( So a Spartan and an ODST walk into a bar... )

( no hawks where little birds play )

[ Arthur doesn't sleep.

He figures, if he's dreaming, then sleep is only going to make it worse. So he doesn't sleep, and sometimes he watches Duke sleep, when the nights are quiet and long. He doesn't know how long he's been here, how long he's been stuck here; all he knows is that he feels like his brain is peeling apart into tiny bits and ( Read more... )

( WHAT WHAT WHAT ARE YOU DOING )

[ Well, shit.

Arthur would like to say that he's not accustomed to waking up in strange places, but that'd be a lie, and he's never been much of a liar. So when he rolls over onto his back on cold concrete, his fingers dragging through at least an inch of dirt and dust and grime, he's not immediately alarmed. At least not for a second. Or two. Or ( Read more... )

[ If there's anything that Damon hates more than not knowing what the hell is going on, it's not being able to feed when he needs to, when he wants to ( Read more... )

[ So ( Read more... )

[ OH, GREAT. REALLY.

REALLY. ]

Again -- ?

[ Silence.

Altaïr's fingers curl in against his palm, scratching against the worn leather of his glove, and the silence is quickly broken when he bangs his fist against the wood paneling of the door next to him. The sound echoes, carries out into the cool air. ]

I've done nothing wrong!

[ His hand ( Read more... )

[ He doesn't remember the casket opening. But he remembers falling. Atmosphere screaming around his ears and fire licking the re-entry gelling covering his visor, the universe blazing red and then hotly blue and then back to black ( Read more... )

[ In hindsight, leaving Epsilon and Cortana alone was probably not the greatest of ideas, but Wash can't be everywhere all the time. Cortana would certainly have the opportunity to get Epsilon or Church alone, if not now then later, and there's nothing that can be done about it ( Read more... )