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Sad story, angst, happy ending

Drifter disappeared for years, Eris search for him every single day nonstop but he never find him

Note: You can make yoyr happy ending yourself. Your free to do what ever you like

Ngl when I first read this request I was like "🥺💔noooo" but this was fun to write and I'm so happy their together again! Thank you so much for the story request! :))

All was quiet and dark aboard the vacant Derelict. Motes lay scattered and faded, lanterns sat cold and unlit, the Gambit room remained unused, no longer welcoming Guardians as it used to do.

  The silence aboard the ship felt cold and never ending, until finally it was broken as a shower of green sparks appeared, Eris Morn emerging through them. Her cheeks were hollow, her arms were thin, her face was pale and without joy.

  She sighed wearily, approaching an old metal table against the wall in the spacious and empty room. She pulled a chair away from the table, collapsing into it and folding her arms on the table top.

  A shimmer of blue sparks appeared beside her, the Drifter's Ghost emerging and floating closer to Eris, emitting a series of beeps and chirps.

  "No, little Light, I have not found him yet..." Eris replied, her voice soft and mournful as she stuck out her hand.

  The Ghost sunk down to her waiting palm, letting her stroke it.

  Eris sighed again, watching the Ghost dissapear in more blue sparks as she pushed her chair back. "I need tea." she murmured, getting to her aching feet and walking to the dark kitchen.

  She grabbed a kettle and set it to boil on the stove while she went to light a lantern, filling the room with a soft orange glow.

  She returned to the stove, watching the steam slowly begin to shoot out the nose of the kettle. Soon a shrill whistle followed, Eris's que to take the kettle off the eye. She poured the steaming water into a mug on the counter, breathing in the soothing smell of herbal tea.

  Just as she was stirring the honey and cream into her mug, she heard a loud crash from a room nearby. She spun on her heels, clenching her fists and readying her Stasis. She cautiously returned to the room she had just been in, expecting some type of threat. But to Eris's great surprise, she instead saw a strangely familiar figure.

  The bearded man on the floor groaned, pushing himself onto his knees, apparently unaware of the three eyed woman staring down at him. A moment later Eris fell to the ground beside him, wrapping her arms tight around the man that she hadn't seen in so long, feeling tears begin to prick her soulfire eyes.

  "Eris?" The man breathed out, returning her embrace with tired arms.

  She tightened her hold on him, not daring to let go, lest she lose him again.

  The Drifter chuckled. "Glad to see you missed me, Moondust." He murmured. "You too, Ghost." The Drifter said with surprise as his Ghost appeared, pressing it's shell against his shoulder.

  "You stupid rat," Eris choked out, pulling away. "That is the first thing you choose to say to me after being gone for so long?"

  "What do you mean for so long? Didn't I just talk to you this mornin'?" Alarm shone in the Drifter's eyes as he stared at Eris's pained expression.

  Eris's face contorted. "It's been three years, Germaine." The Ghost bobbed up and down beside her, adjusting it's frame.

  The Drifter stared at them both, agahst. "Please tell me this is some sick joke." His voice was hoarse. "How... how can three years have gone by?"

  A few seconds of silence passed.

  "I've made tea." Eris said quietly, fighting back tears, begging them not to spill out as she cleared her throat.

  She got to her feet, grabbing the Drifter's arms and helping him up as they headed towards the kitchen, the Ghost dissappearing once again. The Drifter sat at the table as Eris prepared another mug of tea.

  "Here," Eris handed the Drifter his cup before sitting down herself. They sipped their tea in silence for a minute before Eris finally spoke again. "I have searched for you, Germaine, every day. Trying to figure out where you went, and why. I did not believe that you had deserted me, I trusted your words when you told me you would miss the moonlight. So I was sure you must have been in danger somewhere, somehow. " She took an extra second to regain herself as she sipped her tea. After a moment she continued, "I even convinced the Vanguard to aid me in your search. And they did, for a while. But eventually they had to call off their Guardians, due to the growing risk of enemies in areas that were no longer being patrolled as often. I, however, continued my search for you in every moment I could spare." After more silence passed them by, Eris asked, "Where were you?"

  "I don't know..." he eventually replied. "I didn't even realize I was gone... I didn't feel time pass by or nothin'. Just one second here, then darkness like I'd passed out, and then I was here again."

  "I have heard of others going missing before," Eris said. "But... none disappearing as long as you."

  "Why'd they dissappear?"

  "There have been rumors of a Darkness taking an interest in some, and stealing them away for it's own schemes and observation."

  "Your sayin' the Darkness is still around, even after the Witness?" The Drifter asked. "How can it take people away?"

  "I am unsure..." Eris replied, her hands trembling. "All I know is that these past three years have been the hardest I have suffered since the Hellmouth."

  The Drifter's chair screeched as he pulled it up beside Eris's.

  He forced a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "Reckon in the grand scheme of things it really ain't that much time," he cleared his throat. "And, uh, who knows? We may have plenty more time to spend together... right?"

  "You do not have to pretend to be okay, Drifter..." Eris said softly. "I do not believe either of us are truly okay right now, and I would prefer we mourn together than attempt to move on as if we are fine."

  His hands trembled alongside Eris's. "Yeah..." he agreed quietly. "How could we lose so much time?" He cursed under his breath, leaning his elbows on the table, blinking away the tears that fought to emerge.

  "Let us not waste time now, Germaine." Eris said. "We must figure out what happened to you, and I'm sure the Vanguard will be pleased to hear of your return."

  "Yeah, your right... But give me a minute, I'm tired..."

  "Drink," Eris said, leaning over the table to grab the Drifter's cup of tea and give it back to him.

  He took the cup by it's handle and brought it to his mouth, taking a drink of the soothing tea.

  He chuckled as he set the cup down. "The place looks nicer then I'd expect it to after so long."

  "Yes, I hope that you do not mind, I have been here much since your disappearance." She replied. "For the most part I have been dusting and caring for the upkeep of your belongings."

  "Heh, I don't mind none. No one else I'd rather have take care of my stuff than you, Moondust." The Drifter replied earnestly. "What all's happened since I've been gone?"

   "We defeated the Witness, as I'm sure you recall, but other than your disappearance not much else has transpired." Eris replied, taking a sip of her own tea. "Nothing so significant that you can not be caught up when we get to the Tower."

  "Yeah?"

  "Yes." Eris replied, staring into the Drifter's dark and sad eyes.

  She reached out to squeeze his hand. "I am glad you are home, Germaine. I have missed you dearly."

  The Drifter turned to face Eris, staring into her glowing eyes for a moment before leaning in to kiss her. He shuddered as he pulled away, blinking rapidly.

  "I'm here now, Moonlight." He said quietly.

  "In all honesty, I had doubts that you would return, after having searched for so long." Her voice was low and forlorn. "But I never would have ceded in my search for you, and in your return, I rejoice."

  The Drifter chuckled sadly. "That why your so thin?" He asked, running his hand along her arm. "Cause you missed me?"

  "I had quiet lost my appetite when I found you were missing..." Eris admitted. "Ikora often had to come and urge me to eat what little I could."

  The Drifter pulled Eris to him in a warm embrace.

  For the first time in so long, a smile began to twist across Eris's lips. Finally, the Drifter was home. He was alive, safe, and in her arms, and she was not ready to let go of him yet.

  They clung to one another for quiet some time, finally feeling themselves begin to smile again as their hearts rose with joy. They were together again at last. 

Eris giving birth to their daughter. This part 2 of the story where Eris tells him she's pregnant and they're having a girl. Pls make it wholesome

Hehehe, awww🥺Here's your story, thank you so much for the request!! They are a happy lil family😊

Eris Morn lay on her back, breathing heavily as sweat rolled down her face.

  "C'mon, Eris," The Drifter spoke softly from beside her. "Your gonna be okay, breath."

  He gripped her sweaty hand tight in his own as she sucked in a deep breath.

  "Your gonna be okay," he said again. "Your doing great."

  Eris growled out a scream through bared teeth, gripping the Drifter's hand painfully tight.

  The Drifter's eyes widened in fear as he looked at Eris's pained expression.

  "She's going to be okay," Ikora told the Drifter when he turned his worried eyes towards her. Then to Eris she said, "your doing great, Eris, now, push. Drifter, help her keep her breathing normalized."

  "Eris, breath with me, okay?" The Drifter said, trying to keep his voice calm and soothing.

  He began taking in deep loud breaths, doing the motions with his hands to help Eris do the same. She took in a few before growling out another scream. The Drifter squeezed her hand tight as he brought her fingers up to his lips.

  "Your gonna be fine, Moondust." He said against her knuckles, trying to comfort her as well as himself as she screamed again.

  A few more painful minutes passed by before Eris's breathing began to calm, becoming slower and deeper.

  "Good job, good job," the Drifter offered her a smile. "Your doin' great, Moonlight."

  Eris winced, gripping the Drifter's hand tighter, as a few more agonizing minutes passed. Then, finally, the high cry of a baby could be heard. Eris's pained expression began to fade, and was replaced with an exhausted smile as she turned her head towards an astonished Drifter.

  "Here she is," Ikora said softly, holding the bundled up baby close as she walked up to a smiling Eris and lowered the baby into her waiting arms.

  "Hey, little Luna," the Drifter cooed sofly from beside Eris.

  "You two already prepared a name for her?" Ikora asked.

  Eris nodded. "Just recently we decided on the name Luna."

  Ikora smiled softly. "You've done a wonderful job, Eris. I'll give you three some space."

  The Drifter chuckled after Ikora left the room, looking down at the little baby in his wife's arms.

  "What is amusing?" Eris asked softly.

  "Oh, nothin'," the Drifter replied, his voice just as soft. "Just that she's really cute, ain't she?"

  Eris let out a small chuckle. "You have always been fond of children."

  "Heh... yeah." He smiled down at Luna. "Glad we've got one of our own."

  Eris looked at him, then back down at Luna who was laying snugly in her arms. "I agree."

  "How're you feelin' now, Moondust?" He asked, leaning in to press a kiss against her face.

  "Much better than I had been, but quiet exhausted." She replied.

  "Hey, if you need me to take over holdin' her so you can get some shut eye, you just tell me, okay?"

  Eris nodded. "Just give me another minute or so."   The Drifter snuggled against Eris from his chair, as she held their little Luna close and safe. And thus they stayed for quiet some time, as a happy little family. 

Make this story

1. Drifter and Eris doing dirty talking then Ikora catches them HAHAHAHAHAHA

2. Eris is sick so her beloved Rat takes care of him.

Here's the story for your first request, hope you love it!! I'm working on your second request, and I'll try and send it soon! 🥳 Thank you so much for the requests!!

The Drifter ran two fingers along the bright orange railing in his section of the Annex, collecting a small layer of grime and dust on his fingertips, staring at it with speculative and judging eye.

  "Observing dust are you, Rat?" Came a mellow voice from behind him.

  He turned towards the doorway, a smile already on his lips.

  "Hey, Moondust." He greeted. "C'mere, will you?"

  Eris eyed him suspiciously, cautiously approaching where he stood.

  "What is it?" She asked, looking down at the railing when he pointed at it.

  "Look," The Drifter replied. "What do you see?"

  Eris frowned. "Dust."

  "Exactly. Dust and dirt, on the railing. How?" He stared at it quizzically.

  "Perhaps from the rafters above." Eris replied, unfazed. "The idea is not particularly strange."

  "But c'mere, look at this too," he walked them over to the table nearby which was topped with books, a pot, jade coins, and a Cabal helmet.

  "Look at the table." He pointed to more dust. "How is the table so dusty? 'Specially the coins, you know I use 'em like a hawk. How come they're already covered in dust 'n grime?"

  "I doubt the Tower is without it's vermin, Drifter." Eris replied, observing the table and coins. "A mouse or rat could easily have crawled across the rafters and kicked down the dust and dirt you see here."

  "This much dust? Nah, that don't make sense. How does dirt get up on the rafters, anyway?"

  "Rats are not typically very clean creatures," Eris jabbed at him teasingly. "When did this start?" She asked before he could make a jab back at her.

  "Been goin' on for a few days." He told her. "And don't tell me a rat kicked down this much dirt, Moondust. I've been cleanin' it up every day and it's still comin'."

  "I will admit that is strange." Eris relented.

  "Run your finger through it," he told her.

  "What? Why would I do that?"

  "So you can see how thick it is."

  "Rat-"

  "Moondust," the Drifter interrupted.

  "Fine," Eris eventually grumbled, running the tip of her gloved finger through the dust. "It is surprisingly thick, I will admit." She said as she observed her finger.

  "Exactly, isn't that-"

  The Drifter was interrupted mid-sentence by the sound of a throat being cleared from the doorway.

  Both Eris and the Drifter jerked their heads toward the sound, finding Ikora Rey standing at the entrance of the room.

  "Am I interrupting something?" She asked, appearing faintly amused. "Something about dust?"

  The Drifter coughed. "Yeah, I was just sayin' how the Vanguard charge me too much to keep a room that's got dust and dirt fallin' from the rafters."

  "What brings you here, Ikora?" Eris interjected.

  "I heard you were in the Annex," she began. "And I came to make sure there wasn't something wrong."

  "Why would anything be wrong?"

  "I supposed that perhaps the Hive had become a more dire threat once again, and that you had come to the Tower to give a report in person." Ikora explained. "But I am glad to see the only matter is... dust."

  "And dirt." The Drifter added.

  "Yes. Well, if that is all then I will be going." Ikora offered a small smile. "It's good to see you, Eris."

  Eris gave Ikora a nod as she left the room. "Enough talking about dust, Rat." She told the Drifter once Ikora was gone, sighing and shaking her head.

  "But it's still weird!" The Drifter exclaimed.

  "I'm sure it is merely a rodent crawling across the-"

  "Rafters. Yeah, yeah, I know." He sighed.

  "I will be going, Rat, before you get any more worked up on the matter of dust." She turned away, heading for the exit.

