The Binding of Isaac

[gamemakers]

Who| All those who signed up for the plot!
What| Capitol rebels attempt a break in and dismantling of dangerous weaponry.
Where| In a warehouse just beyond the very end of the cityline
When| Some time following Arena 13
WARNINGS| Please specify warnings in tag headers.
NOTES | Remember that if you did not sign up, it will be assumed you are not participating in the plot. Plotting can be found here! IC plotting is here!

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[carnagecarnival]

"PITY YOU," He says back. "With all my motherfucking heart and soul. DON'T NEVER WANT TO LET YOU GO FOR NOTHING." Not even now. Not back when he had every right and reason to, when it might have saved his damn life. He did it all for her.

And that's the only thing what'll make him leave now. Seeing to it they both have a chance in this world. That she does and to her he can return, one way or other.

Turns out, being the one to leave hurts a whole fucking lot too.

"OKAY," He says in turn. "As quick to you as I can be getting."

[pythianjudgment]

She takes that promise and locks it up tight, guarding it close to her heart where she can take comfort in it. She leans up again to kiss him, as if she could seal their deal in that manner. She would like better if it would keep him here, but she doesn't dare hope for that. This will have to be enough for now.

She sinks back down to the flats of her feet once the kiss is broken, no longer on her tiptoes to reach him. "I'll be on the communicators, if you need anything."

[carnagecarnival]

He chases after her when she pulls away, but not enough to catch her again. He locks the promise away for himself, somewhere ain't no one can touch it. Something for him to strive for.

"BE SURE AS TO CALL IF I'M NEEDING." He'd always need her. But for the mission he'll just keep that to situation dire.

He smirks at her sudden. "I'll even make all on keeping my arms this time."

[pythianjudgment]

Terezi laughs at the reminder of that last mission, though her heart isn't fully in it. Their roles were much the same. Her directing squadrons by communicator, and him leading others into the fight. The scars that he got from those fights are gone, but she traces her hands down his forearms where she remembers them being.

"See that you do. I'll need them when you come back. They're one of my favorite parts of you."

[carnagecarnival]

"ARE THEY NOW?" He says, with some true surprise. This is not something he knew, but he makes sure to take clear not of for the future. She traces where the burns used to be, all mottled indigo and black. He likes them better without, even with the scars on scars that laced him anyway.

He wraps them around her once more, squeezing briefly before letting go. "Ay, ay, Pyrope. ARMS IS ALL YOURS. Make preach at you again soon, my beloved."

He parts from her.