𝚊𝚐ε𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗 (
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 |


lance ε voltron: legendary defender
β - Δ - Ш - π
[artist]
Inch by inch
We grow to something more
But we're unaware
Of how high we've gone unaware of
Gaining air
Rushing past the twilight zone
Getting scared
Afraid of all I've never, never known
And I know I should have my head in the clouds
But this altitude’s got me searching for solid ground
Solid ground
Step by step
We keep moving on
But how do we know
That we're moving on
To where we should go
Leaning in
Rushing past the comfort zone
No fear now
Embracing all I've never, never known
And now that I have my head in the clouds
I'm gaining altitude and I'm never coming down
No
Lance presumes himself the weak link in his team in such a way that Wash can't help but find familiar. He remembers too well how it felt to be the rookie whose most notable achievement was getting a grappling hook stuck to his balls, and being regarded as the worst on his squad. The problem is that Lance seems to have taken this sort of assessment to heart, and there's no knowing what might reverse the downward trajectory of his thinking.