, their flame flickering with pride. "Maps are my strong talent," they signed. "I can read them like a book.”

With the Beheaded guidance, the Drifter poured the map's information into code, and the Holo screen came alive. The map lit up, revealing a precoded path they could follow inside the facility. It was as if they had entered a secret code, and the map unfolded its secrets before them.

The Drifter's eyes scanned the map, his heart racing with excitement. "This is it," he whispered. "This is the layout of the facility."

The Beheaded flame danced with anticipation as they gazed at the map. "The pods," they signed, their hands moving swiftly. "Where are they?"

The Drifter's fingers flew across the interface, and the map zoomed in on a specific section. "Here," he said, his voice filled with triumph. "The pods are located in elevator 4, underground 3."

The map revealed a network of rooms, corridors, and hidden passages. The Drifter's eyes locked onto the pod chamber, his mind racing with possibilities.

"We can do this," the Drifter said, his voice filled with determination. "We can try it out, there has to be something suitable."

The Beheaded flame flared with agreement, their hands signing, "Let's move. We have a facility to explore.”

Although the Beheaded energy was short-circuited as the Drifter yawned, his exhaustion finally caught up with him. The Beheaded gaze narrowed, their hands moving swiftly.

"Wait, no, no, no," the Beheaded signed, their flame flickering with concern.

But the Drifter's eyelids drooped, his head nodding forward. The Beheaded quickly moved, holding the Drifter down with a gentle but firm grasp.

"Nevermind that," the Beheaded signed, their hands moving softly. "That can wait. You need rest, Drifter. We can't have you collapsing on me now."

The Drifter mumbled, his words slurred with fatigue. "Just...five...minutes..."

The Beheaded shrugger softly a soft sense of mirth on their posture, their flame dancing with amusement. "No, Drifter. You're going to sleep for a few hours. I'll keep watch."

With a gentle touch, the Beheaded guided the Drifter's head onto a nearby pillow, their hands signing softly. "Sleep, Drifter. I've got this.”

The Drifter didn't fight the Beheaded decision, his eyes too tired from staring at the Holo screen. He felt the gentle glide of the Beheaded hands as they guided him to rest, as he lay himself down, surrendering to exhaustion.

The Beheaded kept their word, watching over the Drifter with a gentle gaze. But they also kept an eye on the still-active Holo map in front of them, their flame flickering with a mix of vigilance and curiosity.

As the Drifter's breathing slowed, the Beheaded attention turned back to the map, their hands moving swiftly to zoom in on the pod chamber. They studied the layout, committing every detail to memory. In a way they had to succeed or at least give the hope for drifter that they would try. 

The Beheaded gaze darted back to the Drifter, ensuring he was still asleep. Satisfied, they returned their attention to the map, their mind racing with drifter's proposition, infiltrating a lab to find a suitable vessel for them ,they found that amusing if not ridiculous,but they were no one to ignore drifter's wishes.

The Beheaded gaze lingered on the Drifter, their thoughts drifting to the unspoken truth they had been trying to ignore. Had they truly accepted their feelings for the Drifter? The question echoed through their mind like a whispered secret.

As they stood watch, the weight of their emotions slowly settled upon them. They had grown to care for the Drifter, to value their companionship and trust. The thought of losing them, of facing another devastating loss, was almost too much to bear.

The Beheaded flame flickered, its gentle glow betraying the turmoil within. They had thought themselves numb to the pain of loss, but the Drifter's presence had awakened long-dormant emotions and that new revelation frightened them. 

With a quiet slump, the Beheaded acknowledged the truth: they had fallen for the Drifter. The realization brought a mix of emotions - fear, vulnerability, and a deep longing.

As they stood there, lost in thought, the Beheaded resolve strengthened. They would do everything in their power to protect the Drifter, to ensure their safety and happiness. For the first time in a long time, the Beheaded felt truly alive. ------ [Masterpost] [Next]