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Special: Crimson Days
Surprise, surprise, I am again late for an update. Although I can't excuse myself for this. Got onto Monster Hunter and well... (cough) I got distracted ^_^;;;
Anyways, this chapter will be like three short stories, taking the perspective of Akiva, Angel, and Knight/Nine. Why only those three? Because initially, they're the only ones with a 'budding' romance lol.
Enjoy! :D
Update: 2/27/2018
Apparently there has been confusion over the timeline of when this happens. So this little venture occurred 'before' the Dusk Arc. Hopefully that clarifies some things :D
AKIVA
I can do this, Akiva thought to himself as he looked into the blue eyes of Neve, only to see them squint to follow her smile, okay I can't do this.
He wiped his sweaty hands against the side of his legs; the Titan had thought it best that Crimson Days was best for the occasion and had requested Neve that a 'casual' night out in the City was a perfect date for the two of them. As such, Akiva wore a simple shirt and pants and was 'definitely' not expecting Neve to meet him at the bottom of the Tower wearing a glittering violet dress, a scarf thrown over her shoulders, and her hair braded over her ear. He silently cursed himself for not wearing something more 'formal' for the occasion; then again, Akiva doesn't think he has 'anything' formal in his Vault.
When he had asked where she had gotten the dress, Neve's face flushed before admitting that Fireteam Blaze had crafted it for her, not long after she had announced their 'date night' to them; Akiva made a mental note to ask 'where' and 'why' the Fireteam had gotten the dress; everything would have been fine with nothing more than a casual shirt and pants.
Nonetheless, Akiva took her to dinner as promised – a small place hidden in the corner of the City – and then took her to the Market from there. The look of wonder in her eyes as they walked past each stall and Akiva pointed out not only the materials that are being sold, but also told her which merchants were trustworthy enough to give a fair price. And when she pointed at a pile of melons and asked what they were, Akiva bought one and helped her sample the fruit. He couldn't help but smile as her eyes lit up, only for it to quickly fade when she pointed out she couldn't remember the last time she had visited the City. As such, instead of immediately returning once night set as he had originally planned, Akiva decided to stay, long after everyone had ventured back to their homes, leaving the pair alone with nothing but the small lights illuminating the street.
It was then, the Titan fingered the small box he has in his pocket.
Alright, we're all alone, no one to interrupt, He thought to himself, taking in a shaky gulp as he met Neve's eyes once more, flashing her a smile, and no public display.
"Neve," Akiva came to a slow pause, taking one of Neve's hands in hers as he saw her blink, her steps coming a halt, "Spending years together, I had a…a thought that perhaps it is time to take another step forward."
He received a raised brow from the female Warlock, "We already have kids."
"Well, yes." Akiva felt the heat rise up to his cheeks, "But our relationship, it isn't… finalized, if you can understand."
Seeing Neve's blue eyes narrow, the human Guardian couldn't help but shift nervously when her gaze widen in realization, "Are you implying…"
That is when the familiar click of a pistol rang behind him, causing Akiva to let out a frustrated sigh; there was reason why he had originally planned to head back to the Tower before dark.
"Trying to rob the wrong people fellas." He managed to mutter out as he slowly turned, raising his hands in peace as his golden eyes laid upon three faces, "Do try and not do something you will regret."
A laugh was all he received from the robbers.
"Wrong people? Considering you were about to propose, you have something of value on you, and 'we' want it."
Scowling at this, Akiva gritted his jaw as he slowly lowered his hands, curling his fingers into a fist.
"Akiva," He came to a pause, hearing Neve hiss out, "It's not worth it, let it go."
"I beg to differ."
Nonetheless, the Titan didn't put up a fight as one of the three men came up, stuck his hand down his pocket, and tugged out the box, glaring at the man as the latter held it out to one of the others – more than likely the leader.
Unable to hold back the growl forming in his throat as the man popped open the box, Akiva watched as a smirk formed onto the Leader's face as he admired the ring – a blue gem imprinted onto a decorated silver band.
"Akiva, you didn't…"
Hearing Neve's voice fade, Akiva fixed his enraged stare back onto man as he heard the latter speak, "Did you hire a Guardian to get this gem for you? Last I heard, these precious jewels are only accessible on the outer planets. Hazardous territory, wonder how much glimmer you gave to even get one of those undead to even 'agree' to go there."
