#osiris/timur

[makoredeyes]

Number 7 - for Timur and Osiris. I know someone's already picked it, but it could go either way between these two lol

No you are absolutely right this is an excellent trope and we cannot wear it out <3

#7 - a kiss to shut them up

Timur sat smiling around his pipe as he watched Osiris pace the Study. The poor little birdlet had worked himself up into a right frenzy after a particularly spicy debate with some of the other students at supper.

"Do they even listen?!" Oh he was so indignant. Timur thought it was cute, most of the time, when Osiris got fired up like this, but glancing over, he noticed Felwinter's eyes had started to narrow. He wasn't annoyed. That was virtually impossible when it came to Osiris, but the first inklings of disapproval were beginning to arise. "Surely these morons have to have heard some of what you all have been trying to teach them?!" Osiris made good points, but he lost the plot when he started on the name-calling. "It's like the Iron Lords will take in just any old dipshit that walks too close to the Mountain these days! To have such a paper thin understanding of the Light and how it works is embarrassing. At least you have standards, unlike some of those other-"

Felwinter stiffened.

"Whoa, whoa," Timur sat up straighter and his hand shot out when Osiris passed nice and close to the sofa where he sat. He caught the trainee's wrist and gave him a firm pull, hauling him down into his lap. "Easy now," Timur soothed, grinning when Osiris' eyes flashed dangerously and he scowled. "None of that." Osiris opened his mouth, looking fit to spit venom, and Timur was quick to pull his pipe away and lunge in, kissing the young Warlock firmly before Osiris could tell him what he thought of his fellow students, their instructors, or Timur.

Osiris growled, then groaned, then whimpered, Timur stubbornly deepening the kiss, jaw working, until at last Osiris went nearly limp in his arms, melting against him. Only at length did they part, Timur laying one last parting smooch on his temple and Osiris heaving a big sigh and laying his chin on Timur's shoulder as he relaxed.

"Better, baby?" Timur hummed, rubbing his back. Osiris sniffed, indignant that he'd been so easily diffused, but nodded.

"Maybe."

[sylenth-l]

[gtswmeiko]

Got a new fic out, this one delves into an AU that is just casually sitting in my head.

as always, read the tags before reading the fic!

[the11tailedwrites]

Day 11-12 | Exhaustion

Takes place in my Destiny/Naruto fusion au. @hidden-scarlet-whispers more Osiris being a badass stuff for you plus, the actual canon-in-my-verse way Sival was exposed. @/sylenth-l is 100% responsible for me falling in love with Colovance.

Tw: implications of sa, mind control

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Lord Colovance was tired. He was so fucking tired. Not physically. He knew it wasn’t physically. He watched his body sleep, he watched it lounge around. He knew it was mental. Watching himself do things, say things, and not being able to control any of it. A helpless slave in his own fucking body. It was all Lord Sival’s fault. Colovance wasn’t sure how it was that Sival was able to use mind control, but it worked pretty damn well.

Sival fucking used him to frame Osiris for a crime he didn’t commit and get him exiled from the city. And all the while, the real Colovance thrashed in the prison of his mind, screaming for someone, anyone to hear him. To help Osiris. To help him. No one did.

To his credit (as much as Colovance hated giving that bastard Sival and credit) he knew how to manipulate. He made all the Iron Lords think that Lord Colovance was still in control. Sival had turned them against Osiris.

But now…now Sival had grander ambitions. He had set his eyes (and mind control powers) on The Speaker. If Sival had The Speaker in his pocket, under his control, he would gain so much power that Colovance wasn’t sure anyone would be able to stop him until it was too late.

When the control had first been placed on him, Colovance had tried too hard to fight it. It, of course, didn’t work. He was too weak. He knew Sival tried to do it on Osiris, but couldn’t. That was why Sival had wanted Osiris gone. Because he could control him.

Sival liked being in control. He liked it almost as much as he loved torturing people. He liked beating Colovance. His only personal pet that could do nothing but what he says. Of everything Sival had done, he allowed Colovance to keep control over some of his senses. Touch, Sound, Taste, Sight. His mouth was not his, his eyes couldn’t move by his orders.

