#Misraakskel

[brontios-helm]

Destiny 2: Saved From Oneself

[jellidile]

SHOCKED AND APPALLED I DIDNT POST THIS SOONER

anyway gay people :))

[ahamkara-apologist]

25: "senseless" and 3: "bite me". Big Misraakskel thoughts

ehehhehe Misraaks...beeg. beeg boi

Hope y'all enjoy more Aeris bc that's who you're gonna get, courtesy of the Council (friends) enabling me

Micro fic prompts (SFW) | NSFT fic prompts (NSFT)

The best part of offering to help Misraaks with his cycles was just how big he was.

Aeris had not gotten into size play because he had eyes too big for his asshole. It had started out as a dull curiosity instead, a means of actually getting his masturbation sessions to come to a finish instead of losing interest (and erectile power) before he spilled. Pain was the quickest and easiest way to remind himself that he was still alive, but edging wasn’t his thing, and he hadn’t enjoyed accidentally blue-balling himself. Some bored digging into how to spice up his (solo) sex life had introduced him to prostate play, and then to size kink, and the idea of training his body to process pleasure differently than the easy way out had sparked a curiosity in him that he threw himself into wholeheartedly.

Sex, he soon discovered, was easier when he had a goal in mind- at least, one other than bodily maintenance. He had gone to the Drifter to teach him, and that was good, but Drifter had a soft open heart under his sly exterior, and Aeris feared what would change between them if he continued seeking him out for intimacy. The way that he’d carded his fingers through his hair and whispered praises to him when he traced his tongue over the scars circling the base of his dick had felt too close for comfort already. The way he could play with his prostate until he was just a melted puddle in his lap was great, but not if it meant that Drifter would come to want something that he couldn’t reciprocate.

Misraaks had been a much more inviting option. He was a Kell, and thus he was far too busy to think about romance, if he even had a taste for it to begin with. That Misraaks had a pair of hemipenes longer and thicker than his own forearm had simply sweetened the deal in his eyes- even if he was far more cautious of them than he needed to be.

Granted, he hadn’t offered his body as heat relief (or, as the Eliksni called it, the Gnaw) because he knew Misraaks was well-endowed. He’d done it because he’d seen the way that Misraaks was silently suffering under the demands of his own body in person, and wanted to help. With the species difference and his status as the Young Wolf, he was both high-ranking enough to be an appropriate match for a Kell, and an improper enough fit for the concept of long-term mateship to be out of the question. And he didn’t have the means to start ovulating when the barbs of Misraaks’s cock raked over his walls. It was a win-win, really.

Aeris leaned back against the bulwark of Misraaks’s thighs, his own legs trembling from a mixture of pleasure and exertion. With a brain fogged with pleasure, he reached down to feel the bulge poking through his abdomen, his skinny frame doing nothing to hide the way it twitched and writhed inside of him, sending inescapable pulses of electric pleasure up his spine. Misraaks’s second hemipene dragged over his belly, a slick, warm pressure between his balls. His own dick bobbed uselessly next to it, tip flushed a deep red as it dribbled precum, almost comically small next to it. Misraaks himself was nearly lost to the fog of the Gnaw, head tipped back, eyes closed as a long, low groan rattled in his chest. All of his claws were sunk deep into the fabric of the nest, gripping tight enough to threaten to tear through the silken fabric; Aeris wished they were digging into his own flesh instead.

One day, Aeris thought feverishly, one day he would be good enough to take them both. But for now, the one inside of him was all he needed. With a hiss of exertion, he forced himself to continue riding the Kell of Light, stroking both hands up and down the other hemipene so that he wouldn’t be tempted to touch his own dick. He was too close already. Too close, and he wanted to see if he could cum like this, if he could force his body past the limits of its coding to take its pleasure from being fucked alone.

Evidently, he wasn’t moving fast enough for Misraaks. With a sudden snarl of frustration, the Kell suddenly surged upright, cradling Aeris’s body with his left hands. Mumbling an apology in a raspy, near-unintelligible voice, he rolled the both of them over so that Aeris was on his hands and knees with Misraaks draped over his back, Misraaks physically twisting him around on his dick as he did so so that he would not need to pull out. Aeris cried out, and Misraaks’s claws dug into his hips in response, his growl turning to a low, frantic rumble as he began to fuck Aeris proper, hard and fast and desperate for release.

