Entry Log 118 -

The ripping boom of thunder nearly rattles the glass of the windows in Cayde's quarters as the Exo stands in the kitchen area. He's pouring different colorful liquids into two tumbler glasses, a round piece of ice in each one. The storm outside had made the lights vital, even though it's not that late out yet. The camera catches a flash of lightning through a window as the Exo turns, drinks in hand and heads into the main room. A rumble quickly follows, roaring through the walls of the tower as if they are nothing.

Skylar is standing in front of one of the larger windows, arms crossed tight over her chest as she looks out at the world that's blurred by a curtain of rain. Her features are calm, mouth in a relaxed line that betrays nothing to her private thoughts. She's still in full gear, and it's not completely certain if she's just gotten back from a mission or if she simply hasn't bothered to take it off yet.

Cayde silently steps up next to her and holds out one of the two drinks. Her eyes flicker from the window, to the drink, and then to his face and she smiles slightly, taking it from him. "Thanks," she murmures, eyes sliding back to the scene outside as another flash dances across dark clouds. "Think Z's okay?"

Cayde shifts, taking a sip of his own drink before shrugging. "I'm sure he's fine. Got on the ship just fine, now he's just got some ground to cover. We'll hear from him soon enough." he offers and Skylar nods her head, a smile on her face then.

"Eris is going to kill you, you know," she points out. "For what you did to her ship. Zavala might even help, he looked like he was going to have an aneurysm." She looks thoughtful then, thinking back on the day's events with humor. Cayde smirks and shrugs his shoulders again.

"Like I always say: Better to ask forgiveness than permission. You know he would have said no and we needed to do something, not just stand there talking." The Exo sounds frustrated with his team and Skylar shakes her head using her free hand to grab at his wrist.

"I'm not saying you were wrong to do it Cayde - I think it was the right thing to do. War is never an easy thing to deal with and sitting around...that won't bring all those people back." She's speaking of the queen and her awoken subjects. Even though Skylar hadn't much liked her and down right hated her brother, they shouldn't have died that way. She clears her throat a bit, shaking off the sad tone of the moment. "What I'm saying is, Eris is going to kill you," she repeats and he just huffs.

"Naw, she loves me. She just can't admit it."

"You blew up her ship Cayde. I'd be pissed at you too."

"She never used it anyway!"

Skylar just laughs quietly and takes a big sip of her drink as thunder rumbles through the sky again. Her eyes trace the horizon line as its lit up again and she sighs, her smile dimming with her own thoughts. "I should have gone with him," she says solemnly. Cayde looks at her, brow plate rising in question, but she answers before he can ask. "Z shouldn't be doing it alone. That ship had two seats. I could have gone with him." But she hadn't. She'd seen enough on Phobos, seen the Hive dreadnought and had refused.

"You're not really under my orders anymore Sky, you work through Ikora. I couldn't ask you to go against her." Cayde points out. "After what happened, no one is ever going to force you to fight the Hive, Skylar. You had every right to not get in that ship and Z understood that, I understand that." he'd made sure she wouldn't ever have too, spoken with his fireteam about it. It was too soon for her to deal with another war against the Hive.

"I don't want to be remembered as a coward Cayde," she whispers suddenly and he stiffens, surprise morphing to anger in an instant. Those words, that tone - they aren't who she is, who he knows her to be.

"You're not," he snaps and her eyes widen at his tone. Cayde swallows and softens his voice then, the feed blinking twice as Artemis watches, waiting to see if she should step in. "There are other enemies out there to fight besides Hive and you do plenty against them. No one would ever call you a coward and if they did I'd punch their face in. Even if you retired tomorrow, you'd be remembered as a hero, I'd make sure of it."

"Isn't that what Ikora tried to do for her mentor?" Skylar questions sadly. Cayde grimaces and shakes his head.

"There's a big difference between Osiris and you."

"Maybe," she agreed with a nod, eyes on the storm once again. "But he still let his fear of the Vex take over everything else. I don't want that to happen to me. I won't." She's determined, stubborn as hell, but Cayde smiles at her words. Her stubbornness is part of what makes her a good hunter, what makes her never give up. He watches her take a sip from her drink as another flash of lightning darts across the sky, catching in her sun colored eyes. His hand tightens around his glass slightly.

