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singularityderp2011-02-15 10:59 pm
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EVERYTHING TAKES YOU BACK
the song drabble meme
It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!
- reference our previous meme if you're still confused
this is such a fun song but so depressing too? why are all my songs depressing sflkas
York's exhausted.
It takes more effort than he would like to push himself to his feet in the stillness of the room, whitewashed walls and beeping machines, a splash of gold against the equally white sheets.
She's been comatose for a week, now, her AI confiscated for "safety," though York has the sick feeling they've been deleted. The attempt was a failure- having AI that were so unstable likely wasn't necessary. Knowing Chi and Psi were gone was just as depressing as knowing that the odds of Merry waking up were next to none.
York leans in, kisses her forehead just once, making sure she's covered up entirely, smoothing back her blonde hair, and leaves the room, heading silently for his own. The alert comes in halfway there- they're being sent out again. He brushes past Montana without a second thought, ducking into his room, locking the door, reaching for Delta's chip to slide him home.
Instantly, everything stops feeling so sharp, so intense. It doesn't stop hurting, of course, but Delta being in his head means everything eases, as the AI spreads out over his consciousness, seeps into all the little cracks and makes him relax.
I know.
He knows Delta's still learning the nuances of human emotion, so the low, harsh ache doesn't quite make a lot of sense-- they've only been together a few months, and Delta's still getting acclimated to the overwhelming rush of emotions that feed through to him with each new event. Carolina's accident had brought with it a whole slew of information and things to process that he was still working on, trying to figure out why York ached this much when the woman was still alive. Delta's attempts at processing make it easier not to think about it, though; York can focus on getting his armor on, explaining with just a short push of the memory of the orders he'd gotten, rather than verbally.
Delta asks dubiously, pausing some of the sub-processes to focus on York as the man keeps putting on pieces of his armor. Even he can detect the loneliness, the guilt that came with the idea that if I'd been stronger, faster, paying more attention, that hit wouldn't have knocked Carolina out and she wouldn't be laying in that bed in a coma.
Idly, Delta starts to press numbers at him (statistics, his own ranking, the speed and just how impossible it would have been for him to have known that grenade was going to go off, and that Carolina'd be right there) but York throws up mental blocks so hard and fast that Delta just sits there a moment, before going back to his analyzing.
Sometimes, Delta, I don't need a rundown like that, okay? York mumbles, as kindly as he can manage right then, and feels Delta latch on to everything right then, trying to make sense of it all- why York's upset, why it so intensely shitty to know there's nothing he can do about the girl in the hospital bed.
, Delta says finally, working on understanding why it is that York's reacting like he is, even if he's fairly sure it's impossible to do.
It's fine. We've gotta job to do. You good?
"Let's go, then," York says out-loud, the words inaudible with his helmet on, and steps out the door.
idk man all my delta prompts were depressing
so tragic ;;
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