#c; illaethea

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cowlady

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lanterns;

destiny 2

based on shit ive seen around the tower this event (and shit i’ve done)

saturn // sleeping at last

Ao3

They put a plaque in the ground for him. A subconscious way to commemorate him that wasn't something that would pull a tear to your eye. She walks over it every time she's in the tower, they all do.

 The kinderguardians don't know who its for, what it really means – they've all heard the stories, sure, but they never witnessed the man himself. A shame, honestly. Years go by, sun beats down upon it, snow falls on it, only to be hastily moved to the side by a frame. Sometimes she walks over it and forgets its there, sometimes she waits until the sun falls from the sky and the courtyard is somewhat silent, Zavala having moved from his usual spot staring out into the city – probably to stare out at it in some other part of the tower. She settles down beside it, back leaning against the railing and toes barely reaching to touch the stark contrast of the white stone against the ground. The myriad of people that have found her there in the past, sitting in silence, staring out at the ruined tower further down the wall, they've all said different things. Some have said nothing, a few sat down beside her – they all ended up leaving her there, no matter how they happened upon the scene. She's thankful that its there, that somewhere through the broken fragments of her heart that can't ever be repaired, the thoughts that come and go that blame her for letting him ever leave – somewhere through all of that there's a sense of warmth that runs through her every time the soles of her shoes press against the golden gun.

There are some things she will never forget. Some things that people do that seem to be subconscious, but it comes from the heart.

She was about to begin lugging a particularly large package she'd received earlier in the week from the courtyard all the way home when a hunter had brushed past her to pick up the lantern barely held down on top of some crates. The Dawning decorations had been lighting up the tower for just under a week now, and by the looks of it, most of the guardians running around had left the lanterns in the same place they'd found them. Though, most only moved them so they could dance on whatever it was sitting on. Naturally.

This hunter seemed to be set in a motive, though. Different than the ones who liked to move in packs, usually picking an unsuspecting warlock or titan to follow around for a day, or, at least until they got distracted. Gloved hands grasp the round lantern firmly, and Illaethea was interested now, watching them softly jog back towards Zavala, but stopping short and staring at the ground. A breath catches in her chest as they softly let go of the lantern, letting it float up into the sky above, the hunter's head tilted up, watching it go until they couldn't see it any longer. She doesn't know if Zavala had been watching, she doesn't know if Shaxx or Tess could see – but she will never forget it.

And maybe she can't remember his voice that well, or just quite how his laugh sounded, but she knows that as long as there are hunters, there will always be a story to tell about Cayde-6.

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thea when nova does anything ever

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nessus;

destiny 2

female warlock / cayde-6

losing sleep // disfigure

Ao3

Maybe it calms her, settles the war inside her body, mind trying to make sense of everything while her heart is screaming. Aching for something she can no longer reach, someone. 

She's sure that, like everything else that fades away over time, her memories of him will get tied to an object, a place, a melody or when the sunlight breaks through the clouds in the morning, the soft orange glow it produces filing in through the slats in her blinds. One day, if she lives long enough, he'll just become a shadow that she can't quite place. They'll tell stories of times that she was there to witness but one day she will listen like its the first time she's heard of it. Maybe that chokes her now but one day she's going to be able to breathe and somehow, as much as she longs to go back in time and say everything she wanted to, she can't wait.

The angular edges of the stone on Nessus clashes with her softness, the red leaves that fall remind her of the war that had been fought here; of just who fought it. Here. Whispers blow through the trees, the faint noise that used to lull her to sleep in his arms just a memory that will fade with the others. Things he left behind, the conflux that was attuned to Exo programming, the AI that has two personalities but still gets a little stuffy when people mention his name. The Cayde unit. Home.

But that's gone.