The sudden sting of claws pricking his skin paired with the drag of a cock over his prostate was divine. Aeris arched into the sensation, his moan growing choppy as Misraaks jolted into him, and tried to blink back tears of overstimulation. Misraaks had spilled in him already, and the ether in his spend had gone to his head. He felt too big for his body, nebulously drifting outside of overwhelming pleasure surging through his veins, but the cold prick of pain grounded him, made it real.

Misraaks’s jaws lolled open, mandibles hanging loose. He was apologizing, for some reason- apologizing for being so rough, so needy, for making such a mess out of him. The words were slurred, drunkenly incoherent, and so Aeris tuned them out. Instead, he reached a hand up to grab a mandible and pull his head down, forcing Misraaks to press his muzzle to his shoulder as he reared back a bit, huffing in confusion.

“Bite me,” he begged, senseless to anything but the sudden need for more pain. He was close. He was so close and he wanted it, he wanted it, he needed the sting of teeth and the prick of claws and the drag of hot barbs over his swollen prostate. Pain, pain to balance out the overwhelming pleasure, and he was aching to cum so badly he could almost cry. “Bite me, please bite me.”

Misraaks did not bite him. He hilted himself in Aeris instead, grinding his hips against the bony jut of his ass as if it was physically impossible for him to stop moving, and gently pried his fingers off of his jaw, voice strained from restraint. “You do not know what you are asking.”

Aeris nearly sobbed in frustration. He was so close it hurt, and the heavy pressure of Misraaks’s cock grinding against his prostate was just not quite enough to get him off. “I can take it. Please.”

“No.”

“Please, I need it, I-” Misraaks’s teeth closed on his wrist, his large mandibular teeth shallowly piercing his forearm as he gave a few hard, sharp thrusts, and the piercing, aching pain was enough. He came with a sharp cry, legs trembling uncontrollably as he spilled untouched, and Misraaks fucked him through it, a soothing rumble underlaying the wet slap of his hips and Aeris’s whining pants. The flat plane of his tongue lapped away the blood beading on his pale skin as Aeris watched, mind hazy once again from overstimulation.

It hadn’t been a full bite. More of a gentle nip. There wasn’t even any nerve damage when he flexed his fingers. As Misraaks resumed his rough, fast pace, trilling with urgency, Aeris pulled his arm back to his mouth and bit down himself, digging as hard as he could into the marks with his own flat human teeth, a defense against the pleasure as it passed over the knife’s edge of too much.

Misraaks came with a near-silent gasp, flooding his guts and splattering his front with warm, ether-rich cum. Aeris felt it hit immediately, a rejuvinating jolt that sent a surge of energy through his limbs, but Misraaks didn’t linger this time. He pulled out, leaving a veritable flood of cum in his wake, and rolled onto his side to hold Aeris close, panting hard. Aeris let go of his own arm to look up at him, and found the kell staring at the mark he made with heavy-lidded eyes, an indecipherable look in the cerulean depths.

He made a soft noise in the back of his throat, holding it up in question. But Misraaks just shook his head, taking Aeris’s arm in his own to smooth his thumb over the angry red marks. His spiracles flared as he exhaled, warm air tickling Aeris’s ribs. He squirmed a bit, wincing as the gelled spend on his stomach pulled at on the short hair there, but Misraaks didn’t seem to notice that either, dropping his arm so that he could pin Aeris tight to his chest.

“Later,” he said, voice still thick with his mating-rumble. He hadn’t yet sheathed himself, which was a telling sign that the Gnaw had gripped him in full- that, and the sheer amount of ether in his seminal fluid. Aeris felt as if he was starting to float, and it wasn't from the overstimulation. “Let us rest for now. I cannot think clearly enough for this.”

Aeris just grunted his assent, closing his eyes. He wanted water, but the prospect of moving right now was starting to become more and more unappealing. His arm was sore, as was his ass, but it was a good, comforting soreness, and Misraaks was holding onto him with all four of his arms, squeezing him tight. He was content to just sleep for a bit before the next wave hit, and then Misraaks would be waking him up again, needlessly apologetic for the interruption. His curiosity could wait.

They had a long night ahead of them yet.