"Undead?" Akiva couldn't help but let anger build up within his chest, only to pause when he felt a gentle hand on his arm; he didn't have to glance back to know that it was Neve's.
"This will sell nicely in the underground." If the man had heard Akiva's words, he showed no sign of it, only flashing the Titan another smirk, "Although, I bet we can make more with something more…physical."
At first confused by the Leader's words, rage once again formed in his chest as two of the men walked towards the two Guardians, their eyes scanning over Neve; he maybe able to let the ring slip, but 'anyone' who thinks about touching Neve, that was crossing the line. As such, when one of the men got too close, he decked him. Hard.
Honestly, Akiva hardly used any light in his punch, but apparently it was enough to send the man flying, the Titan's rage momentarily forgotten as he watched one of the robbers land roughly several meters away. Blinking several times as he sensed the shocked form those around him, Akiva parted his lips to explain himself but heard the familiar shot of a pistol ring through the air followed by darkness.
Muffled screams then reached his senses as he looked around in a daze, and it took the Titan a while to understand that the screams weren't one of fear; it was of anger.
Akiva? Akiva you alright? Lex's voice rang in his mind, You were just shot point blank in the head by a high powered pistol. How that man was able to get one, I have no idea, but it was enough to punch a hole right through your head.
Thanks for informing me, Lex, Akiva let out a groan, just pick me up and I'll handle these guys.
No can do.
The Titan paused, Why not?
Uh, you do recall what happens when Neve gets angry, correct?
Musing on his Ghost's words, it took Akiva only a second to understand, Oh… hopefully she doesn't kill them.
Like you weren't?
There is difference between beating them to a pulp and death, Lex.
Akiva heard his Ghost let out a hum, Good point.
Letting out a huff as he resided safely within Lex's core, Akiva's attention shifted over to Neve, only to witness in time to see her punch the Leader of the three men and then snatching the box out from his grasp before he could even hit the ground. That is when the Titan felt the familiar warmth of Lex's light merge into his own.
Grunting as he stumbled onto his feet, Akiva brushed the front of his clothes before he glanced up, only to a pause when his golden eyes locked onto Neve's blue.
"Were you truly going to propose?"
The Titan hesitated, and instead of immediately answering, he walked over, watching as Neve held out the box in response to this. His first instinct was to take the ring back and to deny his proposal; however, his conscience ate away at his mind, reprimanding him for such thoughts. As such, Akiva gently covered Neve's hand with his and answered, "Yes."
That is when he saw swelters of emotion swirl in her eyes, followed by Neve turning her head to the ground, "I am…not sure if I am ready for…"
Akiva gave her hand a comforting squeeze, "I understand if you do not wish for our unity to be finalized, I know that you are still grieving over Ricard's passing." He couldn't help but let guilt twist in his chest as he saw Neve flinch, "However, with our lives as Guardians, there will come a day when you or I will never return to the Tower, and I will never forgive myself if I were to let this opportunity pass." The Titan hesitated, contemplating on his next words, "At least, if you were to refuse, I can have closure on knowing that I had least attempted our unity."
Seeing Neve lift her gaze back into his, Akiva couldn't help but reel back when he saw tears forming in the edges of her eyes, followed by her muttering out a single word, "Yes."
Then, before he can fully comprehend her answer, he then felt lips connect to his, and it was then, he knew, that his proposal had been accepted.
ANGEL
When Salziks taught him on how to court females, it never crossed his mind that he would ever need to use them, especially considering he now lives within the Tower where Eliksni females were practically nonexistent. But that was before the agreement with the House of Kings. Now, with every visit, Angel found himself lingering over the form of Syliks, constantly following her tracks as she ordered the lower ranking Dregs sorting supplies and bringing them into the House of Kings' base.
To any other Guardian who had seen the female Eliksni, they would have said that she looked just like any other of her people, wearing the same colored armor of the Kings and snarling the same language. However, to Angel, he can easily tell her apart thanks to her leaner form and her eyes paler in color compared to the others of her House, her voice holding a harsher tone. In other words, she was unique, and beautiful.
"You do remember that I can hear every word of your thoughts, right?"
Jumping from the words of his Ghost, Angel couldn't help but narrow his eyes behind his visor, earning himself a chuckle from Hope.
"If you like her that much, why won't you say somethin'?" He heard Hope hum out thoughtfully, "I do recall Salziks givin' you 'pointers' on how to woo females."