She has lost friends before. Luna-12 in a mission that still takes her breath away to this day, a few warlocks whose names have escaped the barrier of time, someone who plagues her dreams, their heavy hand pressing against her shoulder the only memory that she still retains. Olivia, the Red War tore her from the world before her feet ever got to touch the ground. The nightmare that follows her from that night, that quiet quiet night beyond the City's walls. The red blood that stained her blue hands, the palm that the human hunter had clasped over her own mouth in a desperate attempt to muffle the sounds of her rugged breaths. The gunfire, the tremor in Olivia's voice as she begged her to leave, leave her there. Alone. The seconds that felt like years before the hunter had pressed what little ammunition she had left into her hands, the unspoken promise to live through this hell. To come out the other side, if only to tell the Vanguard where she lay. The sound of her feet hitting the rocky terrain below her as she ran, the small cuts littering her fingers stinging as she held her ghost close to her chest in an attempt to draw strength from something she hadn't heard speak since before the Tower had fallen.

She would wake breathless, sweat falling down her forehead, hands searching for something solid to grip onto. Sometimes his blue orbs would be staring at her, hand outstretched lazily in her direction – other times the bed would be empty and her chest would tighten, drawing out the panic within her and setting it on her fragile state like hungry wolves on the flesh of a fresh kill. There had been a lot of the latter recently. Except that side of the bed was exactly the way she had left it before sleep had taken her, and not with the rest of the sheets shoved in her direction as someone tired and feeling unnecessarily destructive had left them.

Maybe this place calms her because its the only place where the sheer amount of grief he left behind doesn't consume her. The beauty that can be observed from the large branches high up in the canopy allows her mind to wander onto other things, meditation achieved through shaky breaths and held with the thought that he would never want her world to stop just because he had. She knows, at least, that years and decades from now when his touch has faded from her skin, the sound of his laugh is a somewhat distant memory, and her grief has settled into its new place with all the other holes in her heart. She knows that she'll come back here and walk along the ledges and dirt paths that litter Nessus and be able to hear his voice in the whispers that blow through the crimson trees.

She hopes that at least then, her hands wont shake at the thought of someone that the universe has lost.

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hello im out here like

Ghost beds

Peaches in a smol peach shaped cat ghost bed

ur welcome

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illaethea (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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like on one hand, we, as players, see alot more than the guardian does so like - as far as Illaethea knows Uldren is a piece of shit and must be exterminated. And yeah shes conflicted about the whole line between light and dark but she loves Cayde, and she blames herself for not sticking with him and not protecting him and not stopping him. but Uldren pulled the trigger and he’s got Ace and like Thea is on a one track road to vengeance with a capital V. Hell, she thinks that if she does this, then she wont blame herself, she wont struggle to sleep more than she usually does, she wont keep herself awake at night tossing and turning and thinking about how Cayde isnt beside her where he belongs, and how Uldren is still out there. 

but like also. there’s a small part of her that also blames Petra. but she stuffs that shit down because Petra has openly stated her regret, right? Right?

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

on the other hand. Zavala isn’t fucking wrong. 

and like, i’m left half thinking,

would Cayde have done this if we switched places?

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peaches has a shell that looks like a peach

a bed thats shaped like a peach

and she will very loudly tell you that her name is Peaches and you will bow bitch

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so like

in the Canon

nova brings cayde back and people fucking cry and that whole scene happens and after, thea is choking on air like shes breathing but she cant and the universe is caving in etc.. and sunny’s sitting there beside her trying to calm her down, trying to stop the impending panic attack. and like, i love sunny but shes so not prepared to comfort people? like her head is like half ‘MY MAMA IS CRYING I NEED TO HLEP HER’ and the other half is like ‘CAYDE WOULD FUCKING KNOW HOW TO HELP HER I HATE HIM FUCK’ and then she just starts talking. anything, everything. maybe not anything about cayde but just general shit.

"The thing is, he was here for so long, he did so much, taught people everything they know. Now that he's gone people are scared that that all goes away, but he left his stupid jokes behind. And people never forget the worst jokes they've ever heard."

and silence sets in after and they sit there for like hours until thea talks in the quietest voice in the world, broken and it slaughters sunny on the spot. “They aren’t that bad.”

anyways theres ur bi monthly post about my ocs and how much sunny is not prepared for ANYTHIHNG