the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself
“Guardian…”
After the noise has died down, Misraaks scans the room. His eyes come to rest on the Hunter, standing in the center of a dozen splayed-out Eliksni corpses, and wiping blood from its visor for what seems like the hundredth time.
“I… I appreciate that we are at war,” the Kell pauses to find the words, to find exactly what it is he is feeling in this moment. “A war for the future of our peoples, and of our universe. But…”
He pauses once again, his eyes drifting back over the young, malnourished bodies of his former kin. “But the cruelty — no, the effortlessness with which you employ cruelty to kill my fellow Eliksni…”
Misraaks releases a slow breath. The Guardian is staring at him, its flat helmeted face entirely expressionless - a cold expanse of white splashed with reddish purple.
“It brings to me a feeling of unease. Not one that is necessarily of your own fault, rather, but nonetheless. These were my people once, and for each youngling with docked arms that is slain…” the Eliksni looks away, concerning himself not to show too much emotion in front of the human. “I wonder if they could have been saved. If we could have taken them in. Fed them. Helped them grow into something more.”
He looks back at the Guardian, who is motionless for a moment, hand cannon still in hand. Then,
“I’m sorry,” comes a cold, filtered voice out of the recesses behind the helmet.
Misraaks nods and turns toward the door. “Let us continue.”
The Guardian did not sound sorry at all.
[BG3] our dark urge Pearl you will be missed
Destiny 2 - The Dawning (2021)
Yeah I worked extra hard that year and made a *lot* of cookies for Saint because ... I mean, poor guy ...
I said I was gonna redo it! And I did! I'm gonna make a longer version later because this song is sooooo Crow/Uldren to me. I was gonna hold until I finished the full thing but ehhh... this is good for now.
I love him, guys. I fucking love this stupid stupid man. I need to put him under a microscope. Need to kiss him on the mouth.
Song: Everybody Wants to Rule the World Game: Destiny 2 Programs used: Premiere Pro 2024
Part of the best of rvb 16 video. Funnily enough this is actually one of the parts RT made a copyright claim on :) enjoy :)
i love how d2 lore is solidifying the fact that titans can’t seem to resist chasing that warlock tail
Make Some Noise, Season 3, Episode 19: "A Takedown of Billionaires Rihanna, Beyoncé, and Oprah"
The Drifter: I can’t believe you guys broke the bed last night!
Eris: Must have been a wild night.
Young Wolf: Haha… yeah…
[last night]
Crow: Bet you can’t jump high enough to touch the ceiling!
Young Wolf: Try me.