07-30-2018, 03:50 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]/SORRY THIS IS SO LATE i fell into a video game coma
wash is that text post that goes like
significant other: why don't you get out of that battle armor and slip into something more comfortable
wash: i am most comfortable when i am impervious to most physical forms of attack
Right. They all had their heavy luggage to pull around. Sometimes the contents weren't as awful as people thought, just some mild dirty laundry packed too tightly in one place; in other instances, there were lost loved ones in those bags, or people they killed. For Gabe, it was a bit of everything, and he had a few extras even, ones he wouldn't unzip from the suitcases because those were not roads he would willingly go down. His life wasn't so wild as alien technology and missing opposable thumbs, but he had been a soldier once, too. Once. Like that was something he could leave behind. Anyone who had ever truly filled that position knew it wasn't possible to ditch the discipline in the past, or to forget the camaraderie- certainly not the sorrow that came when those partners-in-arms were lost.
It couldn't be left in the past because the duty and purpose remained a part of you even when hundreds or thousands of miles stood between the beginning and the present. Gabe didn't regret his choice, though he wished he might have been a little less bright-eyed about it all, a little less naive and starstruck. In the same breath, he wished he could have stayed innocent longer, that he could have held onto the optimistic spark in his chest, but it was another result of soldiering. No one who ever went in left the same way, if they left at all.
He was honestly ashamed of himself for burning out as he did. His body hadn't been broken, could have gone on saving people, but Gabriel gave up. Of the many unsavory attributes of his history, of the shitty things he'd done for the sake of a greater good that never came to be, quitting had to be one of -if not the singular- his heaviest regrets. It had been easy for Gabe to lose sight of himself when who he was depended on what he could do for other people. When he found he had inadvertently brought harm to anyone, or that he'd been an accomplice to suffering, it shook him to his foundation.
Recovery hadn't been so much of a healing process as it had been a complete uprooting of everything he knew. Effective, but- looking at himself in the water, he would have liked to keep his old body. Not this expressionless owl-cat crime of nature. Even the grim mass clunking over nearby was, at the very least, somewhat natural. He was some kind of prehistoric creature from what Gabe could tell. An owl-cat had never really been a verified natural occurring species, but he supposed it didn't matter. He had no control over it.
"Am I? My sleeping schedule's so fucked I don't know when it's early or when it's late anymore." He snorted, tone dry, before he cast an onyx gaze over to the armored fellow. "But unless you're stuck between two different sets of instincts, I think you're the one who's really out late. Maybe. Still can't tell."
[align=right][i]——INFO
wash is that text post that goes like
significant other: why don't you get out of that battle armor and slip into something more comfortable
wash: i am most comfortable when i am impervious to most physical forms of attack
Right. They all had their heavy luggage to pull around. Sometimes the contents weren't as awful as people thought, just some mild dirty laundry packed too tightly in one place; in other instances, there were lost loved ones in those bags, or people they killed. For Gabe, it was a bit of everything, and he had a few extras even, ones he wouldn't unzip from the suitcases because those were not roads he would willingly go down. His life wasn't so wild as alien technology and missing opposable thumbs, but he had been a soldier once, too. Once. Like that was something he could leave behind. Anyone who had ever truly filled that position knew it wasn't possible to ditch the discipline in the past, or to forget the camaraderie- certainly not the sorrow that came when those partners-in-arms were lost.
It couldn't be left in the past because the duty and purpose remained a part of you even when hundreds or thousands of miles stood between the beginning and the present. Gabe didn't regret his choice, though he wished he might have been a little less bright-eyed about it all, a little less naive and starstruck. In the same breath, he wished he could have stayed innocent longer, that he could have held onto the optimistic spark in his chest, but it was another result of soldiering. No one who ever went in left the same way, if they left at all.
He was honestly ashamed of himself for burning out as he did. His body hadn't been broken, could have gone on saving people, but Gabriel gave up. Of the many unsavory attributes of his history, of the shitty things he'd done for the sake of a greater good that never came to be, quitting had to be one of -if not the singular- his heaviest regrets. It had been easy for Gabe to lose sight of himself when who he was depended on what he could do for other people. When he found he had inadvertently brought harm to anyone, or that he'd been an accomplice to suffering, it shook him to his foundation.
Recovery hadn't been so much of a healing process as it had been a complete uprooting of everything he knew. Effective, but- looking at himself in the water, he would have liked to keep his old body. Not this expressionless owl-cat crime of nature. Even the grim mass clunking over nearby was, at the very least, somewhat natural. He was some kind of prehistoric creature from what Gabe could tell. An owl-cat had never really been a verified natural occurring species, but he supposed it didn't matter. He had no control over it.
"Am I? My sleeping schedule's so fucked I don't know when it's early or when it's late anymore." He snorted, tone dry, before he cast an onyx gaze over to the armored fellow. "But unless you're stuck between two different sets of instincts, I think you're the one who's really out late. Maybe. Still can't tell."
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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