  "Hey! I'm not worked up!" He called after her. "Moondust! Come back!"

  She laughed quietly to herself as she walked down the hall. 

2. Eris is sick so her beloved Rat takes care of him.

Here's your second story request! Thank you so much, hope you love it :))

Cough after cough echoed through the despondent work station, along with the high pitched whistle of a kettle.

  Eris Morn coughed again into her arm, taking the kettle by it's handle and preparing herslef a cup of tea. She strirred in a large dollop of honey, sniffling as she brought the cup to her lips, taking a small sip to soothe her sore throat.

  She was out of her usual work attire, and instead wore a blank t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, attempting to get comfortable as Ikora had suggested when Eris informed her that she was sick. She was ordered to take off for as long as she needed, and she'd spent most of her time laying in bed trying to sleep, but to no avail.

  She sighed wearily, bringing a hand up to her earpiece and clicking the button that would take her voice to the Drifter's ear.

  "Drifter?"

  "Moondust?" Came the response.

  "Yes, I apologize for the abrupt change of plans, but I will not be able to make our patrol this afternoon."

  "Woah, woah, how come? You okay? You usually never skip out on patrol."

  "I am fine, I merely have a cold."

  "A cold?" He asked. "How bad is it?"

  Eris hesitated for a moment before opening up her troubles and discomforts to the Drifter's waiting ears.

  "My throat in particular is the largest nuisance. It is quiet sore, and to swallow is both painful and uncomfortable." She confessed. "And other than that, sleep has been difficult to find and the task of blowing my nose, tedious and annoying."

  "Huh... don't sound fun, Moondust." The Drifter said sincerely.

  "It is not." Eris replied.

  "Hey, how bout I come over 'n cook you some chicken noodle soup?" The Drifter offered. "May not take your sore throat away, but it'll help."

  "That... would be greatly appreciated." Eris replied, not smiling, but feeling a little happier.

  "Great. I'll just grab what I need and head on over."

  *  *  *

  "The soup'll be done in a few minutes," the Drifter said as he walked into the main room, where Eris was sitting. "How you feeling?"

  "Not any different than I had earlier." She replied.

  "You got any salt?" He asked.

  "Salt?" Eris frowned.

  "Yeah. I heard gurgling salt water can help deal with a sore throat."

  "Interesting... I have salt in the kitchen." She stood up and lead him to one of the kitchen cabinets.

  "Alright," the Drifter started, taking the container of salt and heading to the sink, filling a cup with warm water. He stirred in a little bit of salt, then handed the cup to Eris. "Just gurgle that a few times and see if it helps. I'll go plate up the food."

  Eris did as the Drifter had suggested, gurgling the warm water while the Drifter filled up their bowls with the steaming broth and noodles.

  "Foods ready," he told her as she spat another round of salt water into the sink. "Salt help any?"

  "A little," Eris replied, taking the bowl Drifter offered her. "Thank you."

  He gave her a smile as they went back to the main room, each sitting in their own armchair.

  "You tried takin' a hot shower already?" The Drifter asked through a mouthful of noodles, finally breaking the silence that had been there through most of their meal.

  "I did this morning." Eris replied, drinking a spoonful of the warm, soothing broth. "The soup is good, Germaine, thank you."

  "My pleasure, Moondust." He finished up the last of his soup before then taking his and Eris's bowls to the kitchen. When he came back he kneeled in front of Eris's chair and looked up at her. "You already had tea?"

  "Yes. Two cups." She answered.

  "Alright... try takin' a nap?"

  "Yes, but as I said earlier, sleep has been difficult to find."

  "Okay... you got any extra blankets somewhere?"

  "Yes," she replied, somewhat confused.

  "Where they at?" The Drifter asked.

  "In the closet in the front room."

  "Alright. Don't get up, okay? I'll be right back."

  Eris sat in silence until the Drifter returned, a large fluffy blanket in his arms. He smiled as he leaned over Eris, tucking the blanket around her snugly.

  "Even if you can't sleep, curlin' up in a blanket's got to do some good."

  Eris smiled faintly. "Thank you... would you like to sit with me?" She scooted to the side of the chair, making room for the Drifter.

  He grinned, sitting beside her and pulling the blanket over himself as well.

  They sat together in silence, not sure how much time had passed, simply enjoying the company of one another.

  "I almost feel as if I could fall asleep." Eris told the Drifter eventually. "But I'm sure the feeling will fade once I get up to go to bed."

  "Then don't get up. Just close your eyes," The Drifter said softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on her temple. "I'll keep you warm." He winked.

  Eris's lips quirked up in a small and faint smile as she leaned her head against the Drifter's shoulder, closing her eyes and trusting herself to him.

  "Thank you, Germaine..." she said as she drifted off to sleep.

Story

Part 3

Eris and Drifter are raising Luna. Luna is being a naughty child and keeps playing in Eris' artifacts

Note: Luna is now 4 years old.

Thank you so much for the request, it was really fun to write hehe! I would also like to mention... I put the name of this story down as 'spaghettios', lol XD

"Luna!" The Drifter called as he walked down the hallway, peeking into each room as he passed by. "Luna! Ugh, how does she keep sneakin' away?" He grumbled as he glanced into another room.

  He had a sinking suspicion he knew where Luna had snuck off to as he approached the slighly open door which led to Eris's work room, the room they had included into the house when they built it so that Eris could do her work from home and watch their child on days when the Drifter had to run his Gambit at the Tower.

  "Hey, Eris?" The Drifter said, knocking two fingers against the wooden door. "You seen Luna?"

  He pushed the door open, and to his relief, there was little Luna. She was attempting to reach up on the desk for Eris's Ahamkara bone, but Eris pushed it further from her reach before she could grab it.

  "How is it that you continually lose her, Rat?" Eris asked teasingly. "You can not keep up with a small child?"

  "Heh," the Drifter chuckled as he entered the room. "It ain't my fault, she's just-"

  "Excuses, excuses." Eris interrupted with an amused smile. "Take her, she keeps trying to play in my artifacts. And don't lose her again."

  "I won't," he replied, taking Luna's little hand in his own. "C'mon, Luna, let's go eat lunch."

  "Lunch!" Luna agreed, no longer focusing on Eris's Ahamkara rock, she followed the Drifter out of the room and to the kitchen, sitting down at the kitchen table.

  "Alright Luna, Mac 'n cheese? Or spaghettios?" Asked the Drifter, putting both cans of food up to Luna and watching her as she looked back and forth between her options with a serious and contemplative expression.

  "Mac cheese," she replied in her high voice, leaning forward and putting her small hand on the can of Chef Boyardee Mac 'n cheese.

  "Alright, Mac 'n cheese it is." He said, grabbing a pot which hung on the wall and smoothly sliding it atop the stove. He then proceeded to open the can and empty the contents into the pot.

  "Alright, Luna, that'll take a minute to heat up. You want some juice?" He asked as he reached into the fridge, grabbing a box of apple juice. But when he turned to give it to Luna, she was gone. "Do what?" The Drifter stared, appalled, at the empty seat. He began to search under the table and chairs, calling Luna's name and wondering to himself how she managed to escape again.

  He cursed under his breath, getting to his feet and hurrying down the hall, hoping Luna wasn't already in Eris's work space.

  "Hey, Eris," he peeked in the room. "Luna ain't in here is-"

  "No, Luna, give that here," Eris spoke gently but firmly, kneeling on the floor with her hand outstretched.

  Luna was laughing and giggling, Eris's Ahamkara rock in her little arms.

  "I like big marble," she said, hugging it to herself. "Is mine."

  "Luna. Here."

  Luna turned to Eris, looking down at the rock then back up at her. After a moment she obediently dropped the rock into Eris's waiting hands.

  "Good girl, Luna, thank you." She said as she put it back on her desk. She looked over at the Drifter who was walking into the room. "You lost her again." She remarked simply.

  He sighed. "Yeah... didn't hear her leave or anything."

  "If you lose her again, Germaine, you will be eating nothing but spaghettios for the rest of your life."

  "I like spaghettios!" Luna interjected squeakily.

  "Eh, I'm with the kid, spaghettios ain't so bad, Moondust." He chuckled, taking Luna's hand and guiding her away. "Maybe I'll cook us all some for dinner tonight, huh? Wouldn't that be good, Luna?"

  "Germaine, wait," Eris called before he had made it out the door.

  "Aw, you miss me already, Moonlight?" He turned back to her, smiling broadly.

  "No, but look what our daughter has managed to get a hold of as we were speaking,"

  "Oh, Luna," Drifter groaned, looking down and seeing two cards from the Deck of Whispers in her little hands. "You can't have that, give it to your mama,"

  "Is mine," Luna said, frowning with confusion when Eris took them. "I like cards."

  "You got plenty of toys out here, Luna, c'mon." Drifter took her back to the kitchen, handing her a plush Hive worm half as big as her when she sat down. She happily hugged the worm and began playing with it while the Drifter went to check on her food.

  "Alright, kiddo, the noodles are hot so we're gonna have to let 'em cool down." He said as he set the pot on a hot plate atop the counter, stirring the steaming noodles with a wood spoon. "You excited for noodles, Luna?" He smiled back at her, thankful she was still in her chair.

  "Noodles! Noodles!" Luna replied in her high, happy voice, throwing her worm plush in the air and catching it.

  "Noodles, noodles, noodles," the Drifter countinued to chant, pulling out a plastic bowl and fork.

  He poured the noodles into the bowl, eating the remaining few that clung to the pot.

  "And here you are, kiddo," he slid the warm bowl of Mac 'n cheese in front of her, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on top of her head before turning back to the stove.

  He listened to the sounds of Luna happily humming as she ate her lunch while he opened a can of spaghettios, pouring the contents into the Mac 'n cheese pot and putting it back on the oven.

  Suddenly the Drifter's Ghost appeared, letting out a chirp as it zoomed over to Luna, catching her bowl of food just before it would have hit the floor.

  "Woah, that's a no no, Luna" the Drifter said as the Ghost slid the bowl back in front of her. "Thanks, Ghost. Good catch."

  Luna made a noise which sounded a lot like 'thanks, Ghost', as she countinued eating her cheesy noodles.

  The Ghost let out a happy beep, soaring over to the Drifter and brushing it's shell against his elbow before dissappearing in a shower of sparks just as Eris entered the kitchen. She gave the Drifter an odd look, approaching the table beside them and whatching him as he sat down and began eating the spaghettios.

  "What's with that look?" The Drifter asked through a mouthful of floppy circle noodles.

  "I should not be surprised, given your history of foods consumed, but regardless I did not expect to walk in on you eating spaghettios."

  "What's wrong with me eatin' spaghettios?" He asked, taking another bite as Luna said, "I like spaghettios."

  "It happens to be food for you daughter, not for you." She smiled teasingly down at him before looking over at Luna, who was happily enjoying her noodles.

  "I'll just buy more!" The Drifter replied, gobbling more of his food. "It's not my fault spaghettios are delicious."

  "Uh-huh."

  "Here, have a bite." He offered her his bowl of food, which she reluctantly took.

  "Hmm..." she ate a bite, then handed the bowl back to him.

  "Well?" He asked as he took another mouthful.

  "It is... okay." She replied. "Though I would prefer the meals that you cook far over a can of pre-made foods."

  "Alright, fair enough." He scraped up the last of the floppy noodles from his bowl, preparing to eat them until he saw that Luna was once again not in her chair. "Hey, where'd Luna go?" He asked, setting his bowl down.

  "What?" Eris looked over at Luna's empty chair. "How did we not see her leave?"

  "Exactly!" The Drifter stood. "She keeps dissappearin'!"

  "I suspect I may know where she went," Eris said, guiding them down the hall.

  When they entered Eris's study room, they, unsurprisingly, found Luna. She was sitting on the floor, happily playing with a Hive bone like it was a toy airplane.

  "I do not recall leaving that on the floor." Eris frowned, grabbing the bone from her daughter's hands while the Drifter bent to pick her up.

  "Luna, you sneaky girl," he said as he nuzzled his nose against her cheek, causing her to laugh.

  "I suppose she inherited that sneakiness from you, Germaine." Eris replied, standing beside him.

  "Nah, nah, I think she got it from you." He smirked.

  "I wanna play with the airplane," Luna added.

  Eris smiled. "I will have to be more careful about closing this door, so that she can not continue to play in my artifacts."

  "Heh, yeah... sneaky kid." The Drifter chuckled, hoisting Luna up onto his shoulders. "C'mon, let's go eat some spaghettios."

  Luna voiced her agreement with a wide smile. "Spaghettios!"

Fuck anonymous, please give us loving smack talk as both guide the guardian through some mission. Please?

Lololol omg, we need more of this type of content in-game 😂 Their smack talk in missions is always hilarious. Thank you so much for this request, hope you love it!

"Guardian. Thank you for taking the time to finalize this patrol. I will be guiding you through it." Eris's voice spoke from over the comms as the Guardian ran through a long and winding tunnel on the Moon, continuing deeper and deeper through the caves in search of Hive to kill.

  "And I'll be taggin' along too." Came the Drifter's crackly voice, joining Eris's over the signal.

  "Rat. I did not invite you to this mission, and I do not recall the Guardian doing so either."

  "No, you didn't, but I figured my company would be appreciated."

  The Guardian countinued to traverse deeper through the dark caves, running at a dangerously high speed which countinued to risk the possibility of them running face first into a rock.

  "And why would you assume such a thing?" Came Eris's voice.

  "Aww- Moondust! You know you enjoy my company. No need to pretend otherwise."

  "This matter is best left spoken of in private, Drifter." Eris replied, ending their current conversation as the Guardian found and shot a Hive scout.

  The Guardian spotted another two Hive scouts a moment later, along with a Knight. They shot a number of rounds at the scouts first, taking them both down in a matter of seconds before rolling out of the way of the Knights oncoming bullets. They ducked behind a large boulder, pulling out their sniper and peeking over the edge. When they got the Knight in view through the large scope, the Guardian took their shot, shooting until the Knight had fallen over dead.

