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Lakshmi: I see you as a friend Guardian-
YW: AND I SEE YOU AS A B*TCH-
*RELOADS SHOTGUN WITH MALICIOUS INTENT*
Bonus gif found on my friend's Discord server:
I can just imagine a scenario between my YW and Lakshmi just being full of either subtle threats or *So much as mock a friend in front of me and I'll knock your head 360° like your neck is on a swivel*
One day YW is chilling in the Eliksni Wing of the HELM and is doing little puppet shows for the baby Eliksni. The puppets are made of Stasis Ice and it's pretty safe in general. Zavala and Ikora, even a little Crow being waddled around by YW as the babies giggle in glee.
Lakshmi walks in, intent on trying to convert the YW to her side, maybe to get her desired outcome for her prediction, and sees the puppet show. She stops at the railing and sees a discarded ice puppet, with a head slightly resembling her own. Lakshmi resolves to come back later.
Later, the YW is chilling in the HELM, by the table. All is calm, and then Lakshmi walks in. YW is leaning against the railing at the end looking over the city, slightly fumbling with something in their hands. Lakshmi makes it to the table and leans against it and open hers mouth.
That was a mistake.
YW immediately turns around, the yarn instead of ice puppet dropping from their hands and their hands instead grasping onto Lakshmi's collar of her robes. YW, being a Guardian, is naturally taller than Lightless Civilians, so they look menacing glaring down at Lakshmi.
YW huffs and sets her down, and retrieves the abandoned doll.
Lakshmi opens her mouth once again. "Guardian, I understand your hatred-" She stops as she noticed the doll is a little version of herself, two needles protruding from it. One in the center of the forehead, another through the heart.
YW walks towards Lakshmi and drops the doll on the table beside her, they take one step towards her and she takes one step back.
When the YW speaks, everyone listens. They rarely speak, the only ones to hear their voice are close friends. The Speaker, Zavala, Ikora, Mithrax, Crow... And Cayde-6. Their voice is usually full of resolve and is unwavering.
But if you were on the other end of it, being threatened by it, is another thing. It is cold and sharp, the resolve feeling like knifes against skin, the unwavering sending shivers down your spine. Being spoken to like this, make sure you hope someone prays that the Traveler has mercy on you, because the YW will not.
Their voice makes Lakshmi flinch in terror, her body trembling, of course she tries to repress it, but she can't help herself.
The YW, slayer of gods and kings, the doer of things impossible, is terrifying when they're angry.
Lakshmi flinches again, of course, even Uldren Sov knows this anger, he and his Barons were on the other end of it, and none survived.
YW speaks. "Lay your hands on the Eliksni with the intent to harm, and no one, not even your silly predictions, will save you from my wrath." Their voice is cold, a voice of a veteran, a chilling tone of too many horrors seen and done.
Lakshmi never returned to the HELM after that.
YW at Crow, signing: Oh dear, oh dear, gorgeous
YW years ago at Uldren about the Black Garden: You f*cking *unintelligible curse words*
(Another fanfic I guess. Work is boring. Using a Warlock Young Wolf because... I guess because I main one? That and describing robes in fics are like serotonin injected straight into my brain. YW will be using they/them pronouns, if any typos then I'm an idiot)
{In which the Witch Queen wonders about the other's silence}
The Young Wolf is content in their small hideaway within Mara Sov's Chambers. She isn't there yet from her meeting with whomever, so that gives the Guardian a place of silence to contemplate. But of course, there was one small issue.
"Hello Young Wolf." Savathun's drawl traced over the Guardian's head, threatening to scalp the outer layer of their mind.
The Guardian huffed.
This seems to surprise the Witch Queen, why it did, the Young Wolf didn't seem to care. The Witch Queen notes their posture. Cradled within a corner, watching the portal, twiddling their fingers. Hmm. Guardians are hardwired for combat, so one's fingers would naturally-
The Guardian stands. Their robes flow as they moved forward, and stand in front of the gates. Their small light, their Ghost emerges. Immediately the Guardian grabs their Ghost, who yelps out a "Hey!?" before being transmatted to wherever they go when they hide.
"You need not be so wary, Guardian. While I am encased within this prison, your Ghost is safe, not that I had the intention of harming them in the first place." Savathun whispers to the Guardian, who only gave a shrug in response.