Colovance wished he had been stripped of all sense. Maybe that would have been better than being aware, being able to feel, as Sival carved him open and…well he had to do something when he got hard. He liked it better when Colovance bled red and white.

It made Colovance so sick.

It had been the night before Sival was to set his plan into motion. He heard something behind him. His body turned, his eyes shifting to find the source of the noise. Osiris stood in the doorway of Colovance’s bedroom with a look of determination on his face and a strange paper tag in his hand.

Then he shot forward and slammed Colovance onto the floor before he pressed the tag against his head.

There was a blinding light and Colovance cried out. He cried out! Him! Not the mind controlled him, the real him! Colovance shot up, eyes wide as his body listened to what he wanted. He flexed his fingers and they flexed! Colovance looked up at Osiris, eyes stinging with tears.

”How did you know?” he croaked, voice almost breaking.

”Your mind was buzzing. It never buzzed before,” Osiris explained, looking rather proud of himself.

Colovance let out a sob, burying his face in his hands and breaking down. After so many decades, he was in control. Not Sival, him.

”Thank you, Osiris,” sobbed Colovance, “Thank you,”

”Don’t thank me, thank Makato. She made this tag”-Colovance didn’t know who Makato was-“You think you can fight?” asked Osiris and Colovance looked up, tear stained face coated in confusion, “Sival is planning to attack The Speaker and put him under his control, no? So let’s stop him,”

Osiris held out a hand and Colovance took it.

”Let’s kick that fucking bastard’s ass,” said Colovance

Colovance knocked on The Speaker’s door, Osiris hidden at his side.

“Enter,” called The Speaker and the duo stepped inside.

Sival was already there, drinking tea with The Speaker, but looked confused when he spotted Colovance.

”Colovance, I thought I said I would be doing this alone,” snapped Sival

Colovance cocked his head and walked over to Sival, stopping just short of the man, who glowered up at him in rage.

”You did say that,” said Colovance, before he hit Sival with a void coated hand.

Sival was sent slamming into the ground and The Speaker shot up.

“Lord Colovance, what are you doing?” cried The Speaker

”Getting revenge,” snarled Colovance, “For the past few decades of pain he caused me,”

The Speaker moved to grab him, but Osiris’ hand shot out and he gripped The Speaker’s arm, firmly, tossing off the void as he did.

”Osiris?” asked The Speaker, confusion on his face

”Lord Colovance has been trapped in his own mind for decades because of what Sival did. Let him get his vengeance. I know he will not go too far,”

”What do you mean, trapped?” asked The Speaker

”You know I speak the truth,”

”I-I do,” The Speaker said, glancing out the window towards The Traveler, glowing softly in the sky.

”He was going to do the same to you,” said Osiris, letting go of The Speaker’s arm.

The Speaker backed up, away from Sival.

”He’s fucking lying,” snarled Sival, “Don’t trust anything that mad warlock says!”

”I trust the Traveler. And it trusts Osiris,” said The Speaker, “Try not to go too far, Lord Colovance,”

Colovance took that as permission and lunged, fist coated in void, and smashed it repeatedly against Sival’s body, hot tears of rage streaking down his face. He didn’t stop until Sival was almost dead.

He fell back against his heels and buried his face in his blood coated hands and sobbed. His shoulders shook and his sobs were muffled only by his hands.

”I will contact the other Iron Lords,” he heard The Speaker say.

A hand rested on his shoulder, far too small to be Osiris’ and he looked up. A child of maybe 13 stood there, hunter judging by her cape. Her fox ears twitched slightly as she gently rubbed his back.

”It’s okay now, Uncle Colovance,” she said, “He can’t ever touch you again. If he tried, I’ll eat his face,”

She bared her teeth, revealing sharp teeth reminiscent of canines.

”I’m sorry, who are you?” he asked, softly, voice still shaky with tears.

”I’m Makato Uzumaki, the one who made the tag that freed you,” she said, cheerfully

”Thank you, Makato,” whispered Colovance, “For giving me back my freedom,”

”Anytime!” she said just as the door flew open.

”Speaker!” came the voice of Lord Timur, “What’s the emergency!”

Colovance glanced towards the door and spotted Lord Timur and Lord Felwinter quickly making their way inside.

