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who_is_she) wrote2015-06-01 04:23 am
who_is_she) wrote2015-06-01 04:23 am
i wish you luck forgiving your parents for mixing up such an unthinkable person
The ship starts to quake, and then everything goes to hell. Bullet thinks the only reason he and Xo survived together was that moments before Xo had been screaming at him about something--whatever it was Bullet couldn't remember now, but when the shaking started he'd been close enough to grab Xo and hold him tightly, so that when the ship was torn apart by vines they could stick together. Bullet manages to grab hold of one of the vines as it was pulling back, which did manage to clear them from the crashing ship but also ended up flinging them into the depth of a strange and vicious jungle.
He knows Xo is hearing the Calling, and he can see his fighting faltering because of it. He's not the solid force he usually is, and keeps faltering where he usually would stand strong, and it has Bullet's heart pounding. He's terrified for Xo, all the more terrified because he doesn't know what to do to help, especially not when all their time is devoted to fighting back vicious vines and unfamiliar monsters.
Eventually, they cut their way through to a clearing, just a small stretch between huge, solid vines, probably not any less dangerous than the path they've been on, but there's nothing in the immediate area that wants to kill them, so it's good enough. Bullet is exhausted, sore down to his bones and covered in minor scrapes and some less-than-minor bruises and cuts, so he can't imagine how Xo must be feeling.
"We can take a break here," he says, after doing a lap of the surrounding trees and making sure nothing was hiding in the surrounding trees, "Try and get some of our strength back." He looks over at Xo, biting his lip worriedly, contemplating his next words carefully.
"How are you... feeling?" he asks gently, moving in closer to put a hand on Xo's shoulder, "Do you need anything?"
He knows Xo is hearing the Calling, and he can see his fighting faltering because of it. He's not the solid force he usually is, and keeps faltering where he usually would stand strong, and it has Bullet's heart pounding. He's terrified for Xo, all the more terrified because he doesn't know what to do to help, especially not when all their time is devoted to fighting back vicious vines and unfamiliar monsters.
Eventually, they cut their way through to a clearing, just a small stretch between huge, solid vines, probably not any less dangerous than the path they've been on, but there's nothing in the immediate area that wants to kill them, so it's good enough. Bullet is exhausted, sore down to his bones and covered in minor scrapes and some less-than-minor bruises and cuts, so he can't imagine how Xo must be feeling.
"We can take a break here," he says, after doing a lap of the surrounding trees and making sure nothing was hiding in the surrounding trees, "Try and get some of our strength back." He looks over at Xo, biting his lip worriedly, contemplating his next words carefully.
"How are you... feeling?" he asks gently, moving in closer to put a hand on Xo's shoulder, "Do you need anything?"
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"I'm fine," he grumbles, though he was far from it. The crash had shaken him badly, but not as badly as the incessant buzzing that had started in the back of his skull that had set in just before they'd gone down.
"Don't look at me like that!" he growls, when he sees the look on Bullet's face, and he shoves his hand off his shoulder before shakily standing to his feet, "For fuck's sake, you're looking at me like I'm some kind of..."
He wobbles a little, both from his physical weakness and from the way his head was swimming. He hated being treated like a rabid dog, but he was starting to feel more and more like one, and his anger and frustration and fear only compounded on this. He doesn't want to admit to Bullet how much he's struggling to keep his sword turned on the Mordrem.
"These new Mordrem, the...the ones shaped like people," he pants, swallowing dryly and trying to wet his lips, "I heard one...talking to us, it spoke, only...sentient races who have been turned by the dragon can speak, and their faces are so fucked up and twisted but...I could have sworn I recognized...Ardveir, you know him, don't you? He...sounded like him, too. I...I just didn't know the corruption worked...so fast, like that."
His voice breaks, and he does his best to harden his expression as he pulls his sword out of the ground. Xo would have called his bandmate weak-willed, normally, but even without the will of the dragon ringing in his ears, these days he hadn't seen much reason to keep resisting. His people were almost universally reviled, were being punished and killed regardless of guilt. The compelling reasons he'd had to continue protecting them were dwindling, and one of the last few he had was currently standing beside him looking at him as though he might snap at any second.
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Bullet flinches back when Xo snaps at him, his expression turning kicked-puppy pathetic. His expression darkens at Xo's words, and he shakes his head.
"I don't remember recognizing any of them. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe you're seeing the faces of sylvari you know as a... Demoralizing technique. We don't know, we don't know know what we're up against," he says, frowning, and his expression hardens, "I'm getting you out of here, no matter what, okay? Nothing's gonna happen," he speaks fiercely, like he believes it, but his expression softens almost immediately afterwards, "So... sit down, please, get your strength back."