She says, “my mom always ignored all the other women she saw my dad flirting with, she thought it’d be easier,” and Carolina doesn’t say anything in the dark room until the silence gets overbearing and she adds, “and then she caught him in the act, one night, and that was that.” Carolina rolls over in her bed to see the way Connie was staring at the ceiling, idly blinking, before Carolina whispers, “my mother died when I was young. My father never remarried.”
She says, “I joined the army young because I thought I was invincible,” and York smirks at her from across the table, saying, “I’d say we are invincible.” Utah laughs into his glass of water dismissively next to her.
She says, “I always wanted to have a brother,” and South stops mid-rant, her armor half off, her locker dented from where she enthusiastically punched it twice already. “Having someone to look out for you, must be nice.” South deflates her stance and collapses down on the bench while Connie continues to change next to her, until South says, “it can be, I guess. Nice. It used to be the other way around, when we were young.”
She says, “I don’t know what we’re fighting for anymore,” and Wyoming shrugs next to her. “There’s a host of reasons,” he says, still looking through his scope. “The war, the fight itself, the paycheck. Take your pick.” She looks out to the other team’s position again. “Fine, I don’t know what I'm fighting for anymore.” Wyoming shifts his grip and replies, “that sounds like a personal problem, love.”
She says, “I guess I’m doing something right,” and Wash looks away from her, back to the leaderboard. “It’s only one slot, you’ll move up again,” he offers, and she shakes her head. “You don’t get it. It’s different this time.” Wash looks at how she’s leaning forward in her seat and chewing her bottom lip, staring at her new position on the board. “Don’t get yourself killed, Connie.” She stands up and stretches her arms over her head in the blue light, saying, “I never expected to live through this. Not now.” She drops her arms and sighs, “I think I like CT better.”
She says, “how old are you, anyway?” and Tex moves her eyes over her face. “Old enough,” the armored freelancer says, putting her boots on the coffee table. “Old enough for what?” CT pushes, rubbing the palm of her hand idly. “Life,” Tex says, and CT smirks despite herself.
She says, “to the Director of Project Freelancer,” and pauses the recorder for the seventh time. She starts a new file and says, “to the Chairman of the Oversight Committee,” and finishes the letter on her first try.
She says, “personal phone call,” to North as he passes. “I thought you didn’t talk to your family anymore,” he says idly, heading towards Internal Affairs. “Things change,” CT says, and North looks at her hand tightly gripping the phone. “They really do, don’t they,” he says and whistles his way down the hallway.
She says, “how are we doing on time?” and the pilot doesn’t turn around to answer her. “It seems like we’re running late,” she adds, and 479er shifts in her seat deliberately. “Hey, CT, in all the time I’ve flown your ass places, have I ever not done a timely and spectacular job of it?” She stays quiet and the pilot nods her head back to her console. She sits back in her seat and South leans over to whisper something about the two of them sticking together, and CT checks for the weight of the flash drive hanging against her chest for the fourth time.
i was going to draw C.T. with a sparrow. it went downhill from there. ducklings have a thing for Wash.
still ct appreciation week right?
Connie became the unofficial curator of the Freelancer library. While Wash would alphabetize the books and South would pull new ones out of smoking rubble, Connie knew where they all were in their few neat rows, and knew whether to hand someone a found picture book or last year’s field manual.
Carolina came to her like a queen visiting an oracle.
Sheev is so completely sure of his victory that he calls Luke his apprentice practically as soon as he walks in the door.
Of course he’s going to win. He’s won every single thing in the last 25 years. No one can resist him.
Luke was completely right. His overconfidence is his weakness.
But his real problem is that he thinks that he’s trying to turn Anakin Skywalker 2.0 to the dark side.
When what he’s really dealing with is Padme Amidala’s son.
"How are you going to get past that?" North asked the back of Connie’s head. She didn’t reply. The grey-green Mantis mech ahead of them scanned the shattered street, its guns a bank of spider eyes, aggressively military. Wyoming couched the butt of his sniper rifle against his leg and leaned further away from the edge of the brown concrete barrier they crouched behind.
i’m not late for carolina week it’s carolina week every week in our hearts (click for a bigger picture!)
some freaky friday shenanigans
I have a weird thing where I don’t even ship I’m just there for the ride.
I do love their dynamic.
Also for all my followers who are like “wtf is with all the rvb” welcome to Daks in a fandom.
Well, now I’m going to have “girls don’t like boys girls like swarms of lizards” stuck in my head for three days again
can i read this nano when you’re done
Haha, I’m not sure how entertaining it’ll be, but maybe. I’m not sure what I’ll do with it when it’s done.