Timur glowered at Osiris and readyed his fists. The Speaker placed a hand on top of them.

”Osiris is not the enemy here, Lord Sival is…or was. I think he’s dead right now,” said The Speaker.

Timur and Felwinter glanced over as Lord Sival’s motionless and bloodied form, to his ghost, hanging in suspended animation, a long paper tag slapped over its face. Colovance recognized some of the lettering as Japanese Kanji.

“Colovance, are you alright?” Timur asked, pulling Colovance’s attention away from the ghost and towards his former mentor.

”I-maybe?” he said.

”You’re crying?” asked Timur, crouching down in front of Colovance and gently brushing his fingers against Colovance’s face.

Colovance felt his eyes sting again and then he threw himself into Timur, body shaking and soft sobs escaping his lips.

”Shhh,” whispered Timur, holding him tight, “It’s okay,”

Timur glanced around the room, hoping someone would fill him in.

Makato did.

”He was under the effects of mind control,” she said, “We undid it, but he spent many many many years under its effects. Bad juju. He was aware but not in control. I know what that feels like,”

Timur’s eyes widened.

”Lord Sival did this, didn’t he,” said Lord Felwinter, speaking for the first time since he entered The Speaker’s office.

”Yes,” stuttered Colovance, “He fr-framed Osiris, got him exiled and then he-“

Colovance couldn’t continue, memories of the…nights they shared together.

”If you were under Sival’s control for years, does that mean you never consented to a relationship with him?” whispered Timur and all Colovance could do was nod, “Oh light, Colovance, I am so sorry,”

”You didn’t know,” whispered Colovance

”But I should have, we all should have,” whispered Timur

”I will discuss the terms of Sival’s punishments with the council in the morning as well as the lifting of Osiris’ exile,” said The Speaker, “For now, Lord Timur, you should probably take Lord Colovance to his room to rest. He looks exhausted,”

Timur nodded and gently guided Colovance to stand, letting the man lean against him as he led him out of the Speaker’s office.

”Osiris,” Felwinter started, glancing over at his student.

”I should be mad at you,” said Osiris, bluntly, “But it’s hard to be mad when I fell for his manipulation too. I’m trying to not be so much of a hypocrite,”

”You, trying not to be a hypocrite, my Osiris, how you have changed,” said Felwinter, tone light

”Blame Makato, she’s been too much of a good influence on me,” said Osiris

”Then, I thank you, Makato,” said Felwinter

”I even got him to learn how to cook! We eat every day! I make sure of it,” said Makato, grinning before her face fell slightly, “Will Uncle Colovance be okay?”

An uneasy silence filled the room.

”I hope so,” said The Speaker.

[makoredeyes]

Ugly crying for a beautiful little fic ❤️‍🔥

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Destiny (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Felwinter/Osiris/Timur (Destiny), Osiris/Saint-14 (Destiny) Characters: Osiris (Destiny), Felwinter (Destiny), Timur (Destiny), Saladin Forge Additional Tags: Game: Destiny 2: The Final Shape DLC, Game: Destiny 2: The Final Shape DLC Spoilers, Angst, Love, Ghosts, Grief/Mourning, Major Character Injury, Injury, Reunions, Affection, Past Relationship(s), Rescue, Hope, Hopeful Ending, The Light (Destiny), The Iron Lords (Destiny), Friendship, Flashbacks, Battle, Gun Violence, Dead People, Healing Summary:

If he dies here, it will be his final death.

As the final battle against the Witness rages, Osiris encounters ghosts from his past.

[thcrnedthrones]

CLOSED STARTER - Lunara and Timur @flcralhaze Where: Mysteries of Osiris Gala

Lunara didn't love big gatherings after what had happened at the Reckoning and how close she had come to being killed herself, but events like this while bringing back the terrifying memories of Lal Qila also had her thinking about the handsome stranger that had been there saving her one minute and gone the next. Everyone she spoke to since had insisted that he'd been just a figment of her imagination - or a result of her bumping her head a little too hard in the midst of all the chaos, but she swore that he had been real and she'd felt his touch as he saved her, and even standing there in the middle of everyone talking and making connection, she swore that as she looked on, she saw traces of him. Glimpses of him through the crowds and in between spaces that separated others.

