#◥「kaz.」- ꜱɪɢɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ.

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                     “ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ.”

private/selective/multi muse destiny oc blog penned by nev kaz//laurens//fawke

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       Panic is the first thing the Hunter feels at the sight of his friend in such a state. The Light isn’t with them anymore, Ghost is clutched in trembling hands tight to his chest and now the world wants to take Solgun away from him as well? None of this is right - none of it can be happening. It’s all a nightmare. Just one dream that’s gone too far - she can’t be hurt. She needs to be okay. She needs to be okay - even if it’s just for him. 

        Blue hues search her features, her voice doesn’t sound as calm as he wants it to be - that much is obvious as Ghost is tucked into the rubble and hands grip at his own cloak. Tearing it effortlessly into strips for use in stemming the flow. Or at least attempting to. With the Light as their means of survival this long - Kaz doesn’t remember much about actual wounds with the threat of death if something goes wrong. 

        Gritting his teeth through the pain and blood sat beneath his own armour, the Nightstalker doesn’t even attempt to speak or sign in his friend’s direction as the material is nudged against the wound - pushing Sol’s own hands away in favour of the patch of already mangled and damaged fabric. Teeth bury themselves in his bottom lip as blue eyes dare to twitch upwards and take the woman in. 

        Please be okay.

                                                                                           -continued from X / @solgunslinger.

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.this time on: nev’s ocs cannot look after themselves, everyone kaz meets either adopts him as their own or cares for him in their Own Way and i love that

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.ya’ll my Child i CAN’T GET OVER HOW GODDAMNED CUTE HE IS IM SOBBING

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        While most would probably flinch from the sight of the Exo’s heavily damaged throat area, Kaz only leans in closer with something of a smile lighting up his features as he rocks back onto his heels to make eye contact again. So they were like him! Something inside his chest swells at the realisation as hands that had clasped behind his back after signing pull up to his own neck.

        Despite himself, the Hunter hesitates for a split second before pulling his own under-layer away to reveal the thick, deep set scarring over the majority of his throat. To an onlooker it would loo like the Hunter’s throat had been torn out in a past life - being the result of his death at a first glance. Kaz doesn’t really know how he got the scarring but he knows the damage to his voice isn’t quite as severe as the Exo’s own. He can still talk - though only at risk of pain and tearing somewhere in his throat.

        //I’ve never met anyone else who’s the same as me.// The signs are more confident now - less pressed against his chest as the Nightstalker straightens before Cricket. //I mean... I can talk, but not very well. It hurts.//

            ��                                                                                  -continued from X / @cricket-7​.

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“Did you think I wouldn’t notice you watching me?” (from the Speaker, muse of your choice c:)

The words jerk Kaz out of his trance-like state - almost causing him to fall backwards off of his perch above the robed figure. He likes watching the Speaker - something about the calm voice or the measured movements lull Kaz into a sense of security usually only reached when Ghost all but tranquilizes the Hunter in order to get him to just rest every once in a while.

The noise of surprise drags through his throat like needles, the taste of blood in the distance as chapped and scarred lips part as if to speak only to close again as hands appear before the Hunter. He’s still perched above the Speaker, eyes wide and genuinely surprised that he was seen - usually people don’t hear him coming, even if he’s trying to be heard. This isn’t a situation he’s used to experiencing, it’s jarring to say the least. 

Signs form between them, Ghost hovering next to his Guardian - ready to translate if he should need to. //I didn’t mean to--I’m sorry I was just--// Kaz quickly comes to the conclusion that there isn’t really an excuse for having been watching someone from a distance for over an hour as he hurries to explain his intrusion. //I wasn’t... I’m sorry I’ll find somewhere else.//

                                                                                          - ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴄᴇ /a./ @lightvoices.

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.tag dump

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.someone make kaz Sleep. the poor boi is runnin on empty i swear.

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‘ did you get any sleep last night? ’ perhaps kaz?

       Okay, maybe he’d been staring for too long. That tends to happen when he’s trying to stay awake - though usually he stares at a wall or the sky, there isn’t normally a Titan in his line of sight. Blue hues widen at the question, the Nightstalker scrambling to straighten his posture where he’s sat against a wall as he scrambles for an answer. As usual, Ghost appears over his shoulder ready to translate over the usual language barrier.

        //Of course.// A pause of his signs and a shake of his head follows as Kaz apparently thinks better of lying to the figure before him. //No... I didn’t. Sleep isn’t... My thing.//

       Straightening further, Kaz pushes himself to his feet unsteadily - ignoring the way his head spins at the change of position and his vision darkens. Maybe he stumbles slightly too - though he ignores that as well in favour of offering a weak smile to the Titan.

                                                                          - ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ. /a./ @wardeddawn.

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.plotting/shipping call! hit the like button and ill contact u when im next on and we can organise some plots between our babs and all that good stuff!!

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.THIS JUST IN: THE NIGHTSTALKER KID IS STILL CUTE