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w3r3theli0nshunt · 3 months ago

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Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢�� 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

𝐓𝐰! 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡!

“Viper, this is König, do you copy?” The worry and agony buried beneath those words, the roaring of the radio that is squeezed tightly in your sweaty palm and your decreasing pulse in your wrists, you battle with your fingers to click the button to speak even if exhaustion outweighs the encouragement. Panting you lay helplessly on the floor, your gear feeling more suffocating than before and the bullet that lays submerged deep in the muscle mass of your shoulder and the blood endlessly racing down from the deep wound and onto your gear along with the intense nose blood from your broken nose. Bruises black and blue slowly appearing on sight, peppering your face and with your swollen eyes, you look up to the dull ceiling with hazy vision.

“I’ve…been…hit” With a hoarse voice from swollen airways, you gather all your strength and a little more to add. Mostly because you don’t wanna perish in the territory of your enemies. And if there’s someone you’d want to be carried into safety by, is König. The one who’s been secretly sneaking into your heart and stolen a piece, that greedy Austrian bastard. You can’t help but feel the warm tears flowing down your bruised cheeks, blending with the crimson, creating a bitter salty mixture and all proof of what state you’re in. Doomed and gloomed.

It’s like seven gunshots to the heart for König and the tears collecting at the tear canal. Emotions that has been suppressed for so long finally breaks through the cage and possess his un composed soul, not bothering to linger in his own despair and anxiety, he rushes. Kicking every door open with such force his now awakened emotions causes, holding a gun close to him to prepare to hurt the bastard who dared lay their hands on you. With oxygen stuck in his throat, desperately seeking the most important person he holds close in his heart, for a silhouette or the slightest sign of you. But he can’t stop moving or worrying, not until he’s next to you. And not until you lay in his arms.

“I can’t fucking lose you. Anyone, but you, my love” König mumbles as tears starts falling with a frustration growing in a rapid pace, until the spark in his heels vanishes and he stands as still as a statue, holding his breath as he spots his soldier squatting down beside your limp body. His fingers on your wrist, tears discreet in his eyes. He looks up at König and shakes his head with a downturned smile, notifying that there’s no pulse. You’re gone. Gone from this world. Far away where König cannot follow and that thought alone is what instantly sends him into mourning. Yet, he’s determined to hand over your life back to you. Reminiscing about the promise where he promised you that he’ll always keep you safe and that you told him to never give up on you.

And he’ll never do that. Not when you’ve torn down his walls and planted the seed of you in his heart that is growing day by day. He picks up your body with gentleness, anger fuelling his dedication to make the enemies suffer for what they’ve done. Taking away his liebling from him like this. With your cold body in his arms, he dashes towards the helicopter located on the rooftop of the fancy looking building. Settling on the helicopter, he insists holding your body close to him as if there’s still life in you, even if the other’s tell him that it’s time to let go.

“König, Viper is gone. I know it’s tough, but reality’s reality”

“They are not gone! And I will not let them die! Fuck! Scheize!” König holds you closer, his warm tears falling onto your battered face as he dries your own. Heart aching so cruelly knowing that you passed away alone and afraid. But he refuses to believe the truth in their words. And he refuses to give up on you, not after he’s tried everything. Your life is worth more than gold and because of König’s own selfish reasons, he cannot let you go.

He’s helplessly rushing after along with the doctors who is pushing the infirmary bed with your body into an operating room. Two doctors have to hold König back in order to stop him from going in and after a few pleads and tears, he obliges. Watching as they perform CPR on you, the lines remain straight on the vital signs monitor and all numbers are zero. The nurses shouting in panic by the lack of response. They pull out a defibrillator and set it on your chest, with a few reactions. Your body bending by the electricity coursing through your weakened muscles and it’s all on repeat, König stares in horror worried that they might give up soon. Refusing to blink, everything must be witnessed by him.

