“Yeah but you always seem to know what the hell is
going on with that big brain of yours. I’m paying you a compliment, sweetheart,
you should be thankful.” the fighter replied incredulously. If there was
one thing that Cain didn’t do particularly often, it was dish out compliments
to those who he deemed to be undeserving. If he told Abel that he was the best Navigator
then he most definitely meant it, Abel could protest and argue as much as he
liked but it would make no difference to Cain in the slightest.
“You must be tired if you’re turning me down. We both
know just how much you love it, especially when you’re always screaming how
good it feels.” the dark haired fighter responded with a quiet snort
before laying himself back down on the mattress with a heavy sigh. “You
work too fucking much, gonna make yourself sick if you carry on like
this.” Now that was something he didn’t say often, worry wasn’t an emotion
that Cain often liked to entertain, but underneath the bravado and the volatile
nature, he was still human after all.
HIS FUSE WAS SHORT, TONIGHT. He couldn’t stand the slightest of buzzes from any machine & he surely couldn’t muster enough attention to listen to Cain. His body was set abalze with with LETHARGY & must he acknowledge his Fighter’s kind words, then he will, but he couldn’t do much more to curve his mind as it pranced a path towards sleep. ❝& I thank you for it, Cain. Besides, I don’t scream– much; but that’s not the point. I’m just too tired to move anymore.❞ The words slide out with a sigh; Abel didn’t enjoy complaining. He kept it to himself, knowing that if he had the time to whine he had to time to WORK.
& IT MUST’VE BEEN A MIRACLE, FOR HIM TO EVER SYMPATHIZE. It caught Abel off guard, his words; they SHACKLED him with shock & caused his breath to shake out of his throat ( ever so careful, he must be.) It took him a moment to think of a response, a fight to keep his back to his Fighter as an emotion he wished not to explore spread through his chest.
IT’S HIS JOB, AS A CAPTAIN. He was obliged to this kind of situation, to these conditions. This was what the Alliance was for, to train these shifters into being more than an ILLEGAL CONSPIRACY. &though this one had been the first of many, Abel was trusted with training him ( or, perhaps it was training withhim, seeing he had trained as a SOLDIER before he had been as a weapon. ) But it was tense, now, climbing into their gear & Abe had peeked over to marvel at him, his sharp jaw & quite fine skin. Not a sound from either of them had come since they left Levi’s office, but Abel was dying to break the silence.
❝ Iɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ? ❞ Uta asks, eyes wide and expression rather IMPASSIVE as he regards the other. Inked fingers remain IDLE within his pant pockets, relaxing his posture while his kakugan ANALYZES the stranger’s rather interesting taste in clothes.
THE FLICKER OF IRISES AT HIS OWN APPEARANCE IS UNMISTAKABLE. It doesn’t bother him, at the least; he only straightened his posture & rewarded the response with one of his own, though questioning in tone. It didn’t quite APPEAL to him, the thought of a permanent mark on his body. Despite the scar on his lip,he’d never been fond of the idea to TAINT pure skin;& to ink such a sensitive areas appealed to him much, much less than any scar would have.
❝ A-Ah, is that so? I assume that must’ve been painful, then.❞
Whatever game the two were playing, whatever this was considered
for his Navigator, it wasn’t funny and Cain wasn’t humored by it in
the slightest. It made him feel strange, like he wasn’t even with the
name Navigator he’d been assigned to in the beginning. Ever since
the incident with the Derelict, moments like this brought concern
to even someone as dense as Cain. He didn’t know what it was,
but Abel was simply not Abel.
“Like hell you don’t know what I’m talking about. You aren’t you!”
Cain shouts before lowering his tone, knowing that the rest of
the Alliance aboard that ship doesn’t need to hear him. They’re
out in the open, but Cain has brought the private conversation to
the forefront, unable to distract himself over the fact that his partner
is not the same man that he had known before that mission. Cain
damns that mission to hell, knowing that it is the sole reason all
of this is happening. The worst part was that he wasn’t in control,
that he couldn’t help, and it was only happening to Abel.
Would he ever learn? Unlikely.
THE SUDDEN INCREASE IN THE VOLUME OF CAIN’S VOICE PAINS HIM. Abel’s head suddenly ached & he hissed, palms pressing into his head as his fingernails dug into his skull. Pain rumbled down his spine, white light blinding him & his eyes shift around him, panicked & confused as to why he had been in the Hangar. He looked lost, MISPLACED & utter concerned as of why his fighter seemed so FURIOUS at him.What was going on? ❝Cain—?❞
ABEL STUMBLED FOR A SECOND, HIS BODY SLUMPING AGAINST THE reliant in turn. His breathing hitched & he searched, he SEARCHED & searched with blurry sight for his Fighter— he had to find his Fighter. Cain had to make it back;Cain had to live through this. ❝Why is this— happening ? Cain— somethings wrong.. the ships— Cain—!!❞
RIN’S HEAD WAS HELD LOW, LOCKS OF MAROON C O N C E A L E D a bitter expression. His honest D I S P L A Y of emotion was habitual and consistentlyUNINTENTIONAL, which made him immediately REGRET the s l i p of FRUSTRATEDmumbles. Yet, Abel’s reply gave him the slightR E L I E F that he couldn’t RECOGNIZE what Rin said under his b r e a t h. Taking the OPPORTUNITY, the swimmer lifted his head, hues looking upon Abel’s through loose bangs as he waved his hand.