With so many people around her it was easy to lose track of the familiar looking stranger, but when she had managed to fins a clearing it was just like before and he was nowhere to be found. Thinking that maybe her family and everyone else had the right idea and she might have been seeing things all along, she excused herself and walked out into the garden, the humid night air hitting her face as she sat down, only to jump up again when she heard footsteps coming behind her, turning to find him standing right in front of her. "Y-you..." she murmured, her eyes fixed on him like she was scared he would once again fade into thin air. "You're real?-- you saved me that night... at Lal Qila.."

[datmoongamer]

Felwinter wielded solar and void, but he was best as a voidlock.

In [Remembrance], he displays one of the earliest known uses of a Well, but he states that void/his void is more destructive. In [Lady Skorri], Skorri comes up with a plan where he uses his (Nova) Bomb. In [Lord Felwinter], he uses void to kill Citan. [Swarm of the Raven] is a void gl.

In [Lord Timur], he shields himself in "the Light of suns." He trained Osiris, who was the most famous solarlock. [Felwinter's Lie] is a solar shotgun.

Now, this is complete spinfoil: what if the reason he focuses on void is because he's avoiding the association with solar and Rasputin?

[The Liar] and [Winter's Guile] don't mention Felwinter's class/subclass at all. By the time we see his first usage of void, he already knows that he's Rasputin's copy (sorta). Maybe it's another way to protect himself.

[guardian-battle-bracket]

BRACKET RULES

This bracket is exclusively for Lightbearers and Guardians canon to the series.

Polls run for one week and are published every Wednesday at 2:45 EST.

During the Crown Bracket, multiple polls will be running at once.

In the event of a 1-1 tie, a one day tiebreaker match will be held.

Whoever wins the tiebreaker takes the versus.

PLAYER RULES

No targeted attacks of other players.

Propaganda is allowed, but be nice about it.

If your propaganda involves directly attacking a character in the poll you will be blocked.

Respect your fellow Guardians.

Submissions are open for propaganda all tournament and new fighters to be added until we reach the final six.

Propaganda will not be added until the Blood Tournament. Because fuck me, man. I cannot manage it before.

Factions will be fighting within themselves to claim the crown as representative for their own faction before moving to Blood Bracket. This is known as the Crown Bracket. Following the Crown Bracket, champions will face against champions of other factions in the Blood Bracket. Once we are down to the final six, the Champion Bracket begins. Winner of this faces against everyone's favorite motherfucker, YOU. The Young Wolf.

PLEASE NOTE: NOT ALL NAMED GUARDIANS ARE ON HERE. ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE. I'M NOT DOING THAT TO MYSELF.

May the best Guardian win.

CURRENT BRACKET: THE CROWN RUN

THE CROWN RUN

The Lucent Brood

The faithful of Savathun, Hive raised by Light, a heresy to Guardians.

Ken vs Savathûn, the Witch Queen Crownbearer: Ken

This previously had every member of the Lucent hive but fuck no that's too many. We narrowed it down to these two.

Rogue Lightbearers

Risen beyond the City, no gods, no masters to tether them.

Ayrin vs Cenric - Victor: Ayrin

Gryphon-11 vs Otto - Victor: Grypon-11

Rience vs Thalia - Victor: Thalia

Crown Bearer: Thalia

Warlords

The Lords of the Dark Age, powerful Risen, beholdent to no one.

Benyo Lukacs vs Carnunta - Victor: Carnunta

Castor vs Cathal - Victor: Casotr

Citan vs Heyka-4 - Victor: Citan

Jaxxen vs Kandak - Victor: Kandak

Lord Shaxx vs "Red Man" - Victor: Shaxx

Reich vs Rience

Segoth vs "The Wake"

The Iron Lords

The now silent howls in the night, the first Lightbearing defenders of the surviors.

Ashraven vs Bretomart - Victor: Ashraven

Colovance vs Crimil - Victor: Crimil

Deidris vs Dryden - Victor: Dryden

Efrideet vs Felwinter - Victor: Felwinter

Finnala vs Frostmire - Victor: Frostmire

Gheleon vs Gunnora

Haakon vs Jolder

Jorum vs Nirwen

Orewing vs Orimund

Perun vs Radegast

Saladin Forge vs Silimar

Skorri vs Timur

Tormod vs Weyloran

The Vanguard

The elite of the elite, Guardian commanders supervising the actions of Guardians and the safety of the City.

