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WASHINGTON. ([personal profile] protocol) wrote2021-10-16 12:49 pm
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[personal profile] greenandgray 2023-04-29 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[He really fucking hates you right now, Washington. But fine, he'll use his goddamn words.]

What the fuck did you do? What the hell happened to Felix to fuck him up so badly? And what the hell happens on Chorus that you deserve to die a million deaths for?

[There. Are you happy? He's ~communicating~. Fuck you, too, Siris, wherever you are hope you're getting chills down your spine for all this.]
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[personal profile] greenandgray 2023-06-07 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[It's certainly not what he wanted to learn. It was not something "easy" to learn, something he could acknowledge, process, and put away for next time he had a use for it. (For the next time he saw Felix, no matter whether it was here in this city were his partner to return, or back in their own galaxy where they all belonged.) It was...not entirely unexpected, however.

Which somehow made it hit harder. All this time...and he knew Felix had been hiding something major from him, that his partner was angry at him for something, but Locus could never pry the damn answer out of him. Felix had always been better at that game than him. (And maybe it said something that they did, in fact, think of it as a game instead of something more meaningful. But- it was easier that way. It was always easier to pretend. To shove all the complicated things down, down deep into the abyss where none of it could get out.)

It was just that learning the truth in all its full bluntness was jarring in a way that Locus was unfamiliar with. (A vague corner of his brain wondered if this was what his enemies felt like when he barreled into them. Like a freight train in all its heavy glory.) It was one simple sentence. It was four little words. It was an entire lifetime of memories, emotions, laughter and screaming and skin touching skin and eyes hidden behind visors--it was so, so much and more. Ended. In one simple sentence.

It was everything to him. And an all encompassing nothingness.

There was a long pause. Quiet. Blessed silence. It filled the void that existed between the two (ex-)soldiers as they stood in opposite sides of the city staring at screens as one, and not as one. It was the same silence that filled Locus's chest and expanded outward into the world, blotting out everything around him, filling his ears with nothing but the rush of non-existent wind that left him deaf in its wake. It felt like an eternity.]
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[personal profile] greenandgray 2023-06-07 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[It was too quiet. And then suddenly it all rushed back in, a cacophony of noise. It filled him with frustration and anger and rage. With nothing to aim it at.

He punched the wall next to him and chipped out a piece of the brick with the force of his armor powered motion. His knuckles were surely white beneath his gloves. His reply was silent--nothing but text--but it spoke loudly as if he yelled to fill the silence that threatened to overwhelm him.]


Impossible. I don't believe you could win.

["I would never let that happen." He heard himself say. A sentiment promised only in dreams and conversations that Felix never heard firsthand. Unfortunately.]