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"No sssssadness."
Del exhaled. A wasted action, given her current state of being. But habits were habit. Feeling somber while saying goodbye was just one of them. The eliksni chirped in an attempt to get her attention. Del raised her head. It was starting to snow.
Seeing Yiimisk in his old colors was a strange thing. A House long gone, attire modified than what was typical, or allowed, in vandal fashion. Del was so used to him not wearing a helm that seeing him in one... Then again, if he saw her in her old titan armor, the feeling might've been mutual. He chirped again.
"No sssssadness," he repeated.
"You don't know when you'll come back," Del finally spoke. "I don't like that lack of info."
"Will return."
"You don't sound very confident," Del scoffed. Yiimisk gave a soft growl in response. "Look, are you absolutely positive that you need to go? I'm not saying its wrong but..."
Two hands gripped her shoulders, holding her with a promise. Yiimisk leaned down and she could feel his mask rub against her headpiece. Del leaned into it. A hanger brushed against her chin. She could feel the purring more than hear it.
Del didn't want him to go. It was selfish, more than anything. She relied on Yiimisk. Heavily so. Ever since she lost her Light, ever since she lost her Ghost, Del was scared to lose anything else. She had grown close with Yiimisk as more than a smuggling partner. But vandals and dregs had a calling loyalty, and even though Yiimisk had long since distance himself from Houses and stray Fallen, he felt a strong obligation answering to his old captain.
"Ssssstay sstrong, guardian. Yesss? Will return," the eliksni promised. "Will missss you much."
Del ran a hand along his shawl. "I'll hold you to it, four-armed bastard. And I'll hunt you down if you dare try dying on me. I need my partner in crime."
"Bold," Yiimisk chuckled.

Dellas-14 was a former titan who lost more than just her Light after the Red War. After her Ghost was smashed, her Warlock friend barely saved in the same chain of events, Del left the life of a guardian and became a smuggler, transporting goods around and bypassing the former routes she once protected and maintained. In the process, she ended up with an eliksni crewmember, Yiimisk, who had long since strayed from any Houses, scavenging ether when he could.
They had become close partners in their time of smuggling.

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"No sssssadness."
Del exhaled. A wasted action, given her current state of being. But habits were habit. Feeling somber while saying goodbye was just one of them. The eliksni chirped in an attempt to get her attention. Del raised her head. It was starting to snow.
Seeing Yiimisk in his old colors was a strange thing. A House long gone, attire modified than what was typical, or allowed, in vandal fashion. Del was so used to him not wearing a helm that seeing him in one... Then again, if he saw her in her old titan armor, the feeling might've been mutual. He chirped again.
"No sssssadness," he repeated.
"You don't know when you'll come back," Del finally spoke. "I don't like that lack of info."
"Will return."
"You don't sound very confident," Del scoffed. Yiimisk gave a soft growl in response. "Look, are you absolutely positive that you need to go? I'm not saying its wrong but..."
Two hands gripped her shoulders, holding her with a promise. Yiimisk leaned down and she could feel his mask rub against her headpiece. Del leaned into it. A hanger brushed against her chin. She could feel the purring more than hear it.
Del didn't want him to go. It was selfish, more than anything. She relied on Yiimisk. Heavily so. Ever since she lost her Light, ever since she lost her Ghost, Del was scared to lose anything else. She had grown close with Yiimisk as more than a smuggling partner. But vandals and dregs had a calling loyalty, and even though Yiimisk had long since distance himself from Houses and stray Fallen, he felt a strong obligation answering to his old captain.
"Ssssstay sstrong, guardian. Yesss? Will return," the eliksni promised. "Will missss you much."
Del ran a hand along his shawl. "I'll hold you to it, four-armed bastard. And I'll hunt you down if you dare try dying on me. I need my partner in crime."
"Bold," Yiimisk chuckled.

Dellas-14 was a former titan who lost more than just her Light after the Red War. After her Ghost was smashed, her Warlock friend barely saved in the same chain of events, Del left the life of a guardian and became a smuggler, transporting goods around and bypassing the former routes she once protected and maintained. In the process, she ended up with an eliksni crewmember, Yiimisk, who had long since strayed from any Houses, scavenging ether when he could.
They had become close partners in their time of smuggling.