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?
The Fighter smirked as he listened to the Navi attempting to be in control of their conversion of tasks needing to be done. What Abel on something? Must of been good since Cain had only came up to him now just to see how much longer til Reliant was ready for them to fight in again. “ Smart ass, You know your always in the mood the moment you see me.”
HE COULDN’T DEAL WITH THIS HARASSMENT, NOW. Abel had work to do, an emergency to attend to. If Cain didn’t know the meaning of no, then the navigator would be HAPPY to provide a crash course(& by crash course he mean Cain crashing to the ground. ) ❝I’m SERIOUS, Cain. Get the hell out of my way,❞
It was hard for him already to believe he was doing this. Sacha was not the type to feel uncomfortable or ashamed of basically anything; Rather, he never cared about what anyone said about him.
However he couldn’t help but feel a sour sensation by doing this– It wasn’t for him, it was for Anna, but finding himself in a line full of female teenagers (weren’t them too young to be reading this?) fans of gay erotica, waiting to get he copy they bought signed… It was probably what other people would describe as reaching bottom.
As his train of thought kept him unaware of what was happening in front of him, he unconsciously opened the book an placed it in the table the moment it was his turn– Not even looking directly at this so called author. What did he say even?
“ No, to Anna. It’s a gift. “
WHY WOULD HE BE HERE? On Earth, in the present, or even at his book signing? How had Cain found him, in a simple bookstore where woman swarmed him, batting eyelashes in pretty sequences & attempting to WOO him with their voice; how had Cain even known him? But he didn’t; the visitor had spoken again & declined hisSUPERSTITIONS, requesting another name be on the cover. How embarrassing.
A KIND SMILE SLIDES OVER ETHAN’S EXPRESSION, THEN. It serves as a mask of confidence over the shame ( over the DISAPPOINTMENT.) He shrugs softly, eyes falling closed in the excuse of a close eyed smile;Ethan couldn’t bare to look at him anymore. He couldn’t look at someone who looked like the one he wanted so bad. ❝No, no,❞ he he coed, his voice soft & light; yet too plastic to seem real. ❝Cain is the name of one of the characters. You just happen to look just like him– or, what I IMAGINED him to look like. My apologies– here you are.❞ &the book is handed back just like that;&now he wanted to leave.
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.