  "Great work, Hero!" The Drifter congratulated them.

  "Drifter, what are you doing now?" Eris asked him.

  "Uhh, makin' lunch. You wanna come over?"

  "No. I'm sure you are cooking some manner of repulsing creature." Eris's voice held a tinge of disgust.

  "Nah, I'm cookin' up a stew. Remember how much you liked my last one?" The Drifter asked.

  "It was surprisingly good." Eris admitted. "What are the ingredients of the one you cook currently?"

  "Hah! The Guardians down there shootin' Hive and we're sittin' here talkin' about food." The Drifter laughed to himself. "Anyway, there's chicken, chopped up celery and onions, and then some dumplings. Sure you'd like it, Moondust."

  "It... sounds quiet appetizing."

  "Yeah... smells pretty good, too." The Drifter said. "Woah, hey now, the Guardians doin' great. I dare say they've already cleared out half that cave. Hah!"

  "Indeed, you do well Guardian." Eris told them as they fired some more rounds at the nearby Hive. "Your assistance in these matters is always greatly appreciated."

  "Yeah, yeah, keep on congratulating the Guardian, but never tell me I do a good job..." The Drifter said with mock gloom.

  "Jealous, are you?" Eris asked, amusement in her voice.

  "Maybe..."

  "You would not agree that the Guardian deserves congratulations?" Eris asked as the Guardian took down another Hive Knight.

  "Oh, no. They deserve congratulatin' all right, that's a fact. I just wish you'd tell me I do a good job more."

  "Then perhaps you should do more that warrants congratulating, Germaine." Eris spoke, almost affectionately.

  "I picked up the Derelict for you." He pointed out.

  "And that is something you should do even when I am not coming to visit." Eris told him. "Though, I do appreciate your consideration of my thoughts. The Derelict does look tidier."

  "Heh... thank you, thats all I wanted." Then softer, as if he was hoping he wouldn't be heard, the Drifter said, "I'll dish up the food in a minute,"

  The Guardian countinued shooting, making the Hive fall one by one, while they dodged their oncoming bullets.

  "Yes, yes." Came Eris's impassioned voice. "Make them fall, make them feel the pain and suffering they have afflicted upon us!"

  "Yeesh, your intense, Moondust. Remind me not to get on your bad side."

  "You have been on my bad side many a time." Eris pointed out.

  "And lived to tell the tale, can you believe that?" He laughed. "Anyway, here's your bowl Eris." His voice was soft again, but the Guardian still heard every word.

  "Thank you." Was Eris's equally quiet reply.

  The Guardian began to shoot at a Hive Wizard, breaking it's shield in a matter if seconds.

  "Whoo!" The Drifter let out when the Guardian successfully took down the Wizard. "Feels almost like Gambit. You should come by, Hero, I'll double your rewards if you'll kill a Wizard by yourself in the first round."

  "Rat, now is not the time for making deals and wagers. The Guardian needs to focus."

  "Alright, fine."

  The Guardian filled the next few moments of silence with the sound of gunshots firing and knives swishing by through the air.

  "The soup is good, Germaine. Thank you." Eris spoke softly.

  "My pleasure, Moondust. I figured you'd like it, glad you came over to have a bite."

  "Indeed." Then returning to normal volume, Eris said, "wonderful work, Guardian. This will surely aid in keeping the Hive population back."

  "And don't forget about Gambit, alright? I always need more Motes." The Drifter jumped in.

  "Last I saw, you seemed to have plenty." Eris interjected.

  "Eh, still always need more." He replied. Then back to the Guardian, "but, uh, I'm gonna be busy for a little while right now. Just drop by later if you wanna take up my offer, yeah?"

  "Indeed, thank you, Guardian, for you much needed assistance. The Drifter and I will be going now."

  The Guardian shrugged off the questions they had pertaining to Eris and the Drifter's strange vagueness, and instead moved on to using their party emote, before heading back up into orbit. 

What about a fic where the Drifter gets Eris a pet rat for company while he's away and she names it after him.Extra points if there is some whacky hijinx where the rat gets away and causes mischeif! 😂

Awww him getting her a lil pet rat is such a sweet idea 🥺🐀 Thank you so much for the request, I hope you love it!!

When Eris had first awoken that morning, it seemed as though it would be just another average day. She had no plans made, there were no enemies of humanity to go up against at the moment, many Guardians were already patrolling the Moon for Hive. Which left Eris with the menial task of reading and paperwork- which she did not much mind.

  But to her surprise, when Eris walked into the little cramped kitchen of her work place, she found something unexpected upon her table.

  It was an animal carrier. Eris frowned as she approached it, seizing the slighly wrinkled piece of paper which had been taped atop the carrier.

  The handwriting was messy. It looked as if someone with poor penmanship had attempted to write neater, which elicited a smile from Eris, who know had a guess as to who the letter was from even before she had seen it.

Hey Moondust, gonna be out for a while today Thought I'd leave you somethin' for company so you won't get lonely without me Hope you love it, and I'll try and send you a call tonight, alright?

  -Love, G

P.S. reach your hand out and the little guy will come right up to you

  Eris looked curiously toward the carrier, reaching out a cautious hand to open the door. She peered inside, leaning closer and bringing her hand in front of the entrance.

  A moment later, something darkly colored with a long pink tail rushed out, taking it's place in Eris's palm and looking up at her with gleaming black eyes.

  "He... left me a rat...?" Eris asked aloud, staring down at the calm little rat with great surprise.

  The rat squeaked up at her before sniffing around her hand, likely just as surprised as she was to see a strange newcomer.

  Something else in the carrier caught the corner of Eris's eye. She looked into it once again, reaching inside with her free hand to grab a little plastic bag of what appeared to be chopped up pieces of broccoli and apples, along with a piece of nibbled on paper taped to it which read,

  And here's some treats for him so he'll know your his owner :)

  Eris frowned. I have a rat now...? She thought, finding herself happily surprised by how well the creature was behaving as he countinued to sit atop her hand.

  "You will need a name, won't you, little one?" Eris asked the rat, gently sliding him off her hand and onto the table surface. She proceeded to un-stick the plastic bag, reaching in and grabbing a piece of the green broccoli with two fingers.

  "Would you like this, little Drifter?" She offered it to the curious rat, watching him crawl up to her.

  The rat gently took the broccoli in his teeth, rearing up on his hind legs. He then dropped the broccoli into his little pink hands and began nibbling the green stalk.

  "Yes, you like broccoli, don't you?" Eris allowed herself a rare moment to smile down at the little fuzzy creature.

  But the rat sped across the table as soon as he finished his broccoli, catching Eris by surprise while he climbed up atop one of the many books beside them. The rat sniffed at it for a quick moment before swiftly walking up to one of the edges and knawing at it.

  "No, Drifter!" Eris exlaimed, reaching to grab him, but missing as he ran off the book and to the other side of the table.

  She traced a gloved finger along the now chewed and awkwardly sticking out part of the book edge with a frown before reaching to grab a piece of apple from the bag. She attempted to make her expression look more relaxed as she offered the piece of fruit to the rat, who then sniffed at it, took it from her hand, and began chomping down.

  "I have no knowledge of how to care for rats," Eris sighed out. She reached up to her earpiece, hoping she could call the Drifter for some explanation or assistance, but instead of his voice she merely got silence from the other end. She sighed again, tossing the rat another piece of broccoli.

  Eris began putting her mind to work, looking around the cramped kitchen for anything she could use to make sure the rat didn't ruin any more of her possessions.

  That will work she thought as she walked across the room, grabbing the large rations crate she had retrieved from last month. She dumped out the remaining old food packets atop the counter before bringing the box over to the table, setting it atop a chair where she could easily look down into it.

  Eris then reached into the zip lock bag, baiting the rat closer with another chunk of brocoli. The rat let out a squeak when she grabbed him, lowering him carefully into the crate.

  She dropped him another piece of broccoli. "there, there, little Drifter... this is for the meantime while I figure out what to do with you."

  She turned away, slipping off her gloves as she leaned over the kitchen counter and grabbed a kettle. She filled it with water and set it atop an oven eye to heat.

  Why would he give me a rat? She thought to herself as she stared down at the kettle. And what am I supposed to do with it? I do not have the time to care for a creature.

  These thoughts countinued on throughout Eris's head until the kettle erupted with a shrill whistle. She poured in her water, grabbed a spoon, and began stirring in the honey and cream for her tea, her mind elsewhere in thought until something whiskery flicked across the back of her hand. She snatched her hand away and jerked her head towards the thing that had touched her- to her surprise, it was the rat. He pointed his head up to sniff at her, his little sharp teeth showing.

  "How did you get out?" Eris asked him, not expecting an answer from the rodent.

  She scooped the rat into her gloveless hands, being once again surprised by the rat when he sped up her arm at lighting fast speed. The rat crawled atop her shoulder, leaning over to sniff her face before crawling into her hood and finally settling down.

  Eris stayed there, unmoving, her glowing eyes wide with shock as she felt the rat curl up against her neck.

  Will he bite me if I move? She wondered, moving her arms stiffly. But instead of the sharp bite of teeth, she felt the rat's whiskers tickle against her skin.

  "Little rat..." Eris tried through stiffled laughter. "Please come out," she reached a hand into her hood, her fingers meeting the rat's soft fur.

  As much as Eris tried to gently persuade the rat out of hiding, he would not come. He only continued to rest against her, falling into a gentle sleep.

  Eris sighed. "Fine. Rest, little Drifter."

  She once again retrieved her tea, bringing it back to her face and taking a sip as she weighed her options.

  She could force the rat off of her, risking angering him and possibly getting bit. Or she could let him rest where he was and attempt to go about her day as normal.

  "I suppose you may stay, little rat," she murmured, deciding on option two as she grabbed the rat's bag of treats and left the kitchen, entering into her private study.

  The room was somewhat large, crammed full of Hive artifacts and ancient tattered books. Yellowed papers were scattered across the table and desk, strange glowing things hung around the room, giving it an eerie feel. A lamp sat in a corner, illuminating the space with it's warm light.

  Eris approached her desk, sitting in the hard wood chair and setting the plastic bag atop the surface beside her. She could hear the rat sniffing around from inside her hood, likely noticing the bag of treats, but still not willing to come out.

  Eris delicately opened the old book in front of her, gently leafing through the pages until she got to where she was meant to be. She began reading, translating the Hive letterings and signs, and writing her findings on a skein of Hive leather beside her.

  She murmured under her breath what she read, trailing a finger across the page, careful not to smear the ink.

  She continued on like that for some time, writing with neat precision, until she finally noticed; the rat was missing.

  She brought her head up, looking left and right across the desk surface, hoping she would see the little rodent she had begun to grow fond of. She pushed her chair back and stood, running her eyes across the floor.

  "Little rat?" She called, bending to look under the desk. "Little rat, where are you?"

  A dark grey blob caught the corner of her eye, she jerked towards the table, seeing the rat atop it with something green in his mouth.

  My jade coin Eris though, trying to pull a smile onto her face.

  "Little rat," she said, attempting to lull the rat with a soothing voice. "Please return that, it is quiet valuable to me," she slowly approached the table, bending towards the rat.

  But once she got close enough, the rat ran, speeding across the room and slipping behind a bookshelf.

  "How...?" Eris groaned, barely managing to slide her own hand behind the shelf.

  She stood, circling to the other side of the large piece of furniture and peering behind it as best she could, hardly managing to make out anything. She then made a sweep of the room, looking under things and peeking above surrounding shelves, searching behind books and papers and artifacts, but she found no rat anywhere.

  When finally she knew she had to give up, she plopped into one of the hard seats, leaning her elbows on her knees and hiding her face in her hands.

  "I lost him..." she mumbled under her breath, her arms and legs aching.

  She massaged her brow, hoping to ease the headache that just began to throb. She stood after a moment, heading back to the kitchen and setting on the kettle once again.

  "Today has been ineffectual." She said to herself, preparing her cup of tea and taking a sip.

  Just as she was reaching up to attempt another call to the Drifter, a flash of dark grey whizzed across the floor. Eris looked down, locking eyes with the rat. He returned her stare, his little black eyes glued to Eris's three green ones.

  At that moment she finally remembered the words from the Drifter's letter. It is worth a try, I suppose, Eris thought, kneeling down and slowly extending her palm. A moment later the rat was on her arm once again, sniffing happily as he looked up at her.

  "You little pain," Eris said, affectionate and tired. She got up and sat at the kitchen table, setting both the rat and her cup of tea atop it. "Now, little rat, where did you put my coin?"

  The rat merely ran across the table to her cup, reaching up and sniffing at it.

  "No, that is mine," Eris grabbed the mug by it's handle, keeping it away from the rat's curious self. Little Drifter then turned his attention to Eris's Ahamkara rock, running up and sniffing it instead.

  "No, don't-" Eris reached out, but was too late to catch the rock.

  It rolled off the edge, bouncing loudly against the floor with a cringe worthy ring.

  "How am I suppo-" Eris's annoyance was interrupted by a knock on the door.

  Eris grabbed her rock and the rat, putting him on her shoulder as she approached the door. She punched in the code and opened it to see a smiling Drifter.

  "Hey, Moondust!" He greeted as he walked in. "How you likin' your little friend?"

  "I may just slap you, do you know that?"

  "What?" His expression reflected genuine astonishment. "Why?"

  "This rat has caused me to waste most of my day by running off and hiding, he has stolen the jade coin you had given me, he just now rolled my Ahamkara bone off the table- need I go on?" She huffed.

  "I thought he'd make you happy!" The Drifter defended. "Did you try stickin' your hand out to him?" He asked, sticking his own hand out. The rat came running from Eris's shoulder to his own with a happy squeak.