"Yes however, I don't think she put into thought that I would be falling for a 'Baron' of a House." Angel muttered out, his green eyes settling over the female Eliksni's form; finding a supple supply of Ether will help give one individual a high promotion. Syliks wasn't exempt from this, "and not to mention that she practically saved the House of Kings. There will be no doubt that there will be a line of suitors waiting for a chance to be her mate."
"Doesn't mean you can't be one of them." Angel couldn't help but groan at Hope's words, "I mean, you did play a part in savin' the House of Kings. The least they can do is at least let you stand a chance for a hand to be Syliks' mate."
The Hunter couldn't help but frown at Hope's words but nonetheless, he rolled his shoulders, and took in a deep breath, "Might as well let her know, let her consider it."
"That's my boy."
Smiling nervously, Angel then took slow but long strides towards the towering Baroness, taking in a gulp as he brushed past the bustling forms of the lower ranking Eliksni. That was before he felt a hand grab him roughly by the shoulder. Feeling the familiar pressure of being pulled, Angel took it as a sign to turn around, only to stare into the narrowed gaze of an Eliksni Captain.
"Where are you heading to, bandit?"
Flinching at the snarl in the Captain's tone, Angel then took notice of their voice; they were a male. The Hunter couldn't help but gulp.
"Lady Syliks, I need to confer with her." He cursed himself for the truth in his words; there will be no doubt that the male Eliksni would take suspicion, especially considering that all Angel was here for was to drop their monthly Ether supplements. So, he wasn't surprised when he watched the Captain's glowing eyes narrow.
"Confer with her about what?"
Licking his lips nervously, Angel contemplated on his next words, "The amount of Ether that is needed next cycle. You are all growing in numbers, correct?"
Seeing the suspicion grow in the Captain's eyes, the human Hunter expected retaliation. However, what he hadn't expected was for the male Eliksni to snarl out, "Liar!"
That is when Angel had to duck to avoid a swing from the male Eliksni.
His first thought was to go for his weapons around his waist but, as his green eyes scanned the assaulting Eliksni, he noticed the way his hands were curled into fists and his shoulders leaned back in an attempt to make himself bigger, more threatening; in other words, it was a fight for dominance. Why? Angel didn't understand but nonetheless, memories of Salziks' teachings floated to the surface and as such, instead of utilizing his weapons, Angel opted to tug them free from his person and toss them to the side; this earned him a surprised look from his opponent, and a cry from Hope.
"Angel! Are you plannin' on what I think you are plannin'!?"
Smiling sheepishly behind his visor in an attempt to answer his Ghost, Angel instead side stepped to the right when the Captain lunged at him, letting him stumble to the ground before the human Hunter ran up and wrapped his arms around the male's shoulders; this earned him a cry of alarm and rage. Feeling himself behind flung around, panic settled within the young Guardian's chest as he then wrapped his legs around the Captain's waist, shifted his hands to Eliksni's horns, and with a grunt, pulled back. A screeching roar was his reward followed by the sudden sensation of freefall, making Angel realize the last second of his predicament. Letting out a wheeze as his back collided with the hearth alongside the weight of the Captain falling onto his chest, Angel looked around in a daze, barely realizing the sudden loss of weight from his body. Feeling hands grasp the front of his armor, the human Hunter forced his panic down as he felt himself being lifted and his green eyes stared down into glowing blue.
"You are nothing more than a human." The Captain snarled, "What makes you think you have the right to be Lady Syliks' mate?"
At first, shocked that the male Eliksni figured him out, Angel then let the thought linger; body language was one of the main functions that the race communicates besides their tongue. It only makes sense that the Captain before him can also read his emotions from his movements and actions. As such, instead of responding, Angel simply grasped the wrist of the Captain before bringing his legs up and slammed them into the male Eliksni's chest. Hearing a grunt followed by the lax in grasp on the front of his armor, Angel straightened his feet out to soften his fall before swerving to the side and making his way to the Captain's back. Then, acting quickly, Angel kicked the back of the male Eliksni's legs, forcing him to his knees before he once again wrapped his arms around the Captain's shoulders. However, this time, he brought them closer to the Captain's neck, hooking his arm around underneath the Eliksni's chin before reaching out with his other hand and grabbing one of the horns of the Captain. Hearing a cry of rage emanating from male Eliksni, when Angel felt resistance underneath him, he then used his grasp on the horn as leverage, twisted to force the Captain back to the hearth.