Andal Brask vs Aparajita-4 - Victor: Andal Brask

Caliban-8 vs Cayde-6 - Victor: Cayde-6

Ikora Rey vs Kauko Swiftriver - Victor: Ikora Rey

Osiris vs Saint-14 - Victor: Saint-14

Tallulah Fairwind vs Commander Zavala - Victor: Commander Zavala

The Guardians

The Light in the Dark, the protectors of the Last City, Risen given purpose, to fight, to die, to rise again, in the name of the Light.

Ana Bray vs Aunor Mahal - Victor: Ana Bray

Blue Boaz vs Dredgen Yor - Victor: Dredgen Yor

Eris Morn vs Fenchurch Evris - Victor: Eris Morn

Jarden Ward vs Marcus Ren - Victor: Marcus Ren

Randy vs Shin Malphur - Victor: Shin Malphur

Shiro-4 vs Taeko-3

The Crow vs The Drifter

The Speaker vs Tevis

That's all we got.

Also don't fight me on The Drifter being in Guardians. He's part of the Light Alliance. He lives in the Tower. He works with the Vanguard. He's a Guardian.

Submissions are open, send in propaganda or suggest more Guardians to be added!

SUBMIT YOUR GUARDIAN FOR THE GUARDIAN OC TOURNAMENT!!

[shalalalalaw]

Maybe some more Felwinter & Osiris + serenity? For, uh, no reason at all 🫠

Osiris stares at Felwinter across him, deft fingers reloading his sidearm with swiftness and precision. The whole process takes less than three seconds and there's not a single trace of tension in the exo.

He flinches away from a bullet ricocheting off the panel they're using as cover and grits his teeth, "How can you be so calm? The Fallen are ready to bring the sky down around us!"

Felwinter spares him a glance before ducking around to catch two dregs between the eyes. He shuffles back when wire rifles start blasting around them again.

"Should I not be?"

His voice is infuriatingly even.

"Perhaps a more appropriate reaction to our situation would have been concern, yes!"

"How so? Timur and Jolder are en route, we have the Fallen on a stalemate."

And that, more than anything else, makes Osiris gape, "We are cornered like rats! Our ammo keeps diminishing and the Fallen keep increasing! I'd be surprised if the Iron Lords arrived to find any part of us not ripped apart!"

Felwinter's gaze is steady as he looks over Osiris' frantic face, "Do you have so little faith in our Light?"

He pulls his shotgun off his back, Void slowly rising off his shoulders in a crest that has Osiris regretting opening his mouth.

"Let me remind you of its strength."

And he leaps into the fray.

[warcost]

ROLEPLAY HISTORY

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSE:

osiris (destiny 2)

perceptor (transformers)

this multimuse (below)

Ballistic (Apex)

Leper (darkest dungeon)

Occultist

Atticus-1 (destiny 2)

Misraaks (destiny 2)

The Speaker (destiny 2)

Lord Timur (destiny 2)

The Young Wolf (destiny 2)

Tenth Doctor (doctor who)

Fourteenth Doctor (doctor who)

Cain (dnd)

Eoghan (dnd)

Gale (dnd)

Patroclus (hades)

The Arbiter (halo)

Ana Amari (overwatch)

Dreadstar (tf oc)

Excalibur Umbra (warframe)

Archangel Raphael (og oc)

Munin Manokk (og oc)

WANT TO WRITE

the third doctor (doctor who)

HAVE WRITTEN

robin (fe:a)

ryouma (fe:f)

silas (fe:f)

allura (vld)

cole cassidy (ovw)

fareeha amari (ovw)

reinhardt wilhelm (ovw)

operator oc (warframe)

zane julian (ninjago)

iida tenya (bnha)

ignis scientia (ffxv)

aziraphale (go)

obi-wan kenobi (sw)

seteth (fe:3h)

some others I've probably forgotten about

WOULD WRITE AGAIN

ignis scientia

fareeha amari (except i take a hammer and i fix the problems)

obi-wan kenobi

seteth

zane

stolen from. @desertbled

[findroleplay]

Hello ! I am a F21 ,discord roleplayer ! I am looking for a detailed roleplayer (over F16) so we could make some Destiny (video game) action on discord or messenger!

