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cayde's very bad, no good day
Okay, look. Cayde is a tactile kinda guy. Handsy, even. Always fiddling with something - his gun, a map, some piece of tech that he probably shouldn't have lifted from Banshee, or any number of the trinkets that his Hunters bring him from all over the Solar system. Guardians are a bunch of magpies anyway, and Hunters even moreso. So yeah, he encourages it.
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Ikora's hands are cool with the void and it feels so good on his back. He still feels scorched by the liqufied solar energy, but with each pass of Ikora's hands, the burning subsides just a little more.
He can hear Ophiuchus and Sundance having a whisper-argument in the kitchenette, but he pushes that awareness away and just relaxes into the couch cushion he's leaning on.
Zavala is off interrogating the guardians who thought it was a good idea to play with a solar condenser tank in the Traveller's walk - and boy he does not envy them one bit - but Cayde still misses the big guy.
Ikora is tucked up behind him, all cool and calm on the outside. It's actually reassuring that Cayde can feel the faintest wobble in the light she's running over him - it's another one of those giddy little reminders that yeah, she does actually care.
He exhales, fans rising and falling in tone. They're still running overtime, trying to cool something that's now only present metaphysically. Ikora's hands pause, cold seeping outwards like an icecube on warm concrete.
"Cayde?" Yep, there's the concern. It's not even hidden this time! Neat.
"'m here." Man, is he ever tired. He's aware of like, half a dozen major errors worming their way into his brain right now. Ow. His fans whine at a higher note.
"Cayde, you're not cooling down." Huh. Is this what a fever feels like? Oh, and they're moving.
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Ikora's hands are cool with the void and it feels so good on his back. He still feels scorched by the liqufied solar energy, but with each pass of Ikora's hands, the burning subsides just a little more.
He can hear Ophiuchus and Sundance having a whisper-argument in the kitchenette, but he pushes that awareness away and just relaxes into the couch cushion he's leaning on.
Zavala is off interrogating the guardians who thought it was a good idea to play with a solar condenser tank in the Traveller's walk - and boy he does not envy them one bit - but Cayde still misses the big guy.
Ikora is tucked up behind him, all cool and calm on the outside. It's actually reassuring that Cayde can feel the faintest wobble in the light she's running over him - it's another one of those giddy little reminders that yeah, she does actually care.
He exhales, fans rising and falling in tone. They're still running overtime, trying to cool something that's now only present metaphysically. Ikora's hands pause, cold seeping outwards like an icecube on warm concrete.
"Cayde?" Yep, there's the concern. It's not even hidden this time! Neat.
"'m here." Man, is he ever tired. He's aware of like, half a dozen major errors worming their way into his brain right now. Ow. His fans whine at a higher note.
"Cayde, you're not cooling down." Huh. Is this what a fever feels like? Oh, and they're moving.