  "I will admit I had forgotten your words of advice for most this time." Eris sighed out. "I thought you said you would call me?"

  "Oh, yeah. Happened to get finished with my work sooner than I expected, so I figured since it wasn't too late yet I'd pop on by and check on you two." He grabbed Eris's hand, bringing her palm out so the rat would run back over to her. "So he's been a pain, huh? I can take him back. Thought you might like him, but I understand if you don't wanna care for a rat- or any animal really," he offered her a smile, showing that he was not offended.

  Once again, Eris sighed. "I named him after you, you know."

  "What, Rat?" He laughed.

  "No," Eris replied softly, warmly. "I named him Drifter."

  The Drifter's facade fell for a moment, and he allowed a sincere smile to glow upon his face.

  "He is quiet aggravating at times, just as you are, but in the end, I do love him." She smiled to the little rat in her hands. "Yes, I will keep him. Thank you, Drifter."

  "Heh... my pleasure." He kissed her cheek. "I just wanna make sure you don't get lonely when I'm away."

  "And indeed, now I shan't be."

  A gleam of green caught the corner of Eris's eye, and when she turned to look she found the jade coin in the corner on the floor.

  Eris smiled.

Confidence

Hehe... made a lil story where Eris helps Drifter be more confident... I just want them to share some sweet tender moments together, it's what they deserve :]

"Hey, Eris?" Came the Drifter's voice from over the old radio which sat upon the dusty table surface.

  Eris peeked her head up from the volume she was reading, sliding her nimble fingers across the pages and dog earing her place before shutting the book and returning the Drifter's call.

  "It is quiet late, is it not?" She greeted him.

  "Yeah, but I figured you'd still be up."

  "Indeed, I am." Eris replied. "What is it that you want?"

  "For you to come meet me somewhere."

  "Hmm... where?" She asked.

  "It's a surprise. Just meet me at these coordinates I'm sendin' over." He replied, his voice revealing nothing.

  "These coordinates, they are on Earth. Where are you taking me? Why all this secrecy?"

  "Like I said, it's a surprise, Moondust." He replied vaguely. "Meet me there in a few minutes. Trust."

  *  *  *

  "You wished to meet atop a cliffside?" Eris asked bluntly, approaching the dark figure ahead which she ascertained was the Drifter.

  The Moon's light gleamed off his wide toothed grin. "Yeah. Wanted to show you somethin'. C'mon,"

  He reached out and took Eris's hand, his grip tight but not painful, and walked them forward. They were still quiet far from the cliffs edge, but the Drifter made sure to be slow and careful as he guided them over to a large rock portrududing the somewhat clear area.

  "Why did you bring me here?" Eris asked as they sat beside one another on the hard rock. "And what was the purpose of coming so late at night?"

  "That," the Drifter pointed ahead of them, directing Eris's attention to the large glowing sphere which hovered high in the sky.

  The Moon was full and bright, bathing everything it could in it's soft white light, and sending the things that it couldn't into harsh and darkened shadows.

  "You admire it." Eris said, somewhat surprised by the awe reflected in the Drifter's grey eyes.

  "It's beautiful, ain't it?" He asked, looking back at her.

  "I did not take you for one to appreciate nature to such an extent." Eris admitted, her three eyed gaze returning to the Moon. "But yes, it is quiet a marvel."

  "Heh, yeah..."

  The gentle chirping of crickets filled the silence that made up the next few minutes, their shrill song one that Eris happily accepted in that peaceful moment.

  "Why did you wish for me to see this?" Eris asked, finally breaking the silence.

  After a thoughtful moment, the Drifter slowly began to tell her, "This is special to me... seein' the Moon so big and bright like it is tonight. I always come up here when it's like this, watichin' it for hours till the sun starts risin'. And I reckon I wanted to share this moment that's come to mean a lot to me, with someone else who's come to mean a lot to me, too." He looked over at her. "Does that make sense?"

  Eris contemplated his answer, the meaning behind it, the weight of his voice as he told her how much it meant- how much she's come to mean. She looked back at him.

  "Yes. That makes sense."

  "Does this mean anythin' to you?" He asked, hoping Eris hadn't caught the quiver in his voice.

  "On normal circumstances, had I seen this alone, it would be merely a feigning glance. A feeling which would be gone in an instant had it even arisen, a moment that would soon fade from memory and conscience." She studied the curves and dents of the Moon's surface. "But here, with you having shown me this?" She now studied his face. "Yes. It has grown to mean far more to me, than it ever would in any other circumstance, or with any other person."

  She added on the last part, curious of what the Drifter would do with it, how he would interpret the meaning behind the words.

  He squeezed her hand tighter, reminding her that her palm was still against his own, as he tangled their fingers together and cleared his throat.

  He was no longer looking at her, but had returned his eyes to the full bright orb ahead of them, his expression a mix of both joy and apprehension.

  "Why does your countenance reflect tension?" Eris finally asked after a few more minutes of cricket chirping.

  He remained silent. So silent and for so long, Eris wondered if he had decided to ignore her, until finally he said, "you ever have somethin' you wanna tell someone so bad, but you don't know how to say it? And your scared your gonna mess everthin' up with that person cause your so afraid?"

  It was Eris's turn to remain silent for a few long minutes, leaving the Drifter to listen to the sound of crickets.

  "I have found," Eris began eventually. "That the best cure for a situation such as the one you have suggested, is to acknowledge what you wish to speak. Otherwise, you allow that worry to burrow in your mind, letting it to dig deeper and fester longer." She kept her gaze on the Moon as she spoke. "If you trust this person, then speak to them your truth, Germaine. And do not allow your fear to get in the way of your conviction."

  The Drifter no longer looked toward Eris or the Moon, but instead moved to staring down at the cracked rock surface beneath them.

  "If you wish to have this time alone and in silence, I will leave." Eris offered.

  "No, no, stay. Please." The Drifter said, still gripping her hand in his own trembling one. "Just... gimme a minute."

  And that way they sat for some few cricket filled minutes, the Drifter staring down at the rocks, Eris studying the Moon and the way its soft light fell atop everything, glittering against the rocks scattered around.

  Finally the Drifter sighed. "You know why I brought you here, right?"

  "You said earlier that I had come to mean a lot to you." Eris answered.

  "Yeah..." he turned his face towards her. "And I meant what I said. You... you mean more to me than anyone else."

  Eris returned his keen gaze, their eyes locked on one another, daring the other to break the silence that followed with his confession.

  Without a word, Eris freed her hand from the Drifter's clinging grasp. She then grabbed his wrist and lifted both their hands, bringing his shaking fingers to her cheek, watching an expression of astonishment wash over his face. Then she took her hand away, leaving his hovering there, pressed against the eternal tears that flowed down her face.

  The Drifter sucked in a shivering breath and leaned closer to her. Their faces were so close, noses gently touching, until finally the Drifter leaned in a little closer, their lips touching in a soft kiss.

  Eris could tell he was scared, afraid to allow his emotions to guide him after all the pain he had already suffered through in his hundreds of years of living. When he kissed her, it was a nervous kiss, his lips only barely meeting her own, lingering there for a long and unfamiliar moment.

  He pulled away swiftly, taking his face from hers and pointing it away, refusing to meet her eyes or the glow of the Moon. Eris let out a dismal sigh as she stared back at the Moon once again.

  "Why did you do that?" She finally asked.

  "Do what?" He replied.

  "Pull away." She watched him turn his head back toward the Moon, it's light reflecting in his eyes

  "I... I didn't do it right. The kiss." He clarified, clearing his throat.

  After a moment Eris spoke again. "I believe you overthought the moment, Drifter."

  "What d'you mean?" He asked, his voice quiet, shoulders slouched.

  "I did not force you to kiss me, that was an act done solely by you and through your courage. I merely encouraged it when I brought your hand to my face." Eris told him. "You gathered your valor on your own, but allowed it to slip away when we touched, overthinking the way our lips met, and discerning whatever ways you believed you had done inadequately."

  "I don't understand..." The Drifter confessed.

  "You were brave enough to kiss me, and only failed by the end when you pulled away, allowing your nerves and overthinking, to get the better of you- to tell you you had done poorly, when the truth is quiet the opposite." She explained more simply.

  "It didn't feel strange to you?" He asked her.

  "It only felt peculiar when you pulled away in fear." Eris informed him.

  "Huh..."

  "Stop doubting yourself, Germaine. These anxieties will not help you grow, they will only hold you back. And now, if you wish to keep to your thoughts, I will be going." She started to stand until the Drifter reached out with asp-like speed, grabbing her wrist and looking up at her.

  "Please, Eris, stay."

  Eris considered his plea for a moment, noting the way he called her by her true name, not by any nickname.

  She sat beside him once again.

  Another moment of silence later and the Drifter had slid closer to her, their legs touching as he leaned into her.

  Eris watched him with curiosity, her eyes studying his face. He looked less nervous than he had earlier, and Eris spotted a spark of confidence within his grey eyes. He sat there, motionless, letting a few seconds pass them by before he parted the space between them and kissed her again.

  Eris stayed still, letting him kiss her as she noted the way he had come in quicker this time, his touch carrying more confidence. He stayed there, unmoving, letting the sound of crickets chirping pass them by. And just when Eris was sure he'd pull away, he brought his palms to her cheeks and pulled her tear covered face closer.

  Eris would have allowed that moment to continue on for quiet some time had the Drifter kept his face against hers, but eventually he began to slowly pull away, his eyes opening to study Eris's own. Their faces were still close, his hands still holding her cheeks, their eyes searching one another through the moonlight. Then finally, the Drifter's lips began to twitch up in a smile, Eris's doing the same, and in another moment he leaned in and began kissing her again.

  The moment was calm and tranquil, their warmth being shared as their lips unified, the Drifter touching her with a courage that Eris had not felt in him ever before. They were happy.

  They countinued that way, joyously sharing enraptured kisses and growing in their love and tenderness for one another, for a while longer, the Moon remaining bright, sending it's gentle white illuminance down on the two figures sitting atop the rock.

  The Drifter's courage grew thanks to Eris Morn, and they both obtained joy through it, pressing their lips together again and again, relishing in the taste, touch, and warmth through the night.

Heyyy how about Eris scolding Luna because she is toying with the hive artifacts that is clearly to dangerous to hold. Luna answer back to her mother, Eris is surprised that her daughter could do this and became even more angry. Drifter arrived to stop the fight.

Note: Happy ending plss and make it a long story. Luna is 6 years old.

Thank you so much for the story request! Their lil daughter growing up so much already😭 Hope you love your story, it was fun to write!

Eris sighed, rolling over onto her back and staring up at the ceiling. Her body ached and her head was throbbing. She wanted to sleep, to rest until she felt better, but she knew she must get up soon. She scooted further into the soft blanket and puffy pillow, hoping a few more minutes of shut eye would do her some good.

  BEEP BEEP BEEP

  Eris slammed a fist down on the alarm clock that rested atop her bedside table, wincing as the pain sprung up anew inside her head from the sharp ring. She heard the Drifter move beside her, and she could feel his eyes studying her face.

  "You tired, Moondust?" He asked.

  "Yes." She replied. "I am sore and my head hurts."

  The Drifter's expression washed over with worry. "You sure you don't want me to take over watchin' Luna today? You've been working' a lot, you could use some time off."

  "No," she turned her head towards him. "Go, run Gambit. I can watch Luna. I will be fine, Germaine." Eris continued when the Drifter didn't look convinced.

  "Hmph. Alright, but I'm makin' you breakfast first."

  He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss, not giving her a chance to speak before he pulled the covers back and got out of bed. Eris lingered for a second longer, before accepting her fate, knowing she must step out from her comfort and prepare for the day ahead.

  *  *  *

  "Hey, Luna!" The Drifter called, rapping his knuckles against the door that led to their daughters bedroom. "Time to get up, kiddo!"

  He walked back into the kitchen, shaking the pan of eggs back and forth as he took it off the eye.

  "Cheese, cheese, cheese," he began singing under his breath, sprinkling more than a little bit of shredded cheese atop the scrambled eggs, watching the orange slivers melt against the fluffy yellow. 

  He divided the eggs between two plates and set a kettle atop an oven eye as Eris walked in the room.

  "Hey," he gave her a soft smile. "Got you some water heatin' up, too. Some tea might help that headache of yours, yeah?"

  "Yes, I suppose so." Eris replied, her voice low as she rubbed her temples. "Thank you. Where's Luna?"

  "I knocked on her door, she oughta be here any minute." He frowned, sliding the two plates onto the kitchen table as he peeked down the hall.

  "Luna!" Eris called, opening one of the cabinet doors and grabbing a bottle of advil. She took two before returning the bottle to it's place in the cabinet.

  "Don't forget to eat somethin, Moonlight, okay?" The Drifter leaned over and kissed her cheek, stroking her hair behind her ear. "I'm gonna head out. Call if you need anythin'."

  The sound of Luna's bedroom door opening, followed by the sound of running footsteps, came a moment later.

  "No runnin' in the house, Luna." The Drifter called from the front door. "I'm leavin', bye!"

  "Bye, daddy!" Luna yelled as she ran through the kitchen, running into Eris and wrapping her arms around her in a hug. "Hi, mommy."

  Eris gave a faint smile. "Hello, Luna." She stroked back her dark hair. "You have breakfast on the table. Come, eat."

  Luna gasped as she sat down, a smile on her face. "Is that cheese?"

  "Yes." Eris found herself amused by her daughters enthusiasm. "And eggs, as well."

  Luna began gobbling her food down immediately, taking the trait after her father. Meanwhile Eris ate her own food a moment later, slow and calm. 

  "Can I help you with work today?" Luna asked through a mouthful of eggs.

  "I will not be doing much anything interesting today." Eris replied. "And don't eat with food in your mouth."

  "But daddy does that." Luna pointed out after swallowing her food.