At first, Angel thought that he had won, especially after several attempts were made by the Captain to stand only for the young Hunter to force him back down onto his knees; he should have remembered that the Eliksni has four arms, not two.
With a startled yelp, Angel found his feet slide out from underneath him, soon finding the world upside down as he once again was lifted into the air. Before he can fully comprehend his situation, the human Hunter then felt the grip tighten around his ankle, and the next thing he knew, he collided with the hearth. Hard.
Letting out a cough and a wheeze, Angel attempted to push himself back onto his feet, only to find himself dangling in the air once more, and he knew that this Captain was going to repeat to process. His first instinct was the light, to shield himself from the blows from the male Eliksni was dealing upon him; but like before, Angel too shoved that to the side. This was a fight of dominance and besides the armor on their back, nothing else should interfere with the match, even the light. As such, the human Hunter let himself land, and this time, it was followed by a sickening 'crack' as the front of his helmet slammed onto the ground, and Angel didn't have to see through his daze to know that his visor was shattered, cracked patterns following down the front.
Although his body protested against the movement, Angel used his arms slide to himself back, closing the small distance between himself and the Captain, pulling back his free leg, and slamming it into the ankle of the male Eliksni; a cry of pain and shock was his reward. Feeling his opponent stagger, Angel found himself sliding across the floor, his plan of forcing the Captain to lose his grip not quite following as he had hoped. Nonetheless, this gave Angel ample time to turn and this time, he aimed his kick towards the knee. A yelp was his reward followed by the Captain collapsing, enabling the human Hunter to once again realign his kick and slamming it into the side of the male Eliksni's head. This was finally enough for the Captain to lose his grip, curses following his snarls as Angel quickly placed some distance, forcing himself onto his feet before he flinched, and placed a hand to his side.
"Some bruisin' but miraculously, nothin' broke." Hope murmured, "No idea how, considerin' you aren't usin' the light in this fight."
Opting to ignore the female Ghost's words, Angel prepared himself when the Captain staggered to his feet, anger clear in his glowing blue eyes. However, before the two can come to blows once more, a roar permeated through the area, causing all attention to turn towards the familiar towering form of Syliks, the female Baron pushing past the crowd as she snarled, "What in the name of the Great Machine is going on here?!"
Mutters can be heard permeating through the crowd; even the Captain seem to lower himself to the floor in the presence of the female Baron. At first, lost, Angel thought to tell the truth, to simply word out what had occurred, and as such, he parted his lips to do so.
"They were fightin' for a chance to be your mate, Lady Syliks." The human Hunter snapped his gaze over his shoulder; when did his Ghost materialize outside of his armor?
"To be…my mate?" Hearing Syliks repeat Hope's words, Angel couldn't help but cower away himself, immediately intimidated by the female Baron's looming form; although this quickly dissipated when instead of anger, he saw amusement settle over her gaze.
"Then you should have simply asked, Pure One."
Angel's eyes popped open at that, the shock permeating through all those in witness, some of them chattering shout of protests. However, if Syliks took any note of this, she didn't show it as Angel watched her approach and then place a hand on his shoulder; a soft and comforting gesture.
"You saved my House, Pure One. Who else would I choose?"
Feeling his heart leap to his throat at that, Angel then heard a low rumble emit from the Captain.
"But, my Lady-"
"Enough." Syliks' tone quickly changed to that of a growl, "How often does a Guardian fight fairly against one of our own? Let alone fight with nothing more than their body?" Another snarl, "Show some 'honor' when it comes to my decision, Yarosks. Just as Pure One showed honor during your fight."
When Angel heard the Captain let out a low rumble to her words, Angel thought at first that he wouldn't respect Syliks' decision. However, after another snarl from the female Baron, it was enough to send the male Eliksni off although, he gave Angel one last nasty look before skulking away. This sent a sign to those all around them to finally resume their duties, the still silence once again filled with the scuffling of supplies being pushed and carried around.
Hearing a deep but soft rumble next to him, Angel glanced back to stare into Syliks' glowing four eyes, seeing a sense of softness – of 'care' – before he felt her hand slide off his shoulder and she walked off, her looming form visible in the crowd.
"Do you…think she meant that?" He found himself asking, turning his wide green eyes towards Hope; he simply saw the female Ghost shift her parts up and down, "Not sure, but we can ask her later but, for now, let's fix you up. That Yarosk individual put a number on you."
Flinching as a throb permeated from his side, Angel slowly nodded before following after his Ghost.
