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Ten Arms To Hold You: quincyquartermaster: tenarmstoholdyou: “Ours.” He repeated the word in...
“Ours.” He repeated the word in sort of a haze, overcome with happiness. Regardless of how lucky it was, or how planned, how spontaneous— he was pink with excitement over having an egg with Krake.
“We have to make sure we are ready. For when…
Andre sat in similar daydream, thinking of all they could do above. Something that caused him pain and headache- the sun- it seemed to enticing when imagining them there together.
Just daydreams though, for now. Something to work towards. Something to live for.
“I am still on the payroll, according to the quartermaster. I haven’t touched that money since I was condemned here— maybe…. Maybe there is enough, for that. For us.”“…so do I. I ‘aven’t touched any of my money since I was changed- haven’t needed it. I doubt I’ve been paid in quite some time- probably registered as legally dead long ago- but zhat’s still a good bit of cash just sitting zhere. Between us, we ‘ave enough to live a comfortable life anywhere we choose, I zhink.”
Humming softly, he looks thoughtful.
“Andre… I ‘ave a friend. A Medic, one of zhe kindest, most gentle souls I know. If it’s alright wizh you… could you go see ‘im, or ‘ave me bring ‘im to you, to see if zhere’s anything ‘e can do to help, give you more time if not cure you outright?”Perhaps a shot in the dark. But the more he thinks, the less he thinks he can stand to lose the green Spy.
“I trust you. So, any friend of yours I will trust. Or try to trust.” He gave an uneasy smile up at Krake, fearful despite the words.
“You can… bring him here? And stay with me. Please. I know it is unlikely, but if he works for them…”
“‘E will not do you any harm. I promise. ‘Is name is Abelard Haswell. ‘E was one of zhe first friends I made when I chose to show myself to zhe world once again. ‘E could ‘ave been afraid or cruel, but ‘e was kind, understanding. ‘E has always meant zhe world to me and ‘as neffer given me a reason to mistrust ‘im. But I will be wizh you every second, my prince.”
Chirring softly, he gives Andre another gentle nuzzle.
“I just cannot bear to know I will lose you someday, sooner razher zhan later, without doing everyzhing I know to do to help prevent it.”
… TF2 Spy Art
Ten Arms To Hold You: quincyquartermaster: tenarmstoholdyou: “Ours.” He repeated the word in...
“Ours.” He repeated the word in sort of a haze, overcome with happiness. Regardless of how lucky it was, or how planned, how spontaneous— he was pink with excitement over having an egg with Krake.
“We have to make sure we are ready. For when…
Andre sat in similar daydream, thinking of all they could do above. Something that caused him pain and headache- the sun- it seemed to enticing when imagining them there together.
Just daydreams though, for now. Something to work towards. Something to live for.
“I am still on the payroll, according to the quartermaster. I haven’t touched that money since I was condemned here— maybe…. Maybe there is enough, for that. For us.”
“…so do I. I ‘aven’t touched any of my money since I was changed- haven’t needed it. I doubt I’ve been paid in quite some time- probably registered as legally dead long ago- but zhat’s still a good bit of cash just sitting zhere. Between us, we ‘ave enough to live a comfortable life anywhere we choose, I zhink.”
Humming softly, he looks thoughtful.
“Andre… I ‘ave a friend. A Medic, one of zhe kindest, most gentle souls I know. If it’s alright wizh you… could you go see ‘im, or ‘ave me bring ‘im to you, to see if zhere’s anything ‘e can do to help, give you more time if not cure you outright?”
Perhaps a shot in the dark. But the more he thinks, the less he thinks he can stand to lose the green Spy.
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“Ours.” He repeated the word in sort of a haze, overcome with happiness. Regardless of how lucky it was, or how planned, how spontaneous— he was pink with excitement over having an egg with Krake.
“We have to make sure we are ready. For when it hatches. We need a real home for it.”
“Mmm, zhat’s true… I ‘ope it won’t be as confined as I am, zhat it will be able to survive longer out of water. I want for it what I want for you. Happiness and love. I sincerely doubt it will want for zhe latter.”
He sighs softly, smiling as he rests his head on Andre’s shoulder.
“It deserves warmth and daylight. You both do.”“I’ll talk to Quincy. Him and Nonno are expecting, yes? He will sympathize, hopefully. I’ll… get us a real home. Maybe one day… we can get that home that touches the ocean.” He smiled, leaning up to kiss Krake.
“I’m so happy…”
“…so am I.”
The three of them. A little family. He’d never had one.
“You and I… and our child… a place to live by zhe sea. Per’aps it would do you well, too. It will be wonderful, cher.”
It’s a good daydream, one that may come true, too. Purring softly, he runs a hand over the egg. He builds little castles in the air. Their egg would hatch, they would raise the child together. The sea breeze and sunlight would do Andre so much good that he would not die after all. Their friends would come and visit them. Everything would be… perfect.
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sixyearsofcollegedownthedrain:
all I did was pause
why is this happening to me
((AAAAAAAUGH D: ))
THIS GUY. ))
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zhe-lonely-medic asked:
"Oh no, no, no. Nozhing like zhat. I do not like to hurt living zhings. I have seen to many people suffer because of ozhers to EVER enjoy doing zhat. I vas just a little excited because I have never seen somezhing so interesting as a Tenta-Spy before. I am very sorry if I scared you." (Nathan is a very excitable man sometimes.)“…forgive me for being rude. It’s— Medics make me wary, especially ones who seem overly interested. A Medic made me what I am, against my will. It wasn’t pleasant. I don’t wish for ‘istory to repeat itself.”
Breathe in, breathe out.
“Desole. My name is Gabriel Reynard Delacour. … Or Krake, if you’d razher.”