Literacy: I am an intermediate writer, I write rather long lines and I would like your copy to be longer than three sentences.

Fandom: Destiny (video game) I don't have a specific idea (maybe soulmate? Idk) for the plot, but I suggest the beginning of the era of the City. First or third person style.

Pair: Cannon x Cannon

Characters: Andal Brask, Cayde-6, Tevis Larsen, Shiro-4, Tallulah Fairwind, Osiris, Saint-14, Pahanin, Eris Morn, Efrideet, Saladyn, Timur, Felwinter, Gheleon, Shin Malphur, Jaren Ward

Ship: Andal Brask x Cayde-6 | Felwinter x Timur |

Triggers: Due to the lore of the game and the experiences of the characters, the topics of PTSD trauma, angst, graphic descriptions of combat and blood, injuries may appear in RP.

Genres: Action, Adventure, Angst, Fluff, Romance

Where: I usually write on Discord, messenger or here, but I'm open to suggestions

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[makoredeyes]

35 Osiris Timur

#35 - to gain something

"Show me."

Timur's head popped up from where he'd been poking at a tiny wire in a tiny device through an enormous magnifying glass. He wasn't easily startled, but Osiris appearing in his workshop without him noticing did the trick. The kid was starting to move almost as quietly as Fel did. Two of them, he thought with wry warmth, was going to be tough to handle. Timur flashed a smile.

"Oh hello Osiris," he said, sitting back from his project. "What's that now?"

"That trick you taught Colovance," Osiris said, crossing his arms. "Show me too." Timur's grin returned, and this time it stuck. My, he was so prickly...and demanding! A curious mix for someone who wanted something. He supposed that's what he got for letting feelings get tangled up into things. Sometimes they all got a little too liberal with how casual their more supposedly professional exchanges went.

"Oh that thing?" He laughed. "It's so simple I thought you'd figure it out on your own!"

Osiris' nose wrinkled up cutely when he scowled.

"Show me anyway," he insisted.

"Maybe," Timur tipped back in his seat, stretching his legs out so that his ankles nearly bumped Osiris'. "What's in it for me? You come down here all demanding and prickly-like. Hardly motivating when I was minding my business and having a nice time, here," Timur said. He watched one of Osiris' cheeks dimple as the trainee no doubt started to worry it from the inside as he thought on this. Timur stared back at him evenly, that smile still plastered onto his face as he wondered just what Osiris would do. He didn't back down, and he didn't offer concessions. And everyone knew better than to give Timur an open-ended offer. He'd put him in a spot on purpose.

After a moment, Osiris donned a little smirk and strode forward until he was standing right over Timur, making the Stormtrancer crane his neck to look up at him.

"I know what you want," he said, voice low. He bent down, and Timur's eyes widened when their lips nearly met, breath and body heat mingling but not touching. Timur planted his weight, the chair scooting back so he didn't fall, and Osiris quickly straightened back up without quite ever connecting, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. There was no hiding the look of disappointment on Timur's face, nor the faint dusting of excited pink on his cheeks.

"Show me first," Osiris said, lifting his chin.

Timur's smile returned, but his eyes narrowed.

So the little fireball wanted to play games, did he?

He leapt up, swift as the storms that energized him, and caught Osiris in his arms. Osiris yipped in surprise, but didn't put up an ounce of protest once Timur had him, instead throwing his arms around the senior Warlock's shoulders. His bluffs were getting better, Timur thought with a happy chuckle, but he had some work to do still.

"Pay me first," he purred, helping himself.

[sylenth-l]

Thoughts on the boys and swimwear? (Yes all of them. Any of them.)

Got a little carried away thinking about this... We had the hunter pack's day off on the beach before, here comes the warlock flock (+ their family dog)

(bottom of the ocean sounds like the best spot to be, I'm so with Felwinter on this one)

Meanwhile, far, far away:

(does he know how to swim at all tho 💀)

[daeluin]

counter argument

osiris: feral

felwinter: also feral

nirwen: I'm the only sane person here

Doing bungies work for them again by writing their lore. no need for pay bungie. i do this because i love it.