NINE/KNIGHT
"Okay, alright." Knight came to a pause in the hall, hesitating before he asked, "Are you sure that he is going to like this gift, Nine?"
I am certain. Ahamkara bones are rare thanks to the fact that they were hunt to extinction. I have no doubt that Ianos would appreciate the ones that we found.
"I don't know." The young Warlock said uncertainly as he stared down at the helmet he held in his hands, hefting it as he stated, "That Warlock we bought it from, he seemed more than happy on getting rid of it when we offered to purchase it. I definitely would have thought the bones of an extinct animal would cost more glimmer than we had offered."
Perhaps we had gotten – what do humans call it? - lucky, then?
A sense of unease settled into Knight chest as he stared into the darken visor of the armor piece, unable to remove the thought that 'something' was staring back, "Day? Do you have any knowledge on Ahamkara?"
"Not much," He heard the Ghost admit, "However, I do know that they are known to be wish-granters."
Knight blinked, "Wish-granters?"
"Hey, it's just something I've just heard." A hum emanated from his Ghost, "Although since these are just bones, I highly doubt they will grant any wishes anytime soon."
Nodding worriedly in agreement with Day, Knight kept his focus on the dark visor of the helmet as they continued towards Ianos' quarters.
Reality is the finest flesh, oh bearer mine. Knight froze, And are you not…hungry?
Fear gripped hold of him and instinct told him to toss the helmet as far as he could, flinching as the armor piece landed with a loud 'clatter' in the empty hall.
"Knight!"
The young Exo paused, "You didn't hear that?"
"Hear what?"
Knight paused once again; was it part of his imagination?
Reaching out towards Nine's mind, Knight released his emotions of confusion and bewilderment towards the Phoenix Exo and received a comforting gesture in return. The young Warlock is unsure if this meant that Nine had heard this strange voice or if it was his own way of making Knight question his own current sanity. Nonetheless, Knight found himself reluctantly walking over to the fallen headpiece and once again taking it back into his hands.
Resuming his pace towards Ianos' quarters, Knight then found himself standing before his door, and placed a hand on the panel to allow himself entry.
"Ianos?" He called out as he stepped in, his white optics glancing over the familiar neat décor of the quarters besides the familiar mess of the desk; papers and artifacts always littering the top.
Receiving only silence as an answer, Knight only has to wait several moments before the familiar pattering of rushing footsteps reached his receptors, signaling for him to lift his arms high into the air to ensure the helmet was out of the way as he felt Hush slam into him. In which, when he means by slam, the child Guardian coming to a skidding halt before walking over and wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Happy Crimson Days, Knight." The familiar lavender form of Crystalline came into view, signaling to Hush to release her hold and take steps back, enabling Knight to lower his arms, "Gift for Ianos?"
The young Exo felt his core rise in temperature, feeling the heat rise to his face, "Didn't know what else to get him, since he seems to be of 'function' than 'aesthetic'."
Watching the female Ghost glide over, Knight then saw Hush do the same, the child Guardian letting out a hum of interest as Crystalline spoke, "What does it do?"
"If I recall correctly, it enhances the wearers void light." Knight then shrugged, "The Warlock I bought it from did not really explain it well."
"Really?" The Exo Warlock saw Crystalline's optic blink when he nodded, "Well, if it enhances a Voidwalker's light, I say it is a perfect gift." He then heard her hum, "I am certain that he doesn't have a piece like this in his Vault yet."
"What's not in my vault?"
Snapping his attention towards the doorway of the bedroom, Knight couldn't help but pause when Ianos entered with his armor absent; even his cloak was missing to reveal the black under-suit underneath. From the haggard look in his eyes and his hair disheveled, it seemed that the Awoken had just woken up from sleep; although if the rest was showing any sign of his light recovering, it was doing little as the wisps of darkness still linger from his lips.
Knight.
Feeling the familiar 'poke' of Nine, Knight shook his head before holding out the helmet, his lights going bright as he stuttered, "H-Happy Crimson Days, Ianos."
At first, when the young Exo saw the Awoken raise his brows as his orange eyes laid upon the helmet, Knight couldn't help but let disappointment form in his chest; he hadn't expected Ianos to like the gift, but he at least expected the Warlock to accept the armor piece. However, the disappointment was quickly quashed when Ianos' tired eyes soften, followed by him saying, "There was no need to give me anything, Knight, a simple greeting would have been enough for me."