[tiredarts-main]

same

I'm not sorry for the person I'm about to be when revenant drops btw

[makoredeyes]

(are these still open?x) 30. Misraaks and Saint x

YESSSSS thank you for sending me probably one of my favorite prompts! <3 <3 <3

#30 - as a comfort

The Market District was a bright place full of color, movement, light, and sound. Life moved all around Saint as he ambled carefully around shoppers and booths alike, admiring the people as much as the wares on display.

There were enough humans here mingling with the Eliksni of House Light that Saint almost blended in, if it weren't for his significant stature, and that, for the moment at least, he was the only Exo in the crowd. It warmed his heart to see Humanity and their once enemies mixing peacefully. It was a beautiful day. The sun was out, the sky was clear. The scent of flowers mixed with sweetly with roasting meats and breads. A pair of Drekhs plucked away on acoustic guitars in the shade of a tree, the couple tinkering on a duet together. Saint shot them a smile as he passed and one raised a secondary arm in greeting. The other, a transplant from another house, was still regrowing docked arms, but tipped its snout up instead. Saint's smile brightened as he passed along, ducking under low-hanging flower pots and through an archway.

Eido's grotto was cooler, but no less bright than outside. There were flowers everywhere, and butterflies danced in sunbeams filtering down through the ceiling. Saint reckoned they must be drawn to her sweet demeanor because he'd seen them nowhere else outside. One curious, sociable creature knew another, he reasoned warmly.

The young Scribe was nowhere to be seen, but her concoctions burbled and bubbled quietly on overladen workbenches, so Saint thought she must not be too far away. She never was.

She didn't like to leave her father out of her sight for too long these days.

Neither did Saint.

Unconcerned with examining Eido's work too closely, Saint turned away from that patch of sunshine to the shadow in the corner, his eyes dimming.

Misraakskel sat slumped in his throne, arms folded tight around his carapace, head lowered, the lights of his helm dim as he slumbered. For a minute, Saint stands planted where he is, watching. Misraaks is shrinking, his armor loose on his body, his limbs slim. The seat of the great chair supporting him seems to swallow his body instead of surround it.

There is no ignoring that the Kell of the House of Light is ailing.

As Saint watches, Misraaks' head tosses, the Kell hissing audibly with a hard vent of Ether. His legs twitch, and the claws of his hands scrabble against the armor covering his thighs. He jerks, moaning. The shadows surrounding him have grown longer. Darker.

Saint knows the evil that haunts him.

Looking around and confirming they are alone, he strides across the room and right up the dias, squaring his shoulders as he walks.

"Leave him alone, you vile wretch," he hisses, his voice low. He is looking at Misraaks, but he is addressing someone - something - else. He knows what is there, even if he cannot see it, and he is not afraid. "You are not allowed power here this day. Be gone!" He reaches Misraaks, and a distinct chill, wet and slippery like an ice cube, slides right down his spine to settle uncomfortably low in his gut, but Saint ignores it.

"Misraakskel," he whispers, bending low over his friend. "You are strong. You are loved. And today, you are safe with the Saint." He bends at the waist and kisses the knuckles of one of Misraaks' hands gently.

The shadows seem to ease, and Misraaks heaves a sigh, his slumber becoming restful as soon as Saint touches him. 

Saint pulls back, surprised that was truly all it had taken, but then nods curtly to himself, satisfied with the results.

"Good," he murmurs to himself. "Then I will stay."

With that, he folds himself up at Misraaks' feet and settles down to stand guard for as long as it takes.

It was the least he could do, after all, after everything.

[awokennerd]

Misraakskel! I was going to simply practice drawing the way eliksni stand by drawing a vandal or captain, but it turned into me drawing everyone's favorite craw daddy.

[telestoapologist]

and misraakskel, who did NOT die,

[silverstarstrike]

I cannot unsee the bisexual lighting. Congratulations on coming out as Bi Misraakskell.

Faolan off to the side:

[tiredarts-sketchbook]

Misraakskel!

[brontios-helm]

Destiny 2: Eliksni And Wrath

[thefirstknife]

An ex-Salvation Dreg calls Eido, "Eidokel" in Regnant (grenade launcher)'s lore tab!!

The dreg is actually called Thrysiks and he speaks to Eido, Mithrax' daughter. She took over being a Kell because Mithrax is occupied with the relief efforts on Earth.