  "Yes, and I tell him to stop, too. But concerning your first question, I will be looking over old Hive books that the Vanguard have sent to me. I'm sure you'd be bored by it,"

  Eris scooted her chair back, finishing the last of her eggs and walking over to the sink to clean her plate with a soapy sponge. She rinsed it under the hot water, taking Luna's plate as she came up behind her.

  Steam began to shoot from the kettle, followed by a shrill and painful whistle, like a knife jabbing into Eris and causing her headache to triple the pain that it had been.

  "Please take the kettle off the stove, Luna, and set it atop the hot plate." Eris requested, grabbing a towel to dry her hands off with and closing her eyes in hopes that it would help lessen the pain. Luna obediently took the kettle by it's handle, setting it where Eris and told her.

  "Thank you. Now, go grab two mugs and a box of tea bags." Eris said, her headache slowly beginning to recede.

  Luna rushed off a second later, grabbing two mugs and setting them on the counter top before speeding back to the cabinet and grabbing a box of vanilla chai tea bags.

  "Are you okay?" Luna asked, setting the tea bags on the counter and looking up at Eris with big concerned eyes as Eris continued to massage her temples.

  "Yes," Eris forced a weak smile. "Go and retrieve the honey now, please. And do not run."

  She watched Luna force herself to walk over to the counter where the honey was kept, smiling a little in amusement before turning over to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of heavy cream.

  Once Luna had returned with the honey, Eris began to prepare the tea, pouring steaming water into each cup. Luna watched with intense curiosity, her eyes widening as the cream was poured, admiring the way it swirled and flowed through the tea seeped water, creating a beautiful display of mixing colors.

  "There's your tea," Eris stirred the cups and slid one to Luna, before turning to her own cup and taking a sip. "What will you be doing while I work? You could read a book in the room with me, or perhaps go to your room and play?"

  "I wanna play," Luna replied, already chugging down half her tea.

  "Alright. Then go play in your room once you have finished your tea. And should you need anything, just knock on my door."

  "Okay, mommy," she finished the last of her tea, hugged Eris, then rushed down the hall to her room.

  Eris leaned against the counter, drinking her tea and appreciating the silence of the next few minutes. She breathed in deep, the pain in her head continuing in a gentle throb.

  Finally she pushed herself away from the counter, her cup of tea in hand, and walked down the hallway to her work room. She entered, closing the door behind her before approaching the wooden desk where she frequently sat to pore over books.

  Atop the desk were the recently sent volumes the Vanguard had requested her to read and translate, should there be any information within them that would be useful to know.

  Eris suppressed a deep sigh as she sat, setting her warm mug of tea down and grabbing a pen so she could record her findings as she read through the first of many large books.

  She flipped page after page, scribbling note after note, not aware of the hours passing by, until eventually her eyelids began to fall uncontrollably.

  "I am so tired," she groaned to herself, rubbing her glowing eyes. "Perhaps I have the time for a quick nap..." and within the next few minutes, her face was pressed against the yellowed pages of the book, her eyes sunken into green slivers as her mind drifted off.

  She stayed that way for some time without interruption, not even being woken by Luna, who had forgotten to knock, opening the door to the room.

  "Mommy?" Luna walked up to Eris, gently poking her shoulder.

  When Eris remained asleep, she walked away with the intent of leaving the room. But before she could make it out the door, a glowing jar caught her eye.

  Her eyes grew wide with curiosity as she approached the shelf full of artifacts, observing the many strange items and curios that had been stored in variously sized jars. One was full of pickled Hive eyeballs, another filled with some sort of dark sludge, another with Hive claws stored in preservative liquid, along with dozens of other foreign and grotesque items along the shelf.

  Luna observed each jar, reaching out to brush her fingers along the cool dusty glass, until she finally came to a stop on a jar full of sharp Hive teeth. Luna took the jar in both hands, bringing it to her face. She stared in awe at the sharp tips and various sizes of the teeth, rotating the jar in her hands.

  But during one rotation, her fingers slipped, and the jar fell to the floor with a sharp crash, glass exploding in all directions.

  Eris was awake and standing in an instant, her expression full of fear as her eyes shot over to her daughter.

  "Luna!" She exclaimed. "Are you alright? What happened?"

  She rushed over to Luna and saw the teeth and shattered glass across the floor. Her headache sprung up in full force as she looked back at her daughter.

  "Luna. Answer me. Are you hurt?"

  "No, mommy." She answered, eyes downcast.

  "Were you playing in my artifacts?" Eris asked.

  "Yes." Luna replied, ashamed.

  "Even though both your father and I have given expressed orders to never touch these objects?" Eris could feel her anger rising as her daughter nodded. "And so you decided the rules did not apply to you?" When Luna remained silent she continued. "You could have been hurt! These artifacts are dangerous, and you know that! You can not just decide the rules do not apply to you just because you do not wish to obey!"

  "Maybe if you didn't have dangerous artifacts I wouldn't have to have stupid rules!" Luna snapped back, her small fists clenched as she looked up at Eris.

  Eris's face contorted with a mix of surprise and anger as she stared at the child in front of her.

  "I should be allowed to keep what I wish, and you should obey your mother and father!" Eris shouted, hating the way Luna flinched by her sudden heightened volume. "And since when have you decided to speak back to me? I thought we had raised you better than this, Luna. Your behavior has been shameful on numerous levels, and you will be punished- carefully step out of the glass and go to your room. Now."

  Luna opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a rap against the door. The Drifter entered soon after, eyes observing the scene nervously.

  "Germaine." Eris greeted, annoyance still thick in her voice. "What are you doing home so early?"   "Took a break, figured I'd come see y'all for a minute and grab somethin' to eat." He entered the room and eyed the mess on the floor. "What happened here?"

  "Our daughter decided that she would forgo our rule of not touching my artifacts." Eris breathed in deep. "I had fallen asleep, annoyingly enough... otherwise I could have stopped her."

  The Drifter frowned and looked at Luna, who had remained silent. "Luna, why'd you touch the artifacts when we told you not to?"

  "I don't know..."

  "No, Luna, answer me. Why?" The Drifter asked her again.

  Luna stared at the floor, tears now beginning to well in her eyes as she fumbled for the words to her answer. "I... I just thought they looked cool. And I really wanted to touch them..."

  She stepped carefully out of the mess of glass, wiping her tears away as she rushed over to Eris and hugged her tight.

  "I'm sorry for touching the artifacts, mommy." She buried her face in Eris's side.

  "And for talking back to me?" Eris prodded.

  Luna nodded. "And I'm sorry for talking back." She looked up at Eris. "Am I still gonna be punished?"

  Eris looked over at Drifter, one eyebrow raised in a question. He shrugged back at her.

  "I dunno..." he began, walking up to them. "I reckon she could help clean up the mess? Luna, go grab a plastic bag and a glass jar from the kitchen. And do not run, okay?"

  "Okay," Luna replied, carefully avoiding the glass and walking out the room.

  Eris sighed, turning towards the Drifter and resting her head against his neck.

  "Thank you... I'm glad you were here."

  "Yeah... your head still hurt?" He slowly rubbed a hand up and down her back.

  "Yes. Though not nearly so bad now with your aid during that situation."

  "I'll help Luna clean it up, too, don't worry." He pulled away as Luna entered, pressing his face against Eris's cheek before walking over to the area with the broken glass.

  Eris sat down as they cleaned up, her eyes tired and heavy, watching as they scraped up the glass and separated the teeth into a new jar.

  "C'mon, Luna, let's go wash our hands." Eris heard the Drifter say once they had finally finished cleaning the floor, the sound of footsteps receding following soon after.

  Eris sat there, her eyes closed. But before she fully fell asleep, she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder.

  She opened her eyes, and saw Luna standing in front of her, a mug of steaming liquid in her hands.

  "Tea will make you feel better." Luna said, handing Eris the cup.

  Eris took it, her lips twisting into a small smile as tears began to fill her eyes.

  "Thank you, Luna." She pulled her into a hug.

  "Do you feel better now?" Luna asked after Eris took a sip of the tea.

  "A little, yes."

  The Drifter entered the room, coming up to the desk and bending over to hug Eris from behind, Luna joining the hug a second later.

  "Thank you both," Eris said softly, returning her husband and daughters hug, and falling once again into a much needed nap.

Something Eido, with Uncle Germaine and Aunty Eris during their "we are a couple" phase?

Hehehe lol, this was super fun to write... Thanks so much for the request, hope you love it!!

Eido looked up from her data pad, the sound of voices outside tearing her away from her work. She was forced to squint as she stood and approached the doorway, the sun so bright compared to the room she had been doing research in for hours. She raised one of her four arms up to her face, shielding her quadruple glowing blue eyes.

  "Eido?" Came a gravelly voice from below.

  Eido blinked rapidly, uncovering her face and looking down at the bottom of the stairs to see the Drifter, Eris Morn beside him.

  "Oh! Drifter! Had I known you were coming I would have prepared some tea- please forgive me." Eido said as she rushed down the steps.

  The Drifter chuckled. "It's all good, Eido. I was just comin' over to show Eris around." He motioned beside him to Eris, who nodded her head towards Eido.

  "Eido. It has been some time, has it not?"

  "Yes..." Eido said somewhat warily. "Since your transformation into a Hive god, actually."

  "Indeed..."

  The Drifter sensed the unease in the air, and chuckled, trying to lighten the situation.

  "Risky move, yeah? But look, Eris is fine, and her transformation saved all our asses." He leaned over, wrapping his arm over her shoulders and pulling her into him. "Pretty spectacular, too."

  Eido narrowed her eyes at the both of them, noting the way Drifter looked at Eris with... admiration? Awe?

  Eris cleared her throat, pushing away from the Drifter, his cue to change the subject.

  "But yeah," he stared. "I actually dropped by to show Eris around. There's a couple places she ain't seen much of and I figured I'd give her the tour."

  "A tour?" Eido almost squealed with delight. "I'd happily show you both around if you would like,"

  The Drifter smiled. "We'd love that."

  Eido's eyes squinted upward in a smile as she turned. "Come along, we'll start at this side first."

  Eido walked forward, knowing Eris and Drifter were following by the close sound of two other footsteps. She smiled to herself as she began motioning to nearby building and structures, pointing out their use and necessity.

  Multiple times as Eido would begin speaking she'd look back at Eris and the Drifter. And those times she'd look back, she would often spot them walking very close, smiling softly, or even holding hands at one point. A human showing of affection, of course. But what did it mean, and to what extent? She pondered this as they continued.

  As she walked them by the garden, waving to the Eliksi in the distance who tended it, she looked back at the two she was touring. "It is nice, having another job other than poring over a data pad- not that I mind doing research!" She added. "It is just..."

  She stopped in her tracks, bringing a clawed finger up to her chin as she considered the words she was searching for.

  "Heh, it's just nice gettin' to take a break from somethin' every once in a while?" The Drifter finished for her. He countinued when Eido earnestly agreed. "Don't you worry, Eido, your aunty Eris and uncle Drifter are here to help you out."

  He smiled broadly, once again wrapping his arm over Eris's shoulders, apparently unaware of what he had just said. Both Eris and Eido stared at him, glowing green and blue eyes wide with surprise.

  "Wait..." Eido started, studying them both as if seeing them for the first time. "Aunt... and uncle?"

  "That is not what he-" Eris attempted, trying to dissolve the situation, but it was too late.

  "You two are together?" She asked, her eyes once again revealing she was smiling.

  "Uhh..." the Drifter's cheeks went pink. "That ain't exactly what I was sayin', what I meant was...." He trailed off, having no defense or disguise for his accidental slip up.

  Eris sighed, burying her face in her hands. "We had intended to keep that information confidential."

  "Oh, I see! Do not worry, I have no intentions to spread your secret." Her body language revealed a secret giddiness she was trying to suppress as she fought against the temptation to hop up and down. "Though I must admit, I was not expecting the two of you to partake in romantical affairs with one another!"

  Now they were both blushing.

  "Oh, is that the human sign for embarrassment?" She pointed a claw at both of their faces. "I apologize, I was not meaning to make either of you uncomfortable."

  The Drifter let out a forced chuckle. "Nah, nah. Your good, Eido. I, uh... Really shoulda thought that sentence through 'fore I said it."

  "Yes, you should have. But at this point our truth is known." Eris began. "And it would be greatly appreciated if you made sure that no news of this gets out, Eido."

  "Of course, your secret is safe with me."

  "Thank you," they both said in unison.

  Eido blinked happily as she turned away, walking forward.

  "Come, let us finish our tour. And then I will set on a kettle so that we may discuss this over tea!" She continued on energetically, one of her hands motioning forward.

  "Sorry," the Drifter whispered to Eris as Eido hummed on happily in front of them.

  "No harm no foul, I suppose." Eris replied with a small smile, shaking her head at him.

  He smiled back, grabbing her hand and intertwining their fingers, quietly laughing when Eido peeked back at them and curiously observed their hands.

  They continued on with their tour, happy amongst trusted company.

@ladyborealiswrites Thank you so much for the beautiful comment you left on your reblog of my Eris and Drifter kissy poll, I hope you will enjoy this story I wrote because of it XD

"You," Eris huffed, her breath warm against the Drifter's face as she she grabbed him by the collar of his coat, slamming him against the adjacent wall. "You insufferable, irksome, fetid Rat,"

  "Hah!" The Drifter kept his expression cool and composed as he stared into her glaring green eyes. "You think I'm annoyin', huh?"

  "You are annoying,"

  "You sure I'm the annoyin' one?" He raised an eyebrow. "Between the both of us, kinda seems like your the pain in the ass here, Moondust."

  Eris opened her mouth to respond, but then changed her mind and slammed her face against his, her mouth clinging to his own, kissing again and again. Suddenly the Drifter's sole focus was her lips, her love- he couldn't think about anything else, not with Eris kissing him the way she did.

  She kissed long and warm, shifting her mouth along his own with every passing second as he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, returning her kisses with the same level of passion and intensity.