Surprise permeated through the young Exo's body, Knight felt his jaw go slack as the Awoken closed the distance and gently took the helmet from his hands, "But thank you, I appreciate the thought."
As he watched Ianos observe the helmet in his hands, Knight blinked as Ace then glided over, hearing the black and orange Ghost speak, "Don't worry, he gets like this when he just wakes up."
Knight once again blinked, "I thought he gets grumpy when he awakes from sleep."
"Not when he's around those he cares about."
Coming to a pause, Knight then heard Ace let out a snicker before the Ghost glided off, forcing the young Exo to return his gaze back towards Ianos; only to once again, stare.
The Awoken's lips were moving, speaking in a hushed tone that not even the young Exo's receptors can't catch, but the look in his eyes held familiarity and warmth as his gaze kept fixed on the darken visor of the armor piece.
"Ianos?" Knight called out, seeing the Warlock shift his gaze towards him, "Are you…talking to the helmet?"
Seeing Ianos blink several times, the young Exo expected a retort, only to reel back when a tired smile flashed onto the Awoken's features, "It seems you do not know, but Ahamkara, their life extends beyond death." He held up the helmet as if to make a point, "Their bones are able to communicate however, they are not happy about their physical body being killed."
So, I wasn't crazy then, Knight thought to himself, "Then, why in the world do Guardians wear them if they can manipulate you like that?"
"Had a brief conversation with this one, did you not?" Knight couldn't help but feel heat rise up to his cheeks, opting to remain silence as Ianos continued, "You have to earn their respect if you want to use their bones safely." The Awoken must have sensed the young Exo's look of disbelief as he then heard the older Guardian add, "How else do you think I am able to wear the gloves?"
Thinking back to the armor piece that were adorned in bronze feathers, Knight do recall instances where Ianos was able to gather light into his hands more quickly than usual, enabling him to spread his light through enemies in quick succession.
"And you just speak to them?" Knight asked; he immediately received a knowing smile from Ianos, "That's one way of doing it, speaking to them before their death is even better."
The young Exo blinked, "What?"
Receiving another knowing smile from the Awoken, Knight watched as Ianos went over to his desk, placing the helmet on top before he felt a tug on his arm; he glanced down into the frowning face of Hush.
Why only a gift? She signed him, Why not a date?
Knight barely held in a sputter and instead frantically signed back, I highly doubt he will say yes to a date. And not to mention 'where' I am going to take him out to?
The City! The Exo Warlock just gawked as Hush beamed back at him, Plenty of places for an outing!
Have you already forgotten what happened the last time we went!? Not to mention I can't go alone!
Papa will be with you, it still counts.
Knight groaned at the child Guardian's words, "Hush, I can't simply go up to Ianos and say, 'Will you go out with me?'. He is a more complicated individual than that."
You will not know until you try.
Giving the child Guardian another blank stare, Knight let out a heavy sigh before taking in a deep breath, "Ianos." He felt the Awoken's eyes turn back towards him, "I was wondering if you are free tonight?" Knight mentally slapped himself for that one; Very smooth Knight, very 'subtle'.
"Are you asking me out, Knight?" Once again, the young Exo mentally slapped himself; of course, Ianos would figure things out, "to the City?"
The young Exo twiddled his thumbs nervously, "If, you do not mind?"
Then, for the first time since they started speaking, a frown formed onto Ianos' pale azure features, causing Knight to let out a gulp as the Warlock turned his focus back towards the helmet, his orange hues narrowing as if tuning in onto words that only he can hear.
"I will have to decline the visit to the City," Knight's shoulder's slumped in disappointment, "However, a movie would suffice."
The Exo perked up at this, "Movie?"
This earned him a snort from the Awoken, "I believe I have some old films hidden somewhere, just have to take the time to look for them." A soft hum from Ianos, "Want to watch it here or your quarters?"
Knight's thoughts lingered over Echo, "Here, I highly doubt Mr. Territorial will appreciate me bringing 'guests' onto his floor."
Seeing the Awoken smirk in response to his words, the young Exo's face again flushed as Ianos added, "Then I will see you tonight."
Watching the older Guardian then leave the room, Knight once again felt eyes on him, prompting him to turn towards Hush; both the child and her Ghost were grinning at him.
"This doesn't mean anything." He muttered out however, Knight couldn't help but let feelings of joy and excitement grow in his chest; and he cannot help but feel that he wasn't the only one eager for tonight.