Abel doesn’t really understand that Cain wasn’t even really involved
in helping fix the Reliant. Maybe Abel simply meant that he was a
a distraction, a matter that was supposed to be background noise
but was far too loud for the Reliant’s Navigator to ignore. That was
plausible, but the both of them were on edge in the first place. They
had been this way for quite some time, partially due to Abel’s
overall behavior since the occurrence on the Derelict. He prefers
not to dwell on that though, neither does anyone else really. Cain
could handle it as such, but he knew many weren’t always so
capable.
Regardless, Cain’s concern continues to flow in the form of
screeching towards the entire population as Abel seems to grow
worse and worse by day. He disappears for half of the day, ignores
him at night, but tries to practically suck him off in the middle of
the hallway. Truly, Cain is feeling like he lost control of understanding
his Navigator, especially with that small glare that he threw in his
direction.
“You were mostly fixing it anyway,” he states blatantly, simply
because such a fact was the truth.
THE FACE THE NAVIGATOR ANSWERED WITH IS NOTHING BUT distraught. The lines between his brow strength & it’s evident, the anger swirling within his irises; Cain had said something wrong. ❝You were supposed to help. Don’t know why I BOTHERED, though; all you ever do is just stand there,❞ he muttered, pulling up a string of coding on the data pad &changing it until he saw that it was correct ( it was not, but how the hell would he knowthat? )
ONCE HE’S DONE, THE DATA PAD IS SHOVED BACK TO THE FIGHTER. He doesn’t bother to show remorse over his actions; Abel barely even looked at Cain as he cleaned his hands & prepared to walk away. ❝Did I tell you to take that to Keeler earlier? Sorry, I meant Selene; I asked to borrow it from him earlier. ❞
THEY’RE LETHAL, THE NOTIONS THAT SWAM THROUGH HIS MIND. Toxic & depriving; the cognitions were unaccepted but UNSTOPPABLE as they flooded through his ears & settled between the cracks of skin skin; moments like these were molded water in a cup. He doesn’t know, why these feelings decided to reintroduce themselves into his bones & weighed down his feet but he doesn’t bother to comprehend the QUANDARY as he hears footsteps fall from behind him; he naught need to ponder on who the interloper must’ve been. He only kept his eyes on the stars he didn’t realize he was focused on & runs a thumb over the Reliant ( a gentle caress to his future, & possibly to his DEMISE, too. )
A SIGH HEAVES FROM HIS LUNGS & IT IS OBVIOUS, HIS IMPATIENCE. ❝Come over here, Cain. You won’t get anywhere by just standing there.❞
ABEL WASN’T PARTICULARLY HAPPY ABOUT HIS CURRENT PLIGHT, either but that gave no reason for Cain for ignore everything else & rush to him. He was fine, as he kept repeating to everyone ( & Cain ) a million times over; he had fainted, & that was all there was to it. Abel had much more IMPORTANT things to do than assure everyone that he wasn’t going to fall over, just like everyone else did& he was certain that he would go straight back to work after leaving the Med Bay.
BUT FOR NOW, HE HAD TO DEAL WITH HIS FIGHTER. ❝Cain !!! Will you LISTEN to me for a second ? I promise, I’m fine. I just got a little side tracked, is all.❞
His own day hadn’t been particularly interesting, training
in the gym alongside his fellow fighters had taken the majority of his precious
time, showing off his strength to establish himself as the dominant, the leader of the
pack. He could have stayed longer but yet here he was, sculpted body lay
out on the bed as he succumbed to the much needed relaxation. Smirk tugged at
his lips at the sound of the door sliding open.
“Heh, where the fuck have you been all day?”
ABEL WAS QUICK TO STRIP & FIND HIS PLACE NEXT TO HIM. It was relieving, to finally be able to relax into the LUXURY of a mattress & his face disappeared into the sheet of his pillow as he opened his mouth to respond. ❝The correct question would where where haven’t I been all day; I’ve been running around since I left this spot,❞ the Navigator responds, curling int cool sheets &—finally— feeling his muscles unwind for the first time since morning.
❝It was one thing after another— it was like climbing a mountain without stopping; it was SUFFOCATING.❞
IT WAS ANOTHER ROUGH DAY FOR HIM. Running around, fixing this & fixing that; Abel had come close to signing out in the Medbay earlier & it obviously wasn’t enough; he still had work to do. It had felt wrong to NEGLECT his orders; it made him feel out of place, so to say. He felt it in his bones, the fatigue creeping up on him, but Abel didn’t bother to acknowledge it until he finally slumped against his fighter in conversation. His body had reached it’s finish line.
ABEL COULD BARELY MANAGE A PAINED WHISPER WHEN HE SPOKE. ❝Shit— sorry, Cain. I’ve had a lot to do today & I think I might’ve overworked myself a little bit—❞
ABEL DOESN’T ENJOY HIS INTERRUPTION. He was busier than he’d ever been with special order Cook had given him & it required his full attention for as long as he could supply it; Praxis wasn’t exactly very usefulto Abel at that moment, either. His presence was a pure nuisance, but the Navigator can’t snap at him for being kind during his moment of STRESS.
❝Praxis, I really APPRECIATE the offer, but I’m really busy right now.❞
ABEL KNOWS IT’S NOT HIS FAULT. The hangar had become awfully crowded since they began working on repairs for the ship & it was beyond troublesome having to strain his ears to hear his fighter; the noise Abel was making wasn’t aiding their deafening dilemma ( to his dismay, many others were not as COURTEOUS as he so hoped. )He’s almost fighting not to snap at him, but it’s difficult to conceal his displeasure when he’d been yelling over the disruptions every two seconds.
❝Cain–!! I need you to hand me that pad, please!!❞
THE DAY HAD DRAGGED ON FAR TOO LONG. It was exhausting, running around the ship & getting rewarded with different orders once he had completed the last; it was one thing after another that sent his strength tumbling through a whirlpool of what felt like an oven of DISTRESS. He’d escaped the hordes of concern long enough to make it back to the dorm; it couldn’t have been any more aesthetically pleasing.
HE WAS WORRIED, AT THE LEAST. He hadn’t been working next to Selene for very long, but there was a congestion of DISCONTENTMENT around him that made coding seem a little distasteful. It was stressful work, he knew that very well, & it wasn’t good to linger within the self-loathing that was caused by consistent mistakes that one could not control; it wasn’t healthy, & much less was it productive.
ABEL COULDN’T HELP FEELING WATCHED. Though he was still tinkering with his ship ( just as he has for the past few hours, ) his nerves were alight with PARANOIA. It was agitating, his mood was spiraling quickly due to his little issue, & he had done everything he could think of to get rid of it ( besides one think he REALLY wanted to do– but that would have to wait till later. )
IT’S THE GLANCE HE TAKES BEHIND HIM THAT REVEALS A TRUTH. The navigator doesn’t want to say he had seen the silent one, but it’s inevitable how relief flushes his cheeks so quickly. Abel needs a break from this more than anything, & Deimos just happened to be here right now. He was better than the fleeting ache that is beginning to return to his overworked body. This said, he stands & calls out to him. ❝Oh, hey, Deimos—!!
❝I was about to head to the mess deck for a break—— do you want to come with?❞
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.
