Tobin loves Tali so much it makes him weak in the knees. She's the only thing that makes that boy made of metal and gunpowder be so soft. She's the only authority he'll listen to, the only path he'll follow, the only feet he'll lie at.
The nights without her are the worst, because even if she's not around physically, she haunts him like a ghost. Something tender, something so quiet and gentle he can feel it humming in his bones. He never believed all of the poems, the love songs, the wedding rings, until he met her. He never knew what a soulmate was until he saw her in her guttural entirety and it took all of him not to kiss her.
Tobin loves Tali more than life itself. Pathetically, religiously. Wholly, devotedly. He breaths her in like the smoke from a cigarette they'd share sitting out one night on the roof of her mobile home. He sips on her taste like the booze they'd laugh over while stumbling into the livingroom.
There's no words in any language that express how much that boy loves her. But it burns, it burns softly, so softly, it's suffocating. And he never knew of peace until he laid his head on her lap. He never knew why soldiers returned home from war until he felt her fingers run through his hair.
In every universe, he would find her.
In every universe, that soldier boy would return home from war. He would return home to her.
Tobin loves Tali. He loves her so much it makes him weak in the knees.
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Do you think, after Third Life, Grian ever finds bits of sand in his shoes? Or dead poppies and lilacs in his pockets?
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Posting this right now because everyone is asleep and these guys are just goobers
(at this point the fcking Mockingbird AU is just a Branch harem💀💀💀)
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i love having a favorite character that ill torment endlessly. yes he’s my favorite. yes i cry when he cries. yes i adore him more than any other character in my life. yes i spend way too much money on him. yes i cant handle the very idea of his canon being cancelled. yes i obsess over him and want to put him in a blanket cocoon and give him a nice nap.
but also. yes i call him names i wouldn’t dream of calling anyone else. yes i hope he dies horribly in a fire screaming for his loved ones only to get no response, and feel a striking sense of abandonment in the moments before he passes out. yes i want to see him battered and bloodied and bruised beyond believe. yes i still love him.
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