HIS WORDS CONFIRM ETHAN’S SUSPICIONS, HIS FROWN GROWING deeper. The CONCEALMENT of misplaced words, the slumped over stature of the boy’s form & slight clipping at the end of his tone;there was no doubt in it. He only hoped nobody arrived on time like he did. ❝Rin, he spoke softly, the high schooler’s first name slipping from his tongue. ❝Rin, look at me. You’ve already said it once, & I’ve already heard it. Look up at me & tell me: why aren’t you?❞
WITH HIS FEET HE PUSHED BACK FROM THE DESK WITH SLIGHT FORCE, b a l a n c i n ghimself and the chair he sat upon on it’s two hind legs. Maroon hues LAZILYb r o w s e d over the scenery outside the window beforeW A N D E R I N G to the new tutor. It was AMUSING to watch him attempt to C A P T U R E the students attention as they b l a t a n t l yIGNORED him and continued their conversations.
❝OI, YOU’RE WASTING YOUR B R E A T H. They’re just taking ADVANTAGE of you they alwaysdo. ❞
ETHAN’S PATIENCE SNAPPED, THEN. It was one thing to be ignored; he was fine with it; but to be blatantly treated as if he was a simple walking puppet was too much for him. He slammed his hand down on the table only moments after the red haired boy had spoken, his own black irises scavenging the suddenly alert faces. ❝Listen, I’m not here to be your background noise,❞ he barks, tone clipped withANGER. ❝I am herehelp you,& if you’re not going toAPPRECIATE that, then leave. I can give you extra work if you don’t. I’m here to teach, not to BABYSIT.❞
HIS ATTENTION WAVERS TO THE MALE THAT HAD SPOKEN UP, his eyes narrowing the slightest. ❝What will it be, then, Mr. MATSUOKA?❞
A TENTATIVE GLANCE, a spine twisting realization founded on the insecurities of those who wait – and even without his DISGUISE does he reach out and adjust naturally. He’s still tired from his HUNT, agonized over the fact, and breathless with regard to everything that’s going on. Yet kindness is key and he treats no one STRANGELY, speaks urgently: “Quick. We really. Shouldn’t be here. It’s a bad. Idea.”
ETHAN REWARDED THE MALE WITH DISTINCT CONCERN, CONFUSION settling in. He was used to such USHERINGS from his manager, the whispers of distress & her over enthusiastic tone that she used so much. It wasn’t much of a surprise in that turn, but the other continued to twist Ethan’s sense into nothing; why did he feel THREATENED?
He chose this path. This was what he had wanted-- what he had dreamed of being. He worked && he fought, yes, child, he's fought through it all. && this is who he want to be, he knows this is who he must be, but things have changed; he has more to lose, now.
He has so much more to lose, now, boy. He wants to protect everyone, though he's not so sure you can. He have doubt in your heart but he goes on with him because losing is not an option for him. It isn't an option for his partner, either, but it's better that way; he is your fuel. He is your sun.
His name is Ethan, but they've given him the task name 'ABEL.' The fighter he's been paired with has become the force behind his power && his lover. He cannot let him down. This is his chance to protect who he loves.
HE IS THE BOY WITH THE SPIRIT OF ICARUS.
THE FIRES THAT RAGED THROUGH ALEXANDRIA STARTED AT YOUR FINGERTIPS (ECLIPSE.)
He can't control it; he isn't who he is supposed to be. He is wrong for what he does, he know this & it's painful, not being able to stop hurting everyone he knows. He might kill each person in his path, & he's determinded to fight fire with fire. & If it is himself that stands in his way, then it is him that must perish.
BETWEEN THE PAGES OF FATE (MODERN.)
He is a boy who lives in his dreams. His life is built on them, just as his books are. A writer, a famous one at that, he is, though he says he only publishes his dreams to share with others. He hold each dream dear to him & does not believe that they aren't anything less than visions. He does not understand them, nor do many others; but he knows the future sits in his palms.
WITH A HALO THE COLOR OF SIN (GANGSTA.)
( based off the SF fic, By Your Side )
A tough battle it's always been, between the Alliance LLC and the Colteron. He stands as a Navigator, a normal, paired with a twilight he was supposedly obliged to name his Fighter. A war for territory, against anti-twilights that plage the lands; is the fight worth it?
&& WHAT IF THE STORM ENDS (SNK.)
They were forced to do it. After the serum had been leaked to create titan shifters out of orphaned children, they had no other choice. They made a sub-group within the Scouting Legion, of which goes by the name The Alliance. They call their soliders Navigators, their shifter to be Fighters. They train the atifcials into war objects, into weaponry they had chain to bed. It is where he works, where he trains with a shifter named Cain. They've become one of the best, but one of them is bound to die.
