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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
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436 | Regina Spektor | Blue Lips + Carter&Anyone
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Kat’s body weighs more than a thousand pounds in his arms, he thinks. At least, that’s how it feels; dead weight always feels more heavy than anything else, all things considered. It should be something that he’s used to, but he really isn’t, not when it’s members of his team he’s carrying away from battles they’ve won, but lost. The others get in the first Pelican, though Emile hops out and switches abruptly; Carter realizes why a moment later as the other Spartan helps get Kat’s limp body up and into the vehicle, without smacking her head or arms against things.
He doesn’t thank the rifleman; there’s a faint nod, and Carter wordlessly sets Kat down, a clear space in the back of the Pelican that is meant for weapons and ammunition, but it’s all they have. Her hands get folded over her stomach, and he arranges her with as much care as he can, knowing it’ll be a long flight. When he finally settles in the chair, Emile reaches out and holds his shoulder for a long moment, before both of them turn, focusing on what’s going past them out the window. Nearly three days of no sleeping finally catches up, and Carter falls asleep, leaning against the window, relieved to not have to look at the mess of glassed earth and ruined city.
Dot’s voice is loud in his ear, but he’s blocking it out, focusing on piloting, rather than making the AI happy. She’s demanding he seek medical attention, but even he can feel the wetness seeping into his basesuit, letting him know that no, medical attention isn’t going to fix massive amounts of internal bleeding.
Carter coughs wetly, blood spattering across the windshield and he wipes it off as best as he can, lifting them so Emile can have better aim at the Banshees following them. The biofoam keeps anything from hurting too badly-- it’s all mostly numb at this point, feeling like he’s moving through fifty pounds of syrup, body too heavy for the armor he’s wearing.
“Boss,” Emile says, just once, and Carter shakes his head, hearing Emile load another round into his gun to fire it. That’s all it takes- just one word, and Emile understands, even if he doesn’t like it. This isn’t exactly how he wanted things to go, but there’s not a lot of options, and Carter would rather see them get it done. They can’t save Reach, not this time around. They can always rebuild it later, but it’s lost, Carter knows that, just like Kat had, days ago.
It gets harder and harder to focus as time goes on, until finally, he knows what he needs to do. It’s only a matter of a few switches flipped, before the Pelican is on a crash course. He’s not going to survive- if he wasn’t so injured, he might have gone with them, but he can feel the blood dripping from his nose, can taste it on his tongue, and his right ear is ringing. He’s next to useless, all things considered, and he doesn’t want to get in the way of the mission.
Dot says something, sharp and likely along the lines of what are you doing, but he doesn’t hear it, too busy making sure the Pelican dips toward the Scarab, while he reaches for the dogtags nearby, tucking them under his armor, so they rest next to his. They’re Kat’s; he hadn’t had the heart to leave them with her body, and at least this way, maybe, they’ll survive the blast enough for someone to get them later on. It’s a far-fetched hope, but it’s something.
He barely feels the impact- it’s a scream of metal and an explosion of heat, for just the barest of seconds and then nothing, not even the dogtags surviving the blast.
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