At first I was seriously debating whether or not to kill off my characters that had deep interpersonal connections, but now I think I’ve decided to just have them fall back into old habits and seclude and isolate themselves from their friends.
Ergo, Reeder going back to being a spacefaring, solitary drunk who avoids his siblings at all costs.
And Silon giving up the idea of being able to handle himself on his own and going back to live with his abusive family.
The sudden bark of Ordal’s datachron ringtone startled him awake again. He woke to still find himself in his cocoon of blankets, now damp with his own sweat. He was still feverish from the withdrawals, it seemed. He squinted through the dark as he reached for the blaring device. As soon as he looked at the bright light of the screen his head throbbed in response, but the pain was soon forgotten when he saw the ID of the caller.
He tapped the screen with a trembling thumb, a relieved smile spreading over his face. “Reeder! You finally answered! Where have you been?!” tumbled out of his mouth immediately. His older brother hadn’t returned to the apartment for two days, which definitely had Ordal concerned. Sure, he was his own man and all, and it’s not like Reeder didn’t have a habit of disappearing. But he’d promised he’d stay until he was feeling better. It just didn’t seem like him to leave him to suffer without a single word.
His older brother’s voice came through the receiver after a huff and the sound of something being moved around. “Ordal, hey! I-I uh, I got sidetracked! Sorry.” he responded in a brisk manner. Ordal sat up on his mattress, frowning as he held the datachron against his head.
“Sidetracked? With what?” he asked. For a moment there wasn't an answer, only more sounds of things being shifted around.
“A job. I found a job in the Halon Ring. I’m so sorry to leave you so suddenly, I just couldn't afford to pass this up.” His voice was so monotone; he didn’t sound very sorry.
Ordal couldn’t believe his ears. He’d left him to deal with the throes of drug withdrawal for some job? It couldn’t wait a couple more days? The answer only left him with more questions. “S-so you’re just... leaving?” he couldn’t hide the disappointment in his voice. It took this long to finally spend some time with his estranged brother, only for him to jet off again after a couple weeks.
“Well you said you were through the worst of it, right?”
“Yeah, but-” he started, but Reeder’s voice interrupted him.
“You’ll be fine. If you wanna drop by Nexus though, Verr would definitely let you stay at her place. It’s really beautiful down there.” Ordal could tell he was trying to be helpful, but it didn’t stop him from sagging over his knees with a discouraged sigh.
“How long are you going to be out there? And... what’s this job even? Th-this is just so sudden.”
“I’m not sure, okay? A few months?” Well, that sounded promising. “Just tell Nasha what I’m up to when she asks. Cause she will ask.”
“Okay.” the younger aurin answered in a dull tone.
“I’ve gotta go now. I’ll call in later, just um... t-take care.” Reeder’s voice faltered near the end of the sentence. Before Ordal could respond, the line cut off abruptly. The rose-colored aurin was left to sit in the dark, staring at the ID picture of his half-brother on the screen. Smiling awkwardly at the camera, as if smiling was something unfamiliar to him. With a dejected sigh he shut the phone off and tossed it away from himself, flopping back against the sweaty sheets of his mattress.
Ordal and his siblings used to be so tight-knit. Thinking about he and his sibling’s current, fragmented state made his head hurt all over again.
In case everyone hasn’t noticed, I’m kind of on hiatus from Wildstar. So I figured I’d come up with IC reasons my characters aren’t around.
Reeder went offworld to look after one of his brothers who’s struggling with drug addiction.
Silon’s disappeared, leaving only a note to @thecrimsoncaptain that he’s quit the Vinds in favor of being a more upstanding citizen. Also to try to find a job that doesn’t endanger his girlfriend.
Kee’s off on a not-very-well-earned vacation around Nexus, doing god knows what.
Akuze went off with Zaari on a platonic honeymoon GREAT HUNT
If you give me any positive reinforcement whatsoever i will go full doggo and hang on to that shit forever and my internal thought process will pretty much boil down to “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Akuze’s mouth twitched into another grin as he watched the Lowborn turn to leave. He still felt giddy from the brawl he’d just witnessed. Sure, fights always excited the draken. But to see the victor of it was Gale of all people lit a fire in him. The human was tougher than he originally thought, and he felt endlessly pleased by this.
Gale offered a final wave of farewell to him before he swung a leg over the hovercycle he’d left parked in the alleyway. The moment he turned around, Akuze could help but let his gaze wander down to his backside, clad in dark, tight-fitting pants. A view that was normally blocked on Mikros by the presence of a tail.
He immediately rose one of his brows and thought to himself, ‘Not bad...’
Kee chewed on his lip contemplatively as he stared at Foryar from across the room. He didn’t seem to care if he’d be noticed or not, as there were much more important deliberations going on in his mind.
Another downside, he thought to himself, is that I couldn’t get super creative about positions with that guy. Anything where his eyes aren’t in view would be out of the question.
Kee watched Ferin and Kaman as they played their fighting games, though he was definitely more partial to keeping his eyes on the green-haired one. An ear was kept tilted in his direction as well, listening to every tiny grunt and strained noise the aurin emitted while he tapped away at his controller. Oh, what he wouldn’t give for Kaman to buzz off and give him a moment alone with his delightfully colorful friend, what he wouldn’t give.