But after a miracle or something along those lines, after four rounds, the vital signs starts changing. Beautiful curves and numbers increasing, with the nurses’ smiles under their masks, confirms that they’ve successfully resurrected you. König sighs in relief and his lips curve into a small smile, seeing this opportunity to catch up on so many breaths he’s been missing out on. His agony, fear and mourning has stopped. All displaced, all forgotten. You’re the only person his mind contains off. But the sight of your battered bruised, dead body still haunts him. A memory he wish to forget, a feeling so miserable and blood curdling it sends shivers down his spine.

Sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall knowing that you’re breathing behind him in the room. He buries his face in his hands, finally accepting his feelings towards you. Like a sore loser he was, he is actually happy that the feelings vanquished this time and given all you’ve been through. Wandering in the darkness where you were once cursed to remain forevermore, but returned back to earth where König is located, you deserve to know the truth.

There’s darkness, silence, coldness for four whole weeks. The coma has been a trick to you, tricking that you’ve gone, but in reality your mental form floats somewhere else where your soul can recover along with your physical scars.

“Commander, where is Viper? I heard they were cleared” König can’t suppress his excitement of finally being able to meet you again, look into your beautiful eyes and with your presence alone, he has been missing for way too long it almost feels like it’s been a year. Sitting all alone in his office, on comfy chair that became uncomfortable, while pondering only about you. The absence of you is only growing the flower in his heart that has bloomed, how it misses its other piece and how it’s torturing it.

“They’ve retired and sent in the papers. I believe they’re at the airport right now, flying back home” It only take mere seconds for König to comprehend and for his boots to rush towards the given location.

Holding the steering wheel as if his life depends on it, eyes heavily focused until he spots an airport. Not wanting to linger, he rush inside, eyes fixated through the folk mass until he spots your arm in a mitella, holding onto a suitcase with your available hand while standing in a line to board the plane. Swallowing his anxiety, he instinctively run towards you. Feeling the void in his heart slightly sealing together by your very presence.

“Y/n! It’s me, König!” His smile curves up to his cheeks as he sees your shocked expression as soon as your eyes land on his tall figure that is easily spotted through the folk mass.

You run with your suitcase towards him, forgetting about your place in the line who’s now been replaced. Wrapping on arm around König’s broad waist, feeling the warmth radiating from his arms that instantly wraps around yours. It’s a tight embrace, but he loosen it when you groans in pain with mumbling apologies. He’s just happy that you’re in his arms again, this time alive and on the verge of healing properly. You back up a little bit to meet his blue eyes who’s looking back at yours won’t amour and devotion.

“I thought I wouldn’t get to see you again” You start, the relief visible in your carefully chosen words that makes König secretly blush under his mask.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, Schatz” He chuckles and you join in. With a silence between the two of you, exploring the depths of each other’s eyes, seeing what the two of you are hiding beneath those orbs. And what emotions that lays suppressed, stored away for better opportunities.

“I’m sorry….For worsening the mission. Commander told me that you were the one to carry my dead body back. You held your promise…of never giving up on me” Tears are once again awakening in the tear canal, making your eyes turn red. How your love for König can grow so rapidly by his actions, the success of the mission put on risk because of him. Because he wanted to save you. Because he wanted to hold the promise that were supposed to come out as a joke and yet….

“No! Do not apologise to me, I won’t let you….This man here, is so damn in love with you and is prepared to take any risks if it means that he can keep you alive and well” Your heart stirs and waver, your mouth hanging open in shock, but a little elation hidden. You shift between his eyes, looking for any signs of deception but only find honesty.

König breaks the eye contact with you and is desperately avoiding your eyes, embarrassed by his impulsive yet honest words. He was speaking from his heart, but the immense desperation and the plan he carved and executed came out a lot more different than calculated. Now replaced with agony and fear that you might reject him.

