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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 |
lucas miller ε the adventure zone
β - ψ - γ - Ѻ
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We float before the sea at dusk
In heavy mist, in glitter dust
I smile before I want to
I smile because you want to
Down by the shore, a funny foal
Who bit my wings and ate them whole
You left before I come to
You left before I come to
We took to hills into the trees
I hit my head and bit the leaves
You left before I come to
You left before I...
Shanks of slate fall to the beach
Wrapped in life in ultra greens
Pools teem with tiny feet
And whorls of tired anemones
You left before I got to
You left before I got to
Shake my little soul for you now, toy
And I settle up into a world of noise
I'm a man of many tricks and tools and joy
With a battery of guilt on which to poise
I smile because I want to
I smile because I want to
I smile because I want to
I smile because I want to
I smile because I want to
I smile because I want to
I smile because I want to
I smile because I want to
He's probably terrified of Wash, and for a decent enough reason. At the moment, Wash isn't particularly in the mood to sway him from that instinct. For now, he's content to call out Lucas's shit when he sees it. That seems to be enough.