  Finally they pulled away, gasping for breath while staring into one another's flushed faces.

  "As I said before," Eris finally spoke, regaining her composure. "You are the annoying one, Rat."

  "Yeah, well, you got plenty of your own problems," the Drifter said, smiling flirtatiously, eyebrows scrunched together. "But I gotta admit, kissin' ain't one of 'em."

  Eris scowled at him before leaning in for another long and sloppy kiss.

  "Do not attempt to flatter me." She growled out when they had parted.

  "Why not?" He smirked. "It's nice seein' you so riled up but still unable to pretend you don't love me."

  His voice was so teasing, so soft, his warm affection like dripping honey, slowing down her usual lightning quick train of thought.

  The Drifter put his mouth back against hers again and again, and Eris willingly allowed it, kissing him earnest and warmly in return, holding him close and admiring his courage and burning love.

  She knew he only had the same soft, tender hearted feelings for her in return. For no other reason would they let their barriers fall and their trust be shown in such clarity if anything other were the case.

  They continued on fervently, sharing sloppy, warm kisses and playful taunting comments.

What about a fic that's dramatic but has a happy ending? For instance Drifter is Marrying Eris and Ikora objects at the altar as they read the vows. It's more of a nice way than a mean way because she has worry for Eris, whose like a daughter to her, jumping into this! Eris explains how she loves him and Drifter says that he'll take good care of her and Ikora changes her mind.

Hehe awww 🥺such a cute idea, thank you so much for the request, here's you story!!

The Drifter sucked in a shaky breath, his hands were trembling and his eyes gleamed with excitement, hardly able to remain on one spot for long. He stood beside Eido, who held a large worn book in two of her four hands, wearing an expression of both eagerness and false confidence.

  "What do we wait for?" She asked, finally breaking the silence. "Where is she?

  "She said she was gettin' ready... but that was a little while ago." The Drifter glanced longingly down the spacious hall of the Derelict.

  "Should I go and find her?" Eido offered, extending a third hand.

  "Nah, nah, give her a few more minutes." He said, fighting the urge to pace due to his jumbling nerves.

  He brushed his hand down his suit for what had to be the millionth time. Normally he wouldn't care much about his outward appearance, but today? Today was special, and it needed to be prefect. He comped his fingers through his hair, fixed his bandana in place, and smoothed out his sleeves.

  "Drifter, I believe you are worrying too much," Eido said after watching him run his fingers through his hair again. "I do not believe she will be upset by your clothes being merely wrinkled."

  "No, I know, it's just..." he sighed. "Hey, it ain't like you don't look nervous."

  "Oh! Well, yes, I suppose it would be impossible not to be nervous in such a new and un-experience event." She wringed together the claws on her two free hands. "I just do not wish to make a mistake, I suppose..."   "Don't worry, your gonna do fine." The Drifter gave her a comforting smile before he returned his gaze to the empty hall, the room falling silent once again.

  Five more long, quiet minutes passed before a shower of green sparks erupted out from the middle of the room, Eris Morn emerging from them.

  She walked down the hall, a gentle smile on her lips, the hem of her brown dress flowing behind her, gleaming gold from the runic Hive symbols she had requested Eva Levante to add when she was designing the dress. Her hood was up, hiding all but a few soft whisps of dark hair. Her eyes here hidden under a blindfold, but this was a part of the ceremony, a part of Eris and Drifter's planning. They prepared in every way for this to be perfect, for it to be a beautiful wedding.

  Ikora followed close beside Eris, walking her up to the Drifter, a solemn expression upon her face.

  Eris and Drifter wanted a quiet wedding, with only one another, Ikora, because of her closeness with Eris, and Eido as a priest to bind them together. But they had only just told Ikora on the day of, knowing she would likely not approve of their union, but not wishing to leave her out nor give her the time to foil their marriage plans.

  Ikora stopped, watching Eris as she continued with quiet steps against metal floor to approach the Drifter until she was by his side, Eido in-between them.

  Eido cleared her throat, fumbling a little, but quickly regaining herself as she opened the book in her hands and flipped to a random page.

  "Are you all ready?" She asked, continuing when Eris and Drifter nodded. "Great, okay... right, Germaine, do you take Eris Morn to be your lawfully wedded wife, and to care for and love her in sickness and in health, for all the days of your life?"

  The Drifter smiled dreamily at Eris. "I-"

  "I object!" Came a firm strong voice, interrupting them before the vows could hardly even begin.

  They all jerked their head in the direction of the one who spoke, being met with worried brown eyes centered on Eris.

  "I can not let you do this, Eris." Ikora said, her voice loud and demanding obedience.

  Eris frowned, her face a mix on confusion and hurt. "What do you mean?"

  "I can not let you put your life in danger," She took a step forward. "This man, he has proved safe for now, but for how long? How long will he love you, be devoted to you?"

  "Ikora-"

  "I can not idly sit by and let you throw your life in danger, Eris. I have not said it as much as I ought... but you are like a daughter to me. I love you, and for that reason I must object to this union. I will not let him bind you down with marriage. I will not let you jump into something that could easily send you down a winding road of regret."

  "Ikora," Eris began, her gaze softening. "The Drifter and I... we have been dating for many years now, and have spent many a lengthy discussion on the topic of marriage. We are not rushing or jumping into anything." She paused. "I love him... I know you have never understood my affection for such a smelly, obnoxious rat," she gave the Drifter a warm smile. "But we see in different lights, Ikora. I see a kind and loving man in him, and that man is who I wish to tie my life to. I would trust him should my very being depend on it. We have not always felt this way for one another, no, but that is why we have waited so long for our marriage, we both wished to be sure of this before we committed to it." She breathed deep. "Ikora, I have asked for your trust before, and I once again ask for it now. Trust me. Trust my knowledge and my judgment."

  Ikora kept her eyes locked on Eris's own, her lips still in a tight frown.

  "And I'd just like to add," the Drifter began after a few seconds had passed. "I don't just love her, I respect her. I respect who she is, and I don't intend to change that after we're married,"

  Eris broke her stare with Ikora to look at the Drifter, her lips sliding into a smile. The way he spoke, with such a  conviction she had not often heard, saying so confidently 'after we're married,' as if he had no doubt their marriage would go through. It made her heart light, lighter than it had ever been before.

  "And I also know," the Drifter continued. "That she can take of herself, she don't need me... hell,  she proved that by walkin' outa the Hellmouth alive by herself! But whatever the case, I wanna be there for her, and I'm gonna do my best to love her and care for her with every fiber of my bein'. Hand to my heart, that's a promise." He brought his hand to his heart, not flinching away from Ikora's steely gaze as she looked from his to Eris and back to him.

  "I suppose..." she began, her words measured and careful. "If this union will bring Eris joy..."

  Her eyes locked back on Eris as Eris gave a nod in response.

  "He brings me joy."

  Ikora sighed, her shoulders dropping. "Then yes, you have my blessing." She looked to Eido who had been standing silently the whole time, curiously observing the entire situation. "I no longer object."

  "Wonderful!" Eido said, looking down at the book in her hands before remembering the script was in her head. "Right, as I was saying... Germaine, do you take Eris Morn to be your lawfully wedded wife, and to care for and love her in sickness and in health, for all the days of your life?"

  The Drifter smiled softly at Eris as he spoke. "I do."

  "And Eris, do you take the Drift- Germaine, to be your lawfully wedded husband, and to care for and love him in sickness and in health, for all the days of your life?"

  Eris returned the Drifter's smile. "I do."

  "Great! Then you may now kiss!" Eido said exuberantly.

  The Drifter smiled, reaching gentle fingers out to grab Eris's hand, slipping a ring with green crystals embedded along it onto her finger. Eris then slipped a black band with hive runes onto his finger, each ring a represention of the other person, a way to think of each other every time they looked down at their hands.

  The Drifter smiled at Eris before reaching out his hands to lift up her blindfold, taking it from her face and letting her true eyes shine as their lips came together in a soft and warm kiss.

  A hint of a smile threatened Ikora's lips as she observed how happy Eris seemed in the Drifter's arms, how happy she seemed to be while kissing him.

  Meanwhile Eido, who still stood behind them, observed them with curiosity, not yet used to human traditions.

  Eris pulled away, taking the Drifter's hand and offering him a joyous smile before turning her head towards Ikora. She was met in return with understanding brown eyes. She nodded, and Ikora nodded in return, smiling, happy to see Eris Morn finally find her joy.

That story request actually reminded me of this story I wrote late at night a while back lol... I just think these two deserve to get married and snuggle with one another 🥺

The dim light of the full moon poured through the shades into a room, accompanied by the green light from a luminous orb which lay on the bedside table. A ring lay beside the Ahamkara rock, another ring propped atop it, their little jewels gleaming in the light.

  On the bed, the Drifter sighed, his forehead coated with a thin layer of sweat, his arms shaking. Eris Morn turned over to face him, burying her arm underneath the pillow on her side of the bed.

  "You had a nightmare?" She asked.

  "Yeah, yeah... I'm alright, though." he offered her an unconvincing smile.

  "Mm." Eris pulled the covers higher around them. "Do you need anything? Tea, perhaps?"

  "Nah, just give me a little, I'm sure I'll fall back to sleep." He forced a light chuckle. "I mean, look, we're already in bed 'n everything." He turned over on his side. "Don't want us to have to get up again."

  "Indeed..."

  "I'm fine, Eris." He insisted. "Well, actually..."

  "Yes?" Eris prompted.

  "I mean, this might help me actually," he delved his face face into hers, stealing a kiss before leaning away again with a wide smile.

  Eris felt her lips quirk into a small smile. She crept closer, invading into the Drifter's part of the bed and far into his personal space, gently putting her face against his. She pulled away a moment later, watching the Drifter's face perk into a smile. A moment later the Drifter was atop her, putting his lips to hers again and again. His knees against her hips as his arms sanks into the pillows behind their heads, his lips clinging to her own, desperately yearning for the comfort and love that she offered.

  Eris felt herself smiling from under him, happily allowing every kiss as she wrapped her arms around him. She could taste sweat on the Drifter's lips and around his mouth, which only made her want to kiss him more. Finally after yet another kiss the Drifter pulled away, relaxing his hold on Eris.

  "Rat," Eris panted out, smiling. "Get off of me."

  He smiled and rolled off of her, laying on his side. "Thank you, Moonlight." He spoke softly, his eyes reflecting the green glow of Eris's.

  Eris rolled over, away from the Drifter, anticipating his next move. A second later she felt arms circle around her torso and legs tangle with her own. Then she felt warm breath against her cheek as the Drifter brought his face over her shoulder.

  "Pull the blanket over us." Was all Eris said as she nestled her face into the pillow.

  The Drifter did as she said, pulling the blanket over their shoulders, before he got himself back into position, nuzzling his face into the side of her neck, relishing the way her hair tickled his face.

  The Drifter tightened his arms around her, kissing her neck once, then twice, before settling comfortably against her, slowly drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

Forgiveness

The Drifter let out a raspy chuckle as he leaned against an old rusty railing, sorrow glinting in his grey eyes.

"What is wrong, Germaine?" Eris asked, turning to face him better.

They stood together on an old stone bridge in the wilderness of the EDZ. It had once likely been part of a nice walking park hundreds of years ago, but now the bridge was dilapidated and falling apart, though it still held strong enough to carry Eris Morn and the Drifter's weight above the shallow stream that flowed underneath. Smooth, round pebbles were nestled together at the bottom of the water, shining in the warbling reflection of the sun, which slowly sank beneath the horizon.

"I come out here sometimes, helps me think." Said the Drifter heaving a sigh as he swiped a small rock off the railing. "I've caused some people a lotta pain... You already know 'bout most of what I've done... how I gave some people final deaths." he brought his arm behind him, before jerking it forward again and flinging the rock into the stream, causing a ripple in the waters flowing surface.

Eris watched the water fall back into the stream just as quickly as it had shot up. She remained silent, waiting for the Drifter to continue.

"I wasn't always in my right mind... kinda started losing it after a while- which isn't an excuse. I still did what I did, even when I shouldn't of." He sighed again. "I 'spose I just wish I could fix things. Wish I could bring back all the people I hurt... the people whose blood are on my hands. But I know I can't. Some days it's harder to put in the back of my mind than others... hard to forget what I've done and just start over when I don't even know if they've forgiven me. And if they haven't, how can I forgive myself?"

He stared down into the clear water with sunken eyes. Eris met his gaze in the distorted reflection.

"We have all made mistakes, Germaine. I recall you once saying that what we do now matters more than who we were. This is a wise piece of truth, and one you must seek refuge in." She paused. "The Dark Ages, as you have said, were wild times. They were different times. People did not abide by the rules that we have enacted in this age, as you know. Light fought against Light, final deaths were given out and were not as uncommon as one would hope for them to have been. You have told me of times when you had been the one to deal the final deaths, but you did not speak with a sense of pride or indifference. This shows already, Germaine, you are no cruel monster."

Eris took a long pause, waiting for the Drifter to meet her gentle eyes. When he did, she continued.

"There is a Psalm we both know of, concerning the confession of sins, "So I admitted my sin to you; I didn't conceal my guilt. "I'll confess my sins to the Lord," is what I said. Then you removed the guilt of my sin."" I believe that in order for you to find true peace and the ability to forgive yourself, you must first confess your sins to one greater than either you or me, or any living person to be found in this world."

"How can anyone, no matter how great, forgive a murderer?" The Drifter asked solemnly. "That's one of the things that that Book says is a sin."

"Yes, but lying is a sin too, is it not? Do you believe that one lie will cast you into unforgiveness?"

"No," the Drifter replied, his brows crinkled in thought.

"No, and I do not believe that One so forgiving would forgive the sins of some, but not of others. Confess to Him, Germaine. I am sure that you will not only be forgiven, but will feel a great weight lifted from your back."

The Drifter nodded slowly. "Yeah... I will, Moonlight."