“I’m so sorry, liebling. I was not thinking clearly”

Frustration, fuelling your desire to make a move on König since he’s clearly not gonna do it. You sigh by the idiocy of this Austrian giant as you place your hand on the back of his head and force it to your height, lifting his mask up and letting go of it. The two of your faces anonymous to the people roaming the airport, you press your lips against his. Trapping him in a passionate, burning kiss in the humidity that makes the mask boil with heath. After a few seconds of being stunned by the sudden approach, he gives in. Letting his dreams come true. Feeling the softness on your lips on his as he sneak his tongue through your teeth, rubbing against your bulgy tastebuds. Groaning in approval when he feels your tongue dancing along with his, spreading each other’s tastes.

Trapped in the heath of the moment, people staring in confusion seeing two faceless bodies, the mask moving with two heads bulging out in sync with movements. But you and König are floating in the skies of ecstasy, despite your physical forms still remaining in the reality of the world. You pull away, two of you panting heavily, recovering from the loss of breath.

“You-you did not have to do that, Schatz”

“Well, König. This person standing here, is so damn in love with you that they’ll do anything to reassure you of it. Now kiss me again, it’s been so long”

And König obliges happily to that command. You completely ignore when the announcement of the gate to your flight is closing through the intercom, you have no desire to return back home if it’s not with König.

But to your obliviousness, König has also planned on retiring just to get a safe, harmless future with you. The thought alone has been like a bullet shooting through concrete, numbing everything that has ever felt impossible. And it’s all because of you.

Because that man, is so damn in love with you.

And you don’t complain about it.

Because you feel it too.

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trainingdummyrabbit · 10 months ago

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thinks really hard abt the lobcorp pre-suppression cutscene choices and their repetition, how it represents how this decision was never yours to make (this is an action picked out by someone who isnt and can never be you; your decision does not matter) yet the decision was Always yours to make (there is no other option because this is What Happened, and Would Always Be what happened; you would never make another choice. your decision is the only one that mattered.)

the line between ayin and x is so blurred. much like the rest of the sephirah, ayin too creates a split in himself not terribly different from the split between elijah and malkuth, gabriel and yesod, michelle and hod, and on, and on. and yet, despite how differently each iteration of x is described or implied to be, after the memory sync, it is always implied to still be Ayin. to be Ayin once more. and yet, each of the sephirah seem to feel as though they are entirely different people. where is the line drawn? and who is it drawn by?

if x is not ayin, what becomes of him when ayins memories return? the sephirah made their own choices of who they decide to be-- but did ayin make that choice for himself too? was he simply too stubborn to allow himself to disappear under the weight of that many resets, that many retries, that many reshuffles of the mind? how much of x remains afterwards? how much say does he have in the right to exist, as someone who defines himself out of existence on the sole account of Being? intrinsically temporary. but i suppose, since when did ayin care of the voices that were not his own?

but if x Is ayin, what does that make of how we see him from the start? how does this redefine his character, who he Is, what he Searches for? what he Prioritizes? an open ended question becomes a well trodden trail, always destined to return to the same point, over and over. the implication that no matter what he does, what becomes of him, any choice he makes will inevitably be the same. he too has a part to play, and he too must see it to fruition, just like everyone else. and so he marches forward, and so he marches forward.

of course, nothing is ever really so black and white, but its not like we will ever really get to know. we dont get to see much of the man behind the curtain, only the hand that directs. no matter what path, what circumstance, what action, it will always end the same way. the hill must be climbed, the wheel must be ran, and the sun always rises at the end.

it was never his choice to make. it was Always his choice to make.

#something about characters defined by absences. holes in the shape of something that should be there. form in negative space.#and again; thinks of the loops of Must Be's; of Has To Be's. could spend all day thinking of Why's and How's--#but at the end; the answer remains the same. there is simply an Is. what does it stand on though; i wonder.#piktalk #projmoon #again im um. just waffling on n riffing; take this w a grain of salt; ive still not studied as much as i want to.#this could be Entirely off base WAHAHAHA #but! i must! such is the necessary step of observation and conclusion. or something. yeah ✌

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