[the11tailedwrites]

Day 29-31 | You’re safe | Touch Starved

@hidden-scarlet-whispers :3

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Osiris took deep and shaky breaths. His body hurt so much. He wasn’t sure if it was the wounds (lashes, burns, bruises, cuts) or the fact he was suspended from the ceiling. Maybe it was both. Osiris tried to use the light, but the void bonds around his wrists seemed to tighten, almost mocking him. He could hear Sagira, a symphony of worry and fear. If Osiris could see, maybe he could find something to free himself, but it was hard to see through a blindfold.

A door opening made him tense. It had been days since he was dragged here, beaten and then left. Had they come back to hurt him some more? Then he heard a strangled gasp of surprise.

”Osiris?”

Colovance. He didn’t know what the wolf was doing here, but Osiris tried not to show how relieved he was.

The void bonds fell away and strong arms caught him before the blindfold was removed.

Osiris pushed off from Colovance and almost fell. The ginger haired man caught him, shaking his head as he lowered Osiris to the ground.

”Let Sagira heal you before you try to walk on your own,”

Osiris just glared at him as Sagira flickered out from her hiding spot and began to heal him, her shell rotating worriedly.

”How did you find me?” asked Osiris

”Gonna be honest, pure luck,” said Colovance, “But with this luck, maybe I should head down to the gambling halls. Maybe I’ll win big!”

”Or maybe, Lord Timur will take your money again,” said Osiris, bluntly

”Lies,” Colovance said.

Sagira finished healing Osiris and the older man rose and stretched out his back, arms sore from being held over his head for so long.

”Ready to head back?” asked Colovance

”You don’t need to escort me there,” Osiris snapped

”Not an escort, Osiris, more like, I also need to get back to the temple so we can walk together,” snorted Colovance

Osiris just grunted. Colovance was lucky he was one of the few people at the temple he could stand.

“Fine, let’s go,” said Osiris

Phantom ropes danced across Osiris’ skin and he shifted. He closed his eyes but that only seemed to make it worse. The crack of a whip, the crackle of electricity, the laughter of the one hurting him, the hands that groped lower and lower, taunting him with what could be done to him. He pushed himself out of bed and dressed as fast as he could before making a break for the training fields.

He arrived to find it thankfully empty. It was the middle of the night after all, so most people were asleep.

Osiris approached one of the fields and pulled out his Dawnblade. Upper left across, Upper right across, Lower left rise, Lower right rise, slash the middle from the left, slash the middle from the right, stab in front. He repeated.

”Come now, Osiris, I’ve only just started”

Upper left across, Upper right across, Lower left rise, Lower right rise, slash the middle from the left, slash the middle from the right, stab in front.

”You are at my mercy, Osiris, I could do whatever I wanted to you and you wouldn’t be able to stop me,”

Upper left across, Upper right across, Lower left rise, Lower right rise, slash the middle from the left, slash the middle from the right, stab in front.

”What a broken bird you are. I don’t just want to break you, Osiris, I will make you mine”

Upper left across, Upper right across, Lower left rise, Lower right rise, slash the middle from the left, slash the middle from the rig-clank.

Osiris’ arm jerked and the Dawnblade clattered away and vanished in a sparkle of solar.

”Osiris, you should be asleep,” came the brisk voice of Lord Felwinter

Osiris did not look at him. Could not look at him.

”I cannot,” Osiris said, softly

”What is wrong, Osiris,” said Felwinter, dispelling his void sword, “Colovance said he found you quite injured,”

”I was, Sagira fixed me up. I am fine,” Osiris said curtly

”Physically, maybe,” mused Felwinter.

Osiris snarled in lieu of a response.

Felwinter lifted a hand and gently placed the tip of his fingers under Osiris’ chin, gently guiding him to look up.

”What do you need, tonight?” Felwinter asked

”I…I don’t know?” Osiris said and his voice sounded so small, “A distraction. I can hear him otherwise,”

”Hear who?”