The Drifter chuckled again, lighter this time. The sun had sunk deeper, causing shadow to slowly envelop the forest.

"Thanks, Moonlight." The Drifter said at last, breaking the silence that had grown between them.

The Drifter then stuck out his hand, offering Eris to take it again. When Eris did he pulled them closer together.

They stood close together on the bridge long after the moon rose into the sky.

Story request!

Mara and Eris are on a mission together on Europa regarding the pyramids. They set up a camp where they could rest. While chilling into the fire, Mara ask Eris about her relationship with the Drifter. Eris was surprised but didn't show it, she wondered how her queen found out about it and if she thinks lesser of her because of her relationship with the Drifter. Mara knew Eris and tells her that it's okay she can tell her anything because they're friends. This warms her heart as Mara comforts her. Eris tells her the truth on how they got together. Deep inside Mara is happy that Eris has someone who loves her deeply.

Thank you so much for the request, here's your story! We really do need more lore between Eris and Mara... I've loved the idea of them being close friends, cause the way Mara respects Eris and tries to understand instead of judge is just so nice 🥺 And I think she would definitely try to understand why Eris feels the way she feels toward the Drifter, instead of just judging their relationship and being rude :))

The Queen of the Reef stood still, motionless, her hand outstretched and her eyes closed. She hovered her palm over the dark, smooth surface of the supposedly dormant Pyramid.

  When she had consulted Eris Morn earlier that day, she had said she would feel a 'presence' over the Pyramid if it were still awake. Still breathing. But Mara felt nothing. She felt nothing when it was in it's power, and she felt nothing now that it was asleep. She scrunched her eyes tighter as she pondered over this.

  A sudden gust of wind threw her off guard, causing her to jerk her arm back to try to redistribute her balance in an attempt to save herself from falling into the mound of snow behind her.

  "The winds here are both sudden and violent, as I am sure you have already noticed." Came a somewhat melancholy voice from beside her, along with a firm grasp along her arm.

  Mara straightened her back, returning her arm to her side and forcing her face in a nonchalant expression as she met the green glow of Eris's eyes, which were dulled out by the snowflakes still falling from the grey clouds above.

  "Eris Morn, I worried you would be late."

  "On the contrary, my queen," Eris inclined her head. "I am early."

  "Please, quit the theatrics, you should know they are no longer necessary." Mara said as she turned back to the dark, ominous, angled wall of the Pyramid. "You spoke of a feeling which would, as you said, resonate through the tips of your fingers and lay unrestingly in you mind when you bring your palm to the Pyramid. Why is it that even in the Pyramids prime, I have felt nothing?"

  Eris stepped forward, extending one of her hands, as Mara had done only a few minutes ago. She closed her eyes tight, searching for any feeling, any sign of the Pyramid's life.

  "It is perhaps your lack of having learnt to weild the Darkness that keeps you from the foreboding premonition of the Pyramid's dark still living existence," she begun, eyes still closed and palm still extended. "I have taken the Drifter on a similar mission as this, and when prompted, he told me of how he felt the Pyramid, how he felt it's life. It's... anger. It's desire for fallacious revenge." her features relaxed and her voice softened at this last part.

  Mara did not respond. Instead, she watched Eris, studying her expression and the way she elegantly swept her fingers through the air.

  "It is still awake, isn't it?" Mara asked when Eris jumped and let out a small gasp.

  "Indeed," Eris hovered her hand over a new spot. Then another, and another, until she finally pulled away and opened her eyes, the green faintly piercing through the white. "It is... awake. But only just. It has been defeated, and it knows this, so it flees into a dormant rest for the time being. I can feel it's anger, only in faint and fleeting wisps. But it is there, and if it were to be fully active, it's anger would know no bounds."

  Both of their expressions were grim as they locked eyes.

  "And what would you suggest for the future?" Mara asked, crossing her arms as another bitter cold breeze strolled by.

  "Currently, I am unsure of what alternative measure to take that has not yet been done. I must inform the Vanguard, of course. And the Guardian, too."

  "And I, my corsairs." Mara looked back at the everlasting Darkness of the Pyramid wall. "Come." She said curtly, walking away, trudging through the shin deep snow.

  Eris stared after her for a moment, confused, before rushing to her side.

  *  *  *

  The fire burned large and bright, it's orange blaze remaining mostly unseeable by enemy eyes through the thick snowflakes that swirled around them.

  Mara stood tall above the fire, her back aching from the cold, while Eris kneeled beside the warm flames and shifted the firewood with a piece of a metal pole that she had found in the nearby wreckage of the demolished snow coated buildings.

  Sparks flew into the sky, flicks of orange amongst the storm of white. Mara observed this, almost in awe at the unique beauty of the view as the orange faded in an instant. She kept her face tight and expressionless, turning her gaze from the sparks, to Eris Morn before forcing herself down to the snow beside her.

  "Have you and the Drifter been together long?" She asked, shifting to get into a more comfortable position.

  Suddenly the movement of Eris's hand over the flames stopped. She was shocked by the strange question, but made sure to keep her face expressionless and her eyes on the warm fire, just as quickly beginning to shift the wood again as she had stopped.

  How had Mara found out? Was her relationship with the Drifter truly that obvious? Or was her queen just that intuitive? But more importantly, would she think less of her? The respect of her queen was not something easily granted, and nor was it something she wished to part with.

  "Do not fear, Eris." Mara said when she remained silent. "You can tell me anything. We are friends, you and I. You know this, do you not?"

  Eris finally turned her face towards the Awoken queen, her eyes showing a rare amount of surprise at last. The beat of her heart calmed, and the warmth of it reverberated throughout her chest as she smiled an ever so slight smile, turning her head back to the fire.

  "The Drifter and I..." she began softly, but loud enough to be heard over the sudden wind. "Our relationship has not always been an easy one, as you already know. We were not fond of one another in the beginning, to say the least."

  She chuckled a single chuckle. But Mara noticed, and she realized the significance of such an action coming from Eris Morn.

  "But over the years we have grown a mutual respect, which from there grew into feelings of affection. I will not admit this to him, though I suspect he already knows, but it grew, and still grows, exceedingly difficult to refrain from calling him, even for the most menial of occurrences."  She smiled into the warm orange flames, tracing her hand through the air to gather a small collection of snowflakes along her palm and fingers. "Recently, the Drifter had begun to act timorous around me... shy, even. And as his timidicy grew, so did the awkwardness between our speakings, until one evening when he requested I meet him privately aboard the Derelict. From there, he began to confess his feelings. I would be lying if I said he expressed them easily, however. It took time... self convincing, I am sure... but eventually, he confessed how he felt, and rallied enough confidence to kiss me." She seemed to be reminiscing to herself, a small smile on her lips. "To answer your question, we have not been together particularly long. Merely a few months."

  "But you are happy?" Mara asked, watching Eris's expression closely.

  "Yes." She replied without hesitation. "Happier than I have been in quiet some time. Perhaps... happier than I have ever been before."

  Mara returned her blue eyes to the dancing orange and yellow of the flames in front of them. She was happy for her. Happy that Eris, one who had suffered and fought through so much, had finally found someone who would love her deeply in the way that she deserved.

  She smiled, offering Eris a rare moment of true openness as she brushed her fingers along her elbow.

  "I am glad you have found your joy." 

Mara offering Eris a space in the Dreaming City for her to give birth to her daughter. In the past few months Eris had a difficult pregnancy. Now the labor happened, Eris is having a difficult time to let out the baby, she has been sweating and in pain for hours. Mara is beside her through her labor. Eris is losing a lot of blood but the baby is born. The baby didn't cry which made them scared especially Eris. While the child is being revive Eris was also dying from blood loss so it took many efforts to save them both. They both survive. At the same time Drifter arrived at the scene, he is desperate to see them both but is in relief that they're both alive. Eris woke up hours later and held their baby. Drifter named her Luna. Eris love it. Eris also thank Mara for her help.

Hi hi, so sorry for how long this story took- this month has really been a doozy 🙃 But I hope it was worth the wait, and that you'll love your story! :)) And thank you so much for the request!

Light footsteps echoed through the quiet, long hallway, reverberating off the large crystal hewn walls and high ceiling which stood proudly, gleaming and reflecting every speck of light that hit them, their glorious colors of blue and purple shooting to the floor and across the room.

  Plants stood tall in their crystal vases, their earthy smell wafting through the room and bringing about a more welcoming air.

  Mara Sov walked beside Eris, watching her steps as they cautiously traversed across the long embroidered rug.

  "My people and I can spare one of the many rooms in the palace when the time comes for your birthing," She was saying. "It is the least we can do after all of the assistance you have offered over the years."

  "Thank you, my queen. That will be greatly appreciated." Eris responded with a small smile.

  "How have these last few months of your pregnancy effected you?" Mara asked, turning a caring eye towards Eris's tired face.

  "Poorly. It has been... difficult, to say the least. It was also quiet difficult persuading Germaine to allow me to come here alone." She smiled tiredly. "He worries much, especially as of late."

  "A perfect trait for your union, I would say." Mara smiled. "Given your history of battling risks head on."

  "Yes, I suppose so. It is... nice, having someone worry for me, but not to an excessive level."

  "I am sure it is." Mara gave a nod. "When is she due?"

  "In two weeks from today." Eris replied, unable keep the note of excitement out of her voice. Then suddenly she winced, bringing a hand up to her stomach.

  "What it is?" Mara asked, allowing her concern to show as she reached out to touch Eris's arm.

  "It is... probably nothing." She said, wincing again. "Ah..."

  "It does not appear to be nothing." Mara countered, stepping in front of Eris and looking her over. "Corsairs!" She suddenly yelled, and a mere moment later two corsairs were running swiftly down the hall towards them. Mara barked orders to prepare a room and gather the techeuns, but Eris heard none of this, her head was swimming.

  She was rushed down the hall, everything passing by in a blur of colors, and before she knew it she was in one of the many crystal rooms, laying down on a table, a pillow under her head. The large room was chaos, people were running to and fro, Mara was shouting out orders to everyone, while Eris was biting back screams and clutching Mara's hand painfully tight.

  "Should we inform the Drifter?" A corsair asked as she ran up to them.

  "No..." Eris strained out before Mara could reply. "No, don't... tell him. He will... worry. Wait until... until she is born."

  Mara nodded, looking to the corsair. "You heard her. Now go, aid the others!"

  The corsair nodded, rushing along with the others to prepare as Eris began to clutch the sides of the table, sweat forming on her face as she bit back a scream that would surely not stay down for long. Mara placed her cool fingers over Eris's hand.

  "My queen, what are our designated jobs?" Asked a corsair.

  "Tanya, I trust you most with this particular assignment." She said to a nearby techeun. "Gather whomever you need and prepare to deliver the baby."

  The aforementioned techeun nodded, swiftly calling together who she needed and taking her place by the lower half of Eris's body.

  "You are doing fine, Eris." Mara said with a forced smile, hoping it looked authentic.

  But even if the smile looked fake, Eris would hardly of cared. She was in too much pain to care. After everything she'd suffered through in the Hellmouth, all the pain she had survived over the many years... childbirth was fighting desperately for it's place at the top of most painful things she had ever experienced.

  Hours passed by that way, the techeuns and corsairs never losing focus for a minute. Mara Sov standing over an exhausted and sweat coated Eris, who continued to grip the table, occasionally letting out a scream, as she attempted to birth the baby.

  "My queen..." a corsair spoke softly, having been sent by Tanya to deliver a message for the queens ear only.

  "Yes?" Mara replied, diverting her attention from Eris's painstaken face.

  "She is losing much blood. Too much."

  "But is the child coming?"

  "We belive so, yes."

  "Have any medical remedies on standby, but wait until the child is born before you aid in the blood loss. We can not risk the baby's life. She would not want that." Mara turned back to Eris, who was apparently unaware of their conversation.

  The Corsair returned to the others. A few more long drawn out moments passed, Eris screaming out with clenched teeth, Mara's hand still over her own.

  "The child, she's coming!" One of the corsairs suddenly yelled out.

  The relief on Eris's face only lasted a moment before the pain kicked in anew. But finally, after what felt like many hours, though was only another twenty minutes, the child was born.

  The corsairs let out a cheer, basking in their celebration- until they realized the baby hadn't uttered a single cry as she should have done the moment she had been born. Then Eris went limp, her hands no longer gripping the table. She was so, so tired.

  "My queen, she has lost too much blood, and the baby, she does not look well. What should-"

  "Do what you must." Mara barked, jerking towards the corsairs and techeuns. "All of you, now! Do what you must to save her and the child!"

  "Mara...?" Came Eris's tired voice. "My child... where is she? Why is she not crying?"

  "My corsairs are aiding her as we speak, Eris. Do not worry on her, she will be fine."

  Mara was not one to make such promises that could easily be broken, with nothing she could do to stop it. But she had to. Eris Morn's life was on the line, and she needed any comfort she could get.

  "Mara...?" Eris breathed out after another few minutes, still limp.

  "Yes?"

  "Am... I dying...?"

  "No, Eris-"

  "I feel... so exhausted... so tired..." she breathed out in a hoarse breath. "Please, my queen, do not lie to me."

  "You have merely had a difficult birthing, that is all. You will be better soon. You just need rest,"

  Another promise that may not come true. Eris Morn had lost too much blood, the corsairs were doing all that they could to heal her, but there was no guarantee for her survival. Mara knew this, and as she watched the green of Eris's eyes recede into thin lines, her dread began to grow.

  *  *  *

  The Drifter transmatted down from his ship faster than he ever had before, having commanded his Ghost to locate Eris, she was found in the Dreaming City, her heart rate weak. The Drifter's own beat quick and loud in his ears, his mind racing as he sped across the ground, running inside the Dreaming City castle and down the many long and winding halls until he spotted an Awoken corsair, who was guarding a large closed doorway. He approached the door, panting and out of breath.

  "Where's Eris?" He forced out with labored breathing. "Is she in here?"