"I act on behalf of my father, Misraakskel of House Light." She spoke gently and in their shared language, trying to ease his fear. "I am Eido, Scribe of our House."

"Aa-ee-doh," the Dreg repeated. He practiced her Awoken name a few times until he could pronounce it. "My name is Thrysiks. Houseless."

She is very happy to be called Eidokel, even if it's just temporary!

An interesting thing to note is that Thrysiks is the same Eliksni that we see in the lore tab for the Caretaker sword. Thrysiks later came to Spider looking for work and Spider wanted him to sell secrets about Eramis and House Salvation, something Thrysiks refused because he dislikes Spider.

Drifter supported Thrysiks and helped him leave, then talked to him about what he could really be doing; taking care of Eliksni kids:

"As you just saw," Drifter said in a low voice, "Spider's tryin' to use this little charity to bring more people into his crew. Eido told me to keep an eye on him. And she told me another thing, too—you're good with kids."

Drifter paused at Thrysiks's silent confusion.

"Hatchlings! All swaddled up and smiling. So cute I could eat 'em up."

Confusion turned into apprehension.

"Ah, just an expression. Old Earth phrase," Drifter explained. "Anyway, lotta orphans comin' in from the EDZ, and your Scribe's a bit preoccupied. Eido said you looked after them the other day. Even led them in a little song. That true?"

"Yes. Thrysiks likes hatchlings," the Eliksni buzzed. Drifter grinned.

"Good. Let's hope they like you too, Teach."

Drifter's soft spot for Eliksni and especially hatchlings continues. I love him for this. Really love that Drifter is also there to stop Spider from potentially exploiting any of the Eliksni that show up.

[ahamkara-apologist]

"he's too big you can't fuck misraakskel it'd kill you"

regular human: aw damn. I can dream...

every thirsty lightbearer ever: sex with misraaks would hurt me? you promise? You Promise? please provide proof for very important research purposes

follow up: the archives have a section colloquially known as the "horny guardian" section that covers a wide range of frequently asked-for texts including any and all texts on species specific biology and mating rituals, if applicable they have to ask guardians to understand shame enough to STOP asking the poor archivists for erotica and at least try to find it themselves. please.

KJSHDFBGKJSHDFG SO REAL AND TRUE. I def. think there'd be more masochists among lightbearers than people might anticipate, bc they deal with so much pain in their job that they either a.) have a very different relationship/means of processing it compared to normal humans, or b.) want to have some way to take ownership over it in their regular life. Though I severely doubt that Misraaks would let that happen outside of total Nezarac corruption, he feels like the sort of guy who'd worry obsessively over breaking you and then apologize repeatedly for his massive fuckin shlongs

that being said...do not discount the power of Horny, my friend. People aren't out there buying XXL dildos just to expand their horizons for creative weaponry. The human body can stretch much farther than people think it can; even if Misraaks is as hung as I like to joke he is, that's still not hung enough to outsize some of the dildos on the market out there. I'm sure a regular human person would be able to take him if they trained well enough, though Misraaks might have some concerns about it

[tiredarts-main]

Thinking abt how Osiris, Misraakskel, and Nimbus would interact

Like, imagine a season where Osiris and Nimbus reach out to Misraaks for help with a Vex invasion on Neomuna

and the three of them find assimilated!Asher in the Vexnet commanding an entire legion of “corrupted” frames to wage war on the Sol Divisive or some shit

Could be an opportunity for Vex allies, even if temporarily

Seasonal armor could be similar to the Undying ornaments- Vex shit- but mixed with Splicer stuff, Neomuni tech, and maybe aspects of the Mercury sets

Weapons could be reprised Mercury and Splicer weapons, or even fusions of the two

[ravynfeather-art]

Guardian-Child

(Destiny OC insert; takes place during Season of Plunder)

(Warning(s): kidnapping, brief threats of torture, implied character death if you squint)

Even Eramiskel would have shrieked in outrage if she had seen the small thing that my crew dropped at my feet, and she was far more patient than I have and ever will be. But I forced myself to hold my tongue and instead watch the creature before me struggle to get up with both pairs of its wrists bound together. It was an older hatchling: small and gowned in leather, armor and blue cloth. Its flesh and shell were of dark shades that I have never seen on an Eliksni—I could see its near-black carapace and almost-gray skin peek out from under its hood as it wriggled itself up into a sitting position. It adjusted, casually crossing its legs and placing its bound hands in its lap before it lifted its head and locked four dark blue eyes onto me. It gazed at me and I glared straight back. Straight into those undisturbed abysses that somehow seemed to stare directly into my soul. It felt like the Darkness itself was looking directly at me.