"I'm sure you will, but don't bite off more than you can chew alright?" He's concerned, maybe thinking about all that time she spent in the hospital after Crota. She glances at him from the corner of her eye and then nods her head taking another sip of her drink. After a few seconds she lets out a dramatic sigh.

"Right, let's just...not think about shit for a while yeah?" she grumbles and that gets the tension out of the air and in Cayde's shoulders. Turning from the window and leaning a shoulder on the wall next to it. "So what's the plan for tonight? I'm assuming you had something in mind."

Cayde huffed. "Can't I just spend time with my girl?"

That of course got exactly the response he wanted as she looked intently at her drink for a second. It wasn't a blush, no, that had long worn off, but she still got just slightly unnerved. Cayde snickers slightly before grabbing her free hand with his own and tugging her towards the couch.

"Banshee managed to salvage a few more movies from the Golden Age and even before that," he explained. It was a hobby of sorts that the gun merchant had, something to do besides work on guns and that pleased just as many. "He let me have first picks."

"Oh?" her interest perked, they settle easily on the couch, in front of the table that has a holo screen thruming on it, just waiting to activate. There's not a single guardian who isn't interested in just about anything from the time where they had originally come from, Skylar included. "What'd you find?" She watches as Cayde picks up a computer chip and easily slides it into the card reader on the side of the holo screen.

"Something called 'The Expendables'? Seemed like it might be good," he muses pressing a few buttons and a screen of light pops up in front of them, showing a slightly degraded image of a title screen. It's not perfect, nothing from so long ago would be, but it's something to enjoy either way. Skylar hums, curious, and leans into Cayde's waiting arm, legs folded to the side and glass resting on the side of her knee. She fidgets for a few moments, she's huffing and pulling away in order to discard her Tarantella and get more comfortable. Cayde doesn't comment on it, just pulls her closer when she returns to him, cheek resting against the side of his shoulder.

The movie starts and sound is even worse than the image, the voices cracking in odd places, but all and all its stable. Banshee has done it again, and the screen never flickers or freezes once as the minutes tick by on the clock with explosions, bad jokes, and reckless plans. It gets a few laughs from the two viewers but some time past the half point of the movie the huntress starts looking less and less interested, the appeal of an action film lost on her. Maybe because such things seem less thrilling when you've been in the middle of similar events yourself. Cayde is enjoying it, more than likely due because of his tower time and Skylar humors him. For a time.

Her eyes wander, the camera picking up how she traces the outline of the Exo's profile whose eyes are glued forward. A smirk twitches at her lips as she sets her long empty glass to the side and reaches out to lazily skim her fingers down the front of his hoodie to the small gasp hitch up as his waist due to the arm curled around her shoulders. Blue sparks across her finger tips and she presses them lightly to the bare metal mesh of his side.

It gets the Exo's attention instantly, head turning and meeting her gaze, her all to innocent smile. He doesn't buy it even for a moment. "Now how," he says curiously. "Did you learn to do that?" After all, controlling Light, Arc for that matter, at such a precise level wasn't something many could do. The innocent smile is replaced with cocky one and she lets her hand slip under his hoodie, resting there.

"I may have spoken with Cassidy recently. After all, she's the only other Arc user that has an Exo boyfriend," She explains, and Cayde just chuckles and swiftly grabs her hand and yanks her forward, setting her over his lap. She squeaks, surprised, but grins, slipping her hand from his grasp and pushing his hood back and off. "I take it you approve."

His hands curled around her hips in reply. "You were doing fine before, you know," he states, smirking. "But I'm certainly not going to complan."

"Good," she whispers, leaning forward and curling a sparking hand around his neck at the base of his skull. Cayde shudders, shakes his head slightly, and lunges to capture her lower lip between mouth plates.

It's safe to say that despite the explosions, the rest of the movie is left with no viewers and the camera feed is swiftly shut off with a half breathless command.

Just a little bit of fluffy fun.

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