  "You are her husband?" The corsair confirmed. "You can not enter currently."

  "Why the hell not?" He was so scared, he could have screamed at her- but he stopped himself, and instead forced himself to calmly ask, "Why can't I go to her?"

  "She has birthed the child, but she has lost too much blood. She is being treated for the best she can, and the child is being revived. I understand your worry, but the queen and her people need to focus, and you will merely distract them."

  "But they're alive?" He asked.

  "Yes. Both are alive currently."

  The Drifter let out a shaky breath of relief, and lowered down to the floor to sit.

  *  *  *

  Eris's eyes fluttered open, the glowing green slits growing wider. She blinked rapidly, tilting her head, trying to make out her surroundings.

  "Eris?" Came a nearby voice. That voice was so familiar... who was that?

   Her eyes searched the room until they found a loving face, a face that melted her heart. The Drifter smiled warmly, walking up to her with gentle steps, holding a bundled up figure with a little face peeking out in his arms.

  "How're you feelin'?" He asked softly, stepping closer.

  Eris gave a weak smile. "Better. She... she survived?"

  "Yep, our little Luna made it," he lowered their daughter into her waiting arms. "She's a fighter, just like you."

  "Luna?" Eris questioned, looking up at the Drifter.

  "Oh, yeah. The name just kinda came to me, when I saw her." He explained.

  Eris smiled down at the baby. "It is a wonderful name. Little Luna..."

  "I am quiet happy to see both you and your child alive." Came Mara's voice as she approached the table.

  "Mara. I thank you dearly for you assistance. I am not sure I could have survived this birthing without the aid of you and your people. Thank you."

  Mara smiled. "It is my pleasure to help you, Eris. I am just glad to see you and your child well."

  She looked to Drifter, and gave a curt nod. He inclined his head to her in gratitude.

  "I will leave you two for now," Mara continued. "Should you require anything at all, merely call for one of my corsairs."

  "Yes my queen, thank you." Eris said as Mara left. Then she looked down at Luna, smiling. She was so tired... but also quiet overjoyed.

  "I'm glad your both okay," the Drifter whispered in her ear before kissing the side of her head. Then he pulled away.

  The little baby slept peacefully as Eris Morn and the Drifter looked down on her with loving affection.

Story request

Drifter and Eris' reaction to the recordings of Chioma Esi regarding the veil and Maya Sundaresh. They're listening to the whole "veil containment" in the destiny 2 story line. I want to see their rection regarding the relationship of Chioma and Maya and how it was destroyed because they discovered the veil and Maya's obsession with it.

Thank you so much for the story request! It was a blast to write, and I hope you love it! :))

"Chioma Esi, research log: the veil. She did it! Maya connected people to the veil. Our own scientist's. And they survived."

  The recording of Chioma Esi's research log echoed throughout the room, bouncing off of the massive fish tanks teeming with life, and through the rows of plants which grew on the opposite wall, filling the silence of the large room within the H.E.L.M.

  The Drifter leaned against a sturdy railing, the circular frame of the portal which led to Ahsa's quarters standing firm behind him as he absent-mindedly flipped a jade coin through the air, sending a high pitching ding! through the room every few seconds. Eris Morn stood opposite to the holoprojector between them, which the Drifter adjusted to have play the veil containment logs, her expression forlorn as she stared down at the small glowing screen.

  "I should be happy, but… happy that all this horror wasn’t for nothing? But I’m not. I’m disgusted. In myself. In Maya. In all of us. This thing, the Veil. It’s… it’s some kind of web of consciousness. Just like the Vex network, but organic instead of artificial. It makes sense why the Vex want it. Paracausal simulations? There’d be no stopping them. I should be happy. To-to be a part of history, to solve a cosmic riddle. Happy for Maya; happy for all of us. But I’m not. I don’t feel anything. Maya is gone. The woman I knew… may as well have died when we landed on Neptune. But her ghost still haunts me… this place. I don’t know what to do. There’s a generation of children born here now. This is their home. [sighs] I don’t know what to do."

  The recording clicked off. They still had four more messages to listen to, but instead of tapping the button that would continue them, Eris walked over to the circular glass tank that sat in the center of the room, stretching from the floor to the ceiling. She watched the strange fish as they leisurely swam about, unaware of the dangers that constantly surrounded all life.

  The Drifter came up beside her a moment later.

  "Somethin' on your mind?"

  "As we have both ascertained, Maya Sundaresh was obsessive. Obsessive over the wish to gain knowledge." She watched a large frog hop through the water. "I have already heard these messages before, and I know how this ends. She could have been happy had she chosen to walk away from the veil. But she didn't... She is found dead sometime later, having allowed her obsession to drive her every thought and action, and in return it took her very life."

  The Drifter watched her, remaining silent and listening.

  "Some believe me to be obsessed with the Hive, Zavala has even called me such in the past." She turned toward the Drifter. "I wish for your thoughts on my tactics. Do I overpreocupy my time and energy on these vile creatures? Do you believe I stave myself my chances of happiness?" Her eyes locked on his, pleading for an answer. For his honesty. "You know how dire the outcome was for Dr. Sundaresh. She lost her life, refusing to be happy with what she had, with who she had... you know how important honesty is in this situation, and I urge you to be blatantly, even painfully honest if that is what is required." Eris watched him expectantly as he turned his face towards the glass, observing a school of little fish swim by, his eyes glazed over in deep thought.

  Minutes went by like that, the only sound in the room being their soft breathing, the sounds of the rippling water, and the gentle hum of the portal behind them.

  "Callin' you obsessed would be like callin' Zavala or Ikora obsessed with the Vanguard." He began, tapping his fingers along the flat surface in front of them. "All 'o you are real serious 'bout your work, you're work just happens to concern a crazy race of aliens that've killed hell of a lot of people. Now, maybe you're impassioned about the Hive, about your work... but obsessed? Nah." He turned to her. "The only thing that would be gettin' in the way of your chances of happiness is just you bein' too busy savin' the world. Heh."

  "I would make time for you. I always have."

  The Drifter smiled, arching an eyebrow. "I make you happy?"

  "Do not pretend you did not already know that." Eris turned back to the fish.

  "Heh..." The Drifter slid his hand along her arm. "But back to what we were talkin' about before. Chioma said Maya may as well of been dead when they got to Neptune... she lost herself. You ain't never done that, Moondust. You've never lost yourself, not even when you became a Hive god." He paused a moment before continuing. "Sundaresh had a chance to be happy... but in the end, she chose her work. You and her ain't the same... you're a hard worker, but you still choose to be happy, to focus on the people you got around you." He chuckled. "And in the end, that makes all the difference."

  Eris watched the Drifter's expression in the reflection of the glass, noting the way he smiled warmly at her.

  A few thoughtful minutes of silence passed before Eris finally spoke.

  "Thank you." She smiled ever so slightly. "Your words have offered me comfort."

  "Glad to hear it. You've always done the same for me." He reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing it.

  "Do you wish to continue our research?" Eris asked, watching a bioluminescent multi-colored fish swim past, it's long fins flapping behind it.

  "Yeah, in a minute. I'd like to research somethin' else real quick," the Drifter replied.

  Eris turned toward him. "Indeed? What?"

  He smiled, reaching out with his free hand to touch her cheek, the dark tears flowing across his fingers. And in half a second, his face was to hers, his lips gingerly kissing her own.

  "Heh! Just wanted to research what it was like to kiss a once Hive gods face." He replied when they pulled away, a triumphant smile across his lips.

  He luaghed as Eris shook her head, failing to fight off her smile.

  "You are insufferable. Come, we have more messages to listen to."

  They returned to holoprojector and continued their work, hearts lighter with the comfort of one another's words.

Scars

"Drifter? What are you doing here?"

  Eris opened the door of her apartment wider, admitting a wet haired Drifter inside.

  Eris wore her usual robes, but without the armor on top, maling her look somewhat more tranquil. Her hood rested over her head, concealing most of her dark hair save for a few wisps that hung around her eyes, the glowing green of her concealed pupils studying the Drifter as he entered.

  "You walked here through the rain?" She asked, noting the drops of water weighing his hair down and sparkling in his beard.

  "Yeah, uhh," he ran his hand through his hair, slicking it back. "I just happened to be in the area, so I figured I'd drop by."

  "You just happened to be in the area?" Eris asked, eyeing him with suspicion.

  "Yeah... hey, you got somethin' cookin'?" He asked suddenly, sliding past Eris and walking into the small cramped kitchen.

  "It is only instant ramen." Eris told him, pushing by him to stir the noodles bubbling in the pot on the single stove eye.

  "Instant ramen, huh?"

  "It is what I had lying in my cupboard, and I am not in the mood to go out in the rain to buy freshly made ramen."

  The Drifter shrugged. "Reckon I hear that. You can't say no to a good 'ol pack of instant ramen. Anyway, I'll leave you to your dinner, Moondust. Just wanted to drop by 'n say hello."

  He shot her a grin, sliding a hand along her arm before turning back to the front door.

  "Wait." Eris said just as his hand began to twist the doorknob.

  "Yeah?" He smirked. "You miss me already?"

  Eris looked down at the boiling noodles, then back at the Drifter. "Will you stay for dinner? I can put in another pack of noodles."

  The Drifter began to smile, but then stopped himself to ask, "you sure, Moondust?"

  "Yes. Stay. I wish for your company."

  And with those words she left the room, returning a minute later with a towel and another pack of noodles.

  "This is for your hair." She said as she handed him the hand drying towel, then put the square of hard wavy ramen into the boiling pot.

  The Drifter slipped off his bandana, letting it slide up his arm as he briskly massaged the towel around his head and through his hair.

  By the time he had his hair mostly dried, the noodles had been put into bowls, a sliced egg on the side of each.

  The Drifter set the towel down and slipped off his gloves, accepting the bowl and chopsticks that Eris held out for him, his forehead still bare.

  "Come, we may sit in here." Eris guided him to a nearby room, her own bowl of food in hand.

  It was cramped, just as the kitchen was. The room contained a bookshelf overflowing with books, a coffee table that was covered in many old and large volumes along with yellowed papers, and an old faded sofa.

  Eris sat on one end of the sofa while the Drifter sat on the other, both eating their dinner in silence, merely enjoying the sodium rich noodles and one another's company.

  The Drifter cleared his throat, having finished off the last of his food. "Thanks for the ramen, Moondust."

  "You could have made for yourself something far more appetizing and flavorful aboard your Derelict, I am sure." Eris pointed out, finishing the last of her ramen.

  "Eh, I'd rather eat pre-packaged food with you then somethin' else up on the Derelict alone." He offered her a genuine smile, his hair still a mess from when he had dried it earlier.

  Eris let out a chuckle.

  "What's funny?"

  "Your hair. It is a mess, quiet unusual from how it typically is."

  The Drifter began running his fingers through his mussed hair, trying to make it somewhat decent. Eris laughed this time, scooting across the sofa to sit beside him.

  "Here, look at me." She began to slide her nimble and calloused fingers along his scalp, smoothing out his hair the best she could.

  "This is why you are always wearing that bandana, is it not? So that your hair will not fall in front of your face?" She asked with an amused smile, brushing her fingers along the hair that had fallen over his forehead.

  "Don't mock me," the Drifter replied, grabbing his bandana.

  "No- wait," Eris interrupted him before he could slide it back on. "I like you without it."

  The Drifter opened his mouth, as if to give her some kind of clever comeback, but found he had nothing. He chuckled, turning his face away to hide his flushed cheeks.

  "It is curious," Eris finally began after a moment of awkward silence.

  "What?" The Drifter asked, meeting her gaze once again.

  "Curious that you, a weilder of the Light, bear scars across your cheeks. Why?" She asked with genuine curiosity, her eyes studying the jagged scars.

  "Oh, heh," he brought a hand up to run along one of his cheeks. "Honestly? I ain't gotta clue. Had 'em when I was rezzed." He shrugged. "Guess it's just somethin' from my old life."

  "Interesting." Eris reached out a hand. "May I?"

  The Drifter looked at her hand, then back at her with eyes full of trust. "Sure,"

  Eris brought her hand to his face, noting the way he eagerly leaned into her touch as she started at the tip of his scar and slid her finger down along it, taking in the difference of feeling between the smoothness of his skin, and the roughness of his beard.

  "You recall during when we had discovered a seed of the Tree of Silver Wings?" Eris asked, trailing down another scar.

  "Yeah. What about it?"

  "During that time when I was with the seed beneath Io, I had been attacked. Merely by a Hive's claw, but it left me injured for some time."

  "Yeah, I remember seein' you limpin' around." The Drifter said.

  "Indeed. My leg, healed, of course, but the mark remained."

  "Yeah?"

  "Yes."

  "May I?" The Drifter asked, taking his face from her palm, his gaze lingering on her knee before returning back to her regardful eyes.

  Without a word, Eris brought her hands to the bottom of her right pant leg, rolling it up with brisk neatness, the Drifter watching intently.

  She rolled it up to just above her knee, allowing the Drifter to view the scar that ran along the curve of bone and down her shin. She watched his trembling hand come closer, closer, until the tips of his fingers met gently with the pale cool skin of her scar.

  He slowly trailed his hand down the scar, studying it with an observant eye.

  "You probably got plenty more scars, huh?"

  "Quiet a few many. They trail down my arms, tear through my legs. Many have made their home across my own face," she brought a hand up to slide down the side of her face, over the blindfold. "They will forever huant me with nightmares of the past, of times that will never be forgotten. Of the dark, deafening caves of the Hellmouth, the putrid odor of the Hive, of bodies falling and rotting. The sounds as they hunted me through the everwinding darkness. Those days are unforgettable, as are the scars that have followed. Perhaps... one day I may show them to you."

  "I'd like that." The Drifter replied, meeting her eyes with a strange and rare intensity.

  "Then indeed," Eris nodded. "I will show them to you. One day."