   It was unnerving.

   One of my Drekhs crawled forward, watching the hatchling carefully from the corner of their eyes as they muttered to me, “It wears a weapon like Eramiskel…!”

   “He wears a weapon like Eramiskel,” the child corrected in a tone that did not portray his situation of being bound in chains and imprisoned on an enemy Ketch with Eliksni that would gladly kill him. The Drekh flinched at his words and quickly scuttled away like the coward they were while I continued to glare him down, drawing my knife from its sheathe and toying with the blade in my lower claws as I slowly stepped closer and closer to him, and in response, he stretched out his arms with a quiet groan. I saw it. My crew couldn’t see it, but I could and I knew that he was purposely brandishing that gauntlet strapped to his left upper arm to me. Silently telling me that he wielded the same power as my Kell. Silently telling me that I was weaker than him.

   Foolish hatchling. Two can play at this game. I will not be outplayed, and certainly not by a child. You show off your strength, I will show off mine. I stood before the child for a moment, completely eclipsing him in my shadow and making him have to crane his neck up to look at my face. When his eyes met mine, I struck fast, snatched the chain linked around his upper wrists, yanked him to his feet and pulled his face to mine, hissing, “Who are you?” 

   The hatchling didn’t flinch despite the fact that the tips of his toes were barely touching the floor and his upper arms were forced over his head. He simply stared up at me, expression unchanging and unmoved, and responded with long, almost breathless pauses between each word and even longer pauses between each sentence. “I am Nekeks. Nekeks of The Last City. Nekeks of House Light. Nekeks, son of Scribe Eido. Grandson of Misraakskel.” He leaned forward. He was so close that I could taste the Ether coming from his rebreather—it was different from my own. Sweeter. Purer. I ignored my craving for the untainted Ether as he told me, “I am Nekeks, the Guardian-Child.”

   Something exploded on the lower decks of my Ketch just as he said that. I did my best to ignore it. “You won’t escape. You will be pinned down, docked, and then killed—if you are lucky. You will die on my Ketch with no one coming for you.” I tried to make a point by pressing my blade to the almost-gray flesh of his neck. But he didn’t react to the danger and only replied with a slow and unbothered, “Wrong. The Guardians will come for me. I will not die. I will be free again.” He sounded so sure.

   “Why side with the Machine-spawn?” I couldn’t catch the question from escaping my mouth.

   He spoke in that strange way again, with short sentences and long pauses in-between. I figured it was simply how he was. Some of my Drekhs that had come from damaged eggs spoke like that. “Because my Mama is Machine-spawn. My Mama is brave. My Mama cares for House Light. My Mama cares for Eliksni. My Mama cares for innocents.” Then his demeanor changed to something much darker and his eyes crinkled in a sinister smile. “My Mama hates you. You took me—her kin. Her hatchling. So now… my Mama will destroy your Ketch. My Mama will defeat your crew. My Mama will kill you.” Another explosion, much closer this time. They have moved up to our level. I made the mistake of letting my fear slip into my expression, and it made the hatchling chuckle dangerously. “You are scared. Good. Because Mama is coming. Coming for you.” 

   Something banged against the door and me and my crew jumped, eyes darting towards the noticeable dent in the thick metal. I didn’t even realize that I had let go of the hatchling’s chains and had allowed him to sink back into a sitting position on the floor. Nekeks slowly rocked himself back and forth and he grinned underneath his rebreather, singing, “She’s heeeeerreee~”

   The doors were flung from their tracks in an explosion of blue lightning that made the air sing with the fury of a thousand storms and a mother’s rage.

O Guardian-child of Tomes and Light, you have outdone me. Well played.

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I hope you enjoyed reading! I don't normally write in first person when I do write, but I was inspired by official Destiny lore entries and wanted to try my hand at it and so this was born! You'll probably be seeing more content with Nekeks and/or his family, and I'll be posting another one-shot tomorrow that features Nekeks's twin sister, Silven, and how she deals with her own kidnapping by one of Eramis's crews :)

[the-light-finds-its-way]

I imagine that, when the time came for Misraaks to propose to Anthem, Misraaks went to Saint-14 to ask for advice.