There it is again, another gesture, another without a word. Savathun has heard them speak, but not directly to them, the Witch Queen. How can she bend and manipulate another, when they would not converse? Their silence is palpable and reeks of... of... Guilt? One of the most powerful creatures she has ever come across, possibly one of the closest in terms of the Final Shape, and it feels guilt? A stench of regret, a smear of wishing! Wishing what? Wishing to do more? What could this walking puppet of death and Light wish they could do, when they could do anything they so desired with their Light?
"Stop." A voice speaks, rough with edge. Of a veteran, of someone not so easily fooled.
Savathun's emotion surges, she feels her worm claw at it, but she tamps it down. The Guardian spoke to her! But about what? What do they mean stop?
A grunt could be heard from beneath the carapace helm of the Guardian, and Savathun looks more properly. Her thinking has flooded the room with her thoughts, and it seems to antagonize the Guardian.
From the swirling mist of her thoughts, a figure rose. The Guardian readied their weapon, a sleek white and black hand cannon. The shape completely solidifies, and the Guardian nearly drops their weapon out of surprise.
They choke out a word, a name, in their horror. "Cayde?"
Savathun mentally leans forward, a contemplative grin lacing her lips. She wills the green mist to dissipate.
The mist and the figure borne from it disappear leaving the Guardian to think for a moment before holstering their weapon and turning towards the portal.
Before they stepped through the Guardian calls in a angry voice, their robes whistling in furious undulation. "That was a foul trick. Be wary, O Witch Queen. For I know what tricks you may play."
The Witch Queen's eyes all narrow. What? What could they possibly talking about?
At that moment, Mara Sov enters the chambers, the Techeuns appearing shortly after. They sense the hostile aura and turn to the Guardian who has stepped aside to allow Mara Sov through.
Mara Sov gazes at the Guardian's helmet, aimed at the Witch Queen. It does not help that their aura betrays their intent. If the Witch Queen makes a wrong move before they stepped out, they would destroy the Witch Queen, prison, flesh and bone. All of it.
Stasis crackles around the Guardian's fingertips. Before disappearing away. They step through the portal, and are seen no more.
Mara Sov turns to Savathun and asks. "What was that all about?"
"A misunderstanding." Savathun lies easily through her teeth. She had gained an understanding.
Now. Who is 'Cayde?'
Stages of Grief: The Guardian, The Young Wolf
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Denial:
A gun was laid down beside the Hunter Vanguard, a rasping chilling realization fogging up their lungs, their arms rapidly pulling out their Ghost. Their Ghost claims he couldn't do anything, Cayde coughs.
"Tell them... That the Vanguard... Was the best bet I ever... Lost..."
Words that shattered them.
Isolation:
The body of the Hunter Vanguard lays beneath a wreath, emblazoned with a symbol of the Vanguard, the Hunter Vanguard's friends weep. One vows vengeance, the other stops her. A voice speaks, it is them.
"You won't have to. Uldren Sov... is mine."
And the Guardian leaves to the stairs.
Anger:
They pick up the weapon, Cayde's weapon. Not the bastard Sov's. They aim it at Uldren Sov, contempt in their eyes, Petra with her pistol. Ghost quivers out an objection, they are silenced.
"Everything I did, I did for her."
The Guardian closes their eyes, and the trigger is pulled.
Bargaining:
The Prophet doomed, he calls the Guardian to his aid, as he is about to be struck, he is saved, by the Crow. Time may lessen pain, but guilt hollows them as they hold the Hawkmoon once again. The Crow freed, the Guardian speaks.
"Because you're a Guardian."
And the two flee with Osiris[Savathun] to the Last Safe City.
Depression:
Battlegrounds covered in bloody ichor of enemies, the Elikani shuttled to the Last Safe City for shelter. A queen returns with arrogance in stride. The Guardian can barely catch their breath, watching as Crow learns the ropes, pulled along by Osiris[Savathun]. The Crow wishes to help, but is forbidden. Something grasps the Vanguard on the matters of Crow, but is it Fear, Vengeance, or Protective resolve?
"Our past lives aren't supposed to matter. I'm beginning to wonder why I'm the only Guardian being judged by mine."
The Guardian can only watch as Crow's hand touches Savathun's crystal prison, and he recoils.
Acceptance:
The Guardian, though having avenged Cayde, soldiers on. The Light in one hand, Dark in the other, these powers merely tools, not morals, to use in the fight against their enemies. But they wonder. Crow is not an enemy, but a friend. When he gained those dreadful memories of Uldren Sov, had any good memories been tucked in? Or had he been shown only Darkness?