”I have no idea,” whispered Osiris, leaning his head slightly into Felwinter’s fingers.

He relished the feeling of his mentor’s touch.

”Let us go to my office, Osiris,” said Felwinter

A transmat fired and the warmth and familiarity of Felwinter’s office greeted him and he wasted no time sinking into his favorite chair.

”You are safe, Osiris,” Felwinter said

”I know,” whispered Osiris

And for once, he really did feel safe.

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Day 24 - Two Birds, One Stone

November 10, 2721; The Last City, Earth

“Osiris!” Saint calls.

The Warlock in question leans back and wipes the sweat from his brow.  He has taken up masonry duty today, using Solar light to cut stone blocks of mountain stone to his Ghost’s specifications.  It is hot work.  The blocks, once completed, would be transported directly to the Wall, where they were set and secured into place.  The stream of ferriers had died almost an hour ago- clearly work had been called off for the day.  The sun is beginning to set into a notch in the mountains.  Working in the dark would be to invite a Fallen attack.

Osiris has continued working anyway.  There is a pile of stone next to him, stacked neat and waiting.  Osiris straightens his back, feeling his aching muscles and the sweat salt crusted into his hair, and admits that maybe he has been pushing himself a bit too far.

“How are you?” Saint asks as he gets close.  Osiris does not know what the Titan has been doing today, but by the soot and the dents in his armor, he can make some good guesses.

“I’m fine,” Osiris says, curt.  He does not have time to waste on grief.  The Fallen grow bold and Humanity must fortify their defenses as much as possible. Nobody else seems to remember that in the wake of the Iron Lords��� deaths.  They all sit around and talk.  Osiris wants to work.

Although Saint still wears his helmet, Osiris can see the concern in him.  The Titan hesitates, clearly not believing Osiris, then scans the area for a place to sit.

The block is a cast-off from wallmaking; chipped badly in one corner with a crack through its heart, it will never serve a structural purpose.  Perhaps it could be split into paving-stones or pounded into gravel someday. For now, it sits lonely on the broken ground.  Saint-14 perches himself one corner and pats the stone next to him.  Osiris rolls his eyes but nevertheless moves to sit next to his companion.

The block isn’t quite big enough for both of them; their shoulders brush.  Saint-14 doesn’t seem to mind.

“This week has been… demoralizing,” the Titan begins.  It occurs to Osiris that Saint has come to talk to him, not just bother him into a confession.  Saint is quite a popular hero figure- and those have suddenly become in quite short supply.  It would be hard to speak his insecurities out loud when everyone needs him to be confident.

“It saddens me to hear of the Iron Lord’s demise,” Saint says, “and it shakes me.  I know you were Lord Fellwinter’s student-“

“I have not been under his tutelage for many years,” Osiris states.

“It is still sad, yes? He was a friend.”

“He was,” Osiris says, still uncertain in the use of the past tense.  He will never refer to Fellwinter in the present again.  Nor Timur, nor Skorri, nor Radegast.  They are dead.  Only Saladin remains, shadowed and stooped by grief.

“They were a guiding force for so long,” Saint continues.  “An example.  A beacon.” He clenches a fist in front of him. After a moment he lets it relax in uncertainty.  “It is hard to see the way forward without their light,” the Titan confesses.

“I’m sure the Speaker has many ideas,” Osiris says dismissively.

“Father…” Saint hesitates. “Father is a good man, and a wise man. But even he does not have all of the answers.  We must all find our own way now.”  He pauses again.  “It is… daunting.”

Saint-14 is not a man to be daunted.  He is not a man to lose sight of his path.  Osiris knows this.  Just as Saint knows that Osiris’s stubborn refusal of sentimentality is a cover for his wounded heart.  Saint may be upset, but he also wants Osiris to know that being upset is alright.  If not in front of Lord Saladin or the Speaker, then at least in front of him.

Osiris takes Saint’s hand, grip trembling ever so slightly.  Saint-14 squeezes back, a steady and silent reassurance.  No more words need to be said.  Osiris knows Saint feels vulnerable and lost and scared and is there for him.  Saint knows Osiris is not ready to share his hurt, but accepts the hurt anyway.

They sit and watch the sun set.

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