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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 |
zelda ε the legend of zelda: breath of the wild
β - π - Δ
[artist]
Got woken in the night
By a mystic, golden light
My head soaked in river water
I had been dressed in a coat of armor
They called a horse out of the woodland
"Take her there, through the desert shores"
They sang to me, "This is yours to wear"
"You're the chosen one, there's no turning back now"
The smell of redwood giants
A banquet for the shadows
Horse and I
We're dancers in the dark
Came upon a headdress
It was gilded, dark and golden
The children sang
I was so afraid
I took it to my head and prayed
There is no turning back
There is no turn
There is no turning back
There is no turn
There is no turning back
There is no turn
If no one else is going to look out for her, Wash is bent on ensuring she doesn't end up dead because of it. It's the very least he can do.