Upon arriving, Saint lit up like he always does, and walked in stride to meet the Kell. "Hello, my friend! It's good to see you again!"

Misraaks smiled, and bowed. "Saintkel, I'm glad to see you as well." He stood up. "I hope you're doing well now that Osiris is back on his feet."

"Both of us are better than ever," Saint told him. "But you look... concerned? Is something the matter?"

Nodding, the Kell looked away somewhat shyly. "I... need some advice. On Human customs."

Now, Saint nodded. "Whatever you need, Misraakskel, I will do my best to provide. Is something confusing you?"

"...Yes," Misraaks replied. "Osiris and yourself are very close. You've bonded together eternally, and officially, and I must know... How does one propose to a Human?"

Saint paused for a moment, eyes wide.

"I feel this same connection with Anthem-99, I love him more than anything, and I... I can't imagine being separated from him for very long. I plan to transmit a message asking for his return, as I understand that proposals are supposed to be a surprise. And I would like to make his long journey a pleasant interruption."

With that, Saint walked forward, smiling brightly. "Well, my friend! You have the most important part planned already! At least partly! Next step would be to buy a ring for Anthem, something special with a message you'll never forget, either of you!"

"A ring?" Misraaks asked.

"Yes, that is the custom here," Saint said. "If you don't know his ring size, we can go ask Banshee for the records of his Exo make, and get the size from there."

Misraaks took out a holopad and began writing down notes. "Thank you, my friend. What else must I do?"

Shrugging, Saint chuckled. "Well, there is plenty more to be done! You have to pick a place to propose at. Decorate it with pretty things and lights, pick a time you will do this, and who you want to be involved!"

The Kell wrote a few more things down, and then nodded. "I think I would like to propose at nighttime, when Anthem and I first met," he said. "Under the seemingly eternal night caused by Quria, we held hands and admitted our truths to one another. But this time, the Traveler will be there to bear witness to our love. It will see us, and know our bond is through more than just ourselves, but through Light."

Saint smiled at this again, nodding. "That is perfect, Misraakskel! Now you just need a location to do it. Perhaps the Tower balcony where you have the best view of the Traveler?"

Misraaks lit up at this, and nodded rapidly. "Yes, my friend! Nothing would be better!"

"Then we must go immediately. Find Zavala, and ask to use his space, and Banshee to get the ring size. Then, we will head to the City jeweler and find something perfect!"

And together, both headed off.

As Saint-14 approached Zavala asking for the permission, Misraaks went to Banshee shyly, clicking his mandibles nervously and chittering softly to calm himself. As he approached, the old Exo perked up and looked at the Kell, eyes wide.

"Did I call ya fer somethin'?" Banshee asked.

Misraaks shook his head. "Not this time," he replied. "I was told to ask you for something to help in... a mission of sorts."

Banshee nodded. "Whatcha got goin' on? Whaterver ya need, I can provide."

"Saintkel tells me I can have you search for Anthem-99's Exo make records, and find his... ring size," Misraaks said.

There, the Exo grinned. "Ah, I getcha." He pulled out a holopad and began scrolling through, typing various things into it. "Make sure ya get'm a nice one. Gold is traditional, but he likes blue I know. Maybe sapphire?" He paused, and pulled up a file all the way at the bottom, just after his own. Zooming in on the hand measurements, he gave a nod. "He's a size seven on the ring finger! Need anything else? Like his di-"

"I know that one very well already," Misraaks interrupted.

Banshee laughed. "Good luck, friend! I'll be watchin' from here." He turned back to the shelves behind his counter, and began fiddling with various things.

There, Misraaks walked off toward Saint, who turned toward him and approached as well.

"What did Banshee say?" Saint asked.

"Size seven ring finger," Misraaks told him. "And he suggested I get a sapphire ring since Anthem likes blue."

The Exo nodded. "Then we will be off to the jeweler!" He grabbed one of the Kell's arms, and rushed him down from the Tower, into the heart of the City itself. Together, both approached a small shop with a giant diamond projected onto the display window, and they entered.

A woman behind the counter, Awoken, looked up, and smiled. "Ah, Misraakskel and Saint-14! How may I help you today?" she asked.

