#/aka nev cant write angst anymore\

[vanguardbled-a-blog]

❝ I can’t believe you’re alive! I saw you die. I mourned you. I cried for you. ❞ (hewwo its angst time)

          He must look like a mess. Cayde hasn’t changed at all - that’s the first thing Andal finds when he’s put face to face with his old friend. He’s not sure what to say, even when the Exo speaks - teeth worrying the inside of his cheek as green hues shift from Cayde to the floor at his feet. There’s no guidelines on what to do when this happens - nothing to fall back on to help when his mind draws a blank. 

          “I--I can’t believe I’m alive.” His voice is small, aimed at the ground rather than at Cayde. Andal’s chest hurts with all of this - he’s not sure what he’d prefer; to have everyone think he’s still dead or come back like this after so long and expect everything to go back to how it was before. Hands comb through tangled, too long strands - Andal gave up caring about his appearance somewhere out there. He may as well have been dead - what with Jett barely functioning and his communications cut off completely. He thought he was dead at one point, though all Andal remembers now is blood and pain - a lot of blood. 

          “Six. I’m... I’m sorry--that I didn’t--that I couldn’t get back. That you had to do... This.” Green hues flit up to fix his friend with as meaningful of an expression as he can manage in his state - this was the last thing he thought would happen when he ended up in the center of his worst nightmares at the old Tower. Does he feel guilty about everything he’s clearly put the Exo through in his prolonged near death experience? Absolutely. It’s all he could think about through the darkest times alone out there. 

          “But I’m back now--and I ain’t going anywhere.”

                                                                                              >ʀᴀɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴏᴄᴋ /a./ @aceslinger.