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counterblows) wrote2018-05-28 06:55 pm
counterblows) wrote2018-05-28 06:55 pm
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 | So you feel entitled to a sense of control And make decisions that you think are your own You are a stranger here, why have you come? Why have you come, lift me higher, let me look at the sun Look at the sun and once I hear them clearly, say Who, who are you really? And where, where are you going? I've got nothing left to prove Cause I've got nothing left to lose See me bare my teeth for you Who, who are you? Now you're moving on and you say you're alone Suspicious that this string is moving your bones We are the fire, we see how they run See how they run, lift me higher, let me look at the sun Look at the sun and once I hear them clearly, say Who, who are you really? And where, where are you going? I've got nothing left to prove Cause I've got nothing left to lose See me bare my teeth for you See me bare my teeth |
| ϵ AGENT WASHINGTON ϵ |
| My asymmetrical and non-linear understanding (misunderstanding of) the past few years are only like a dog who bites someones hand. It's reflex; by the time the newspaper is swatted at it, it's too late. The dog has forgotten everything but shame and self defeat - but not the why. |
| Militant, direct, and justice-oriented, Agent Washington is the product of far too many variables tunneling in on him at once. He has assumed role after role as it was required of him over time - soldier, military operative, recovery agent, prisoner, antagonist, and finally, leader and friend. After the events on Chorus, the cocktail of relief, concern, and grief of that war's conclusion had left him all but drained, and more than ready for a moment of respite. With the Reds and Blues, Washington felt closer to the man called "David" than he had in years, even if he was still achingly far from the mark. It was easy for him to fall into step, upon his arrival; easy for him to become the bastion of solidity and leadership that kept him together back on Chorus. The landscape and circumstances around him are always changing, but Washington is nothing if not adaptable. He considers that one of his few assets, and it's certainly had its use here. |
α canon | β cross-canon | φ friend | ψ complicated | γ mistrust | θ trust | ||
| Ω hate | π protect | ¿ unknown | Δ acquaintance | ю happiness | ε remember | ||
| η fear | Σ dangerous | Ξ avoid | Ш neutral | Б owe you | Ѻ keep watch |
agent connecticut ε red vs. blue
α - φ - ψ - θ - π - ю - ε
[artist]
Life's just a pay stub on death
Only less diligent
And when the two collide
It's no coincidence
The lights are on and everybody's home
The only thing suicidal here is the door
We had a good run
Even I have to admit
Life's just a pay stub on death
Only less diligent
Hell or Glory
I don't want anything in between
Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes
Daddy said, "you gotta show the world the thunder!"
We didn't come to compete
This is a demonstration
Even the young ones become irrelevant
They always bring up how you changed
Never the same person when I go to sleep
As when I wake up, as when I wake up
Hell or Glory
I don't want anything in between
Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes
Daddy said, "you gotta show the world the thunder!"
He said "Bring the thunder!"
And then one day, C.T. isn't dead anymore. She's alive and engaged and has an entire story of a world Washington has never imagined, has done things he can't even fathom, and has lived an entire life separate from him. And now she's here, aching with loss and longing for people Washington has never met.
But she's his best friend.
He missed her. And, incredibly, she missed him too. The most they can do is be there for each other, and do their best with that. Hold out hope that, someday, that might lead them to some sort of peace.