Saint pushed Misraaks forward, listening to the Kell nervously chirping and chittering. "Go ahead," he encouraged.

There, the Kell pushed his hands together, and looked shyly up at the woman. "I umm... I am in need of a ring made from sapphire, with an engraving on its surface, in a size seven."

Nodding, the woman smiled even more now. "Alright! What engraving should be put on it?" she asked.

Misraaks froze.

Saint looked at him plainly. "You didn't think about what to put on it?"

"No, I... I did not..."

Saint laughed now, patting Misraaks's arm. "Ah, my friend. The nerves are taking hold of you. Breathe, and think. What is something that means the world to you AND Anthem?"

Misraaks shrugged. "Well, Crow," he replied. "The boy connected us to one another, and led us to our future. And our House. We are both Kells of each other's hearts, and our House. It would not exist without his efforts."

"Then perhaps a half symbol of the House, and a half symbol of the Hunters?" Saint proposed.

"That's brilliant!!" Misraaks lifted up immediately, and turned to the jeweler. "Please, can you place an engraving of the House on the left, and Hunters on the right? Our children, one of the House, one of the Hunters, and ourselves, one of each as well. It would mean the world for him to see this, since family is everything to us both."

The jeweler nodded, and wrote down some notes. "Alright! I'll get that squared away for you! When do you need it by?"

Saint spoke up now. "Zavala gave us the balcony for a week from now at ten in the night. So I would say by morning that day."

"Ok, not a problem! I'll definitely have it done by then!!" the jeweler said. "That's going to be 50,000 glimmer."

Suddenly the door to the shop busted open, and a voice shouted, "ARE YOU FINALLY DOING IT MISRAAKS?!"

Everyone jumped, and turned around to see none other than Cayde-6 with an excited look on his face, bouncing up and down eagerly with a grin.

"Uhh..." Misraaks hesitated.

"TELL ME YOU'RE PROPOSING TO ANTHEM!! I NEED TO KNOW!! I WON'T TELL MAGNUS, BUT I GOTTA KNOW!!" Cayde blurted out.

Saint walked toward the eager Exo, and chuckled. "He is indeed," he replied. "He's about to purchase the ring, and have it made."

Cayde jumped and then jumped again, and smacked the ceiling with one hand, then landed down giddily, still bouncing. "Ohhhh, my Traveler!! What's it like? Tell me!! How much for it?! I got a stash hidden away I can transmat to put the glimmer down for you!"

Misraaks's eyes widened. "Cayde, friend, that... isn't necessary. I can pay for it with-"

"Nope! You're not paying a damn thing!" Cayde walked to the jeweler, and leaned against the counter slyly. "How much for it?" he asked.

"50,000," she replied, chuckling. "Soon I'll have the entire Vanguard in here!"

Cayde looked at Sundance, and nodded. "Transmat the stash please, my friend!"

"On it!" said Sundance, and she twirled about. Glowing for a moment, she spun briefly, then returned to her normal position, and nodded. "Ok, it's in your vault!"

Standing upright, Cayde thanked his Ghost, then reached into his pack for a card, and slid it over to the jeweler. "There ya go!"

Misraaks nearly choked. "Caydekel, I... I cannot repay you for this!" he said. "You really don't need to-"

"No payment needed! Keep the funds for your House!" Cayde told him. "Whenever you propose, lemme know! I'll drag Magnus along!"

The jeweler swiped the card, and handed it back to Cayde with a nod. "Thank you! And have a great day!"

Cayde nodded back, slipping his card into the pack once more as he turned around smiling wide, and walked out the door without another word.

Shaking his head, Misraaks blinked awkwardly. "I uhh... what just happened?" he asked.

Saint laughed. "Looks like you have your biggest supporter, my friend!" He hugged Misraaks softly. "Everyone knows love in some way, however it may be. When you find the right people, that love becomes greater, and spreads to many more. Yours has done just that."

There, Misraaks smiled, and nodded. "Thank you, my friend." He lifted all arms and hugged Saint back. After a moment, both separated. Misraaks turned to the jeweler once more, and bowed. "Thank you, and I will return in a week for the ring."

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yknow one little thing I love in destiny rn is people starting to say eliksni names right….Mara saying Misraakskel instead of Mithrax made me happy okay