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[twitter prompt] shindrift - Lucent
Forget the Lightbearing Hive. Drifter’s gotten rid of plenty of Lightbearers before. It was these moths that were a fucking pain in the ass.
An arrow whizzed behind him, and by now Drifter knew well enough not to flinch as a bright white moth detonated some couple of meters away. A gust of warm humid air was all Drifter felt from that. He lowered his hand cannon.
“That makes sixteen,” said Shin, probably the only guy in the whole place having fun. He lowered Hush back to his side, finger still crooked over the taunt bowstring.
Drifter eyed the weapon. It was kinda weird seeing Shin with a combat bow. And Drifter would even say it was even weirder seeing Shin with one of his older weapons, but Shin had already gotten his hands on Malfeasance and Trust before. What was one more, really.
The finger over the bowstring twitched, the lock mechanism clicking in place. Drifter glanced up, meeting Shin’s own glance.
Moths aside, the whole bog shit was a pain in the ass too. It had the right kind of damp and glow that made Shin’s face a little sweat-slicked and his rumpled hair stick flatter to his head. Sometimes, at the right angle, the pulsating Hive membranes got Shin’s eyes to go all golden-tinged and amber. And he smelled like wet Hive rot.
It was probably the combat bow that did it. Made Shin look a little different. Elegant-like. Even with the Hive crap all over him.
Shin’s eyebrows went up in question. “What?”
Great. Nothing was better than getting hot and bothered in Savathun’s Throne Realm. If the Witch Queen was watching, Drifter hoped she was as disgusted as him by it.
He shot at some indiscriminating mark behind Shin. There was an unconvincing crack of bullet against cave rock. “Nothing. Just ‘nother moth.”
Shin turned around. “... Did you miss? Didn’t see any burst.”
“You didn’t see it?” Now it was Drifter’s turn to raise his eyebrows. “Maybe your Deepsight’s not deep enough.”
“Oh, I can go plenty deep.” Shin pushed past him, intent on finishing his own errands. He disappeared further into the cave, the squelching sound of Hive membranes popping as he illuminated the path.
“Damn. Wish you would,” Drifter called out.
Shin’s answering laugh was quiet, but the sound echoed — left Drifter listening after it before he remembered to get his feet moving to follow after.
Fuckin’ bog.
An arrow whizzed behind him, and by now Drifter knew well enough not to flinch as a bright white moth detonated some couple of meters away. A gust of warm humid air was all Drifter felt from that. He lowered his hand cannon.
“That makes sixteen,” said Shin, probably the only guy in the whole place having fun. He lowered Hush back to his side, finger still crooked over the taunt bowstring.
Drifter eyed the weapon. It was kinda weird seeing Shin with a combat bow. And Drifter would even say it was even weirder seeing Shin with one of his older weapons, but Shin had already gotten his hands on Malfeasance and Trust before. What was one more, really.
The finger over the bowstring twitched, the lock mechanism clicking in place. Drifter glanced up, meeting Shin’s own glance.
Moths aside, the whole bog shit was a pain in the ass too. It had the right kind of damp and glow that made Shin’s face a little sweat-slicked and his rumpled hair stick flatter to his head. Sometimes, at the right angle, the pulsating Hive membranes got Shin’s eyes to go all golden-tinged and amber. And he smelled like wet Hive rot.
It was probably the combat bow that did it. Made Shin look a little different. Elegant-like. Even with the Hive crap all over him.
Shin’s eyebrows went up in question. “What?”
Great. Nothing was better than getting hot and bothered in Savathun’s Throne Realm. If the Witch Queen was watching, Drifter hoped she was as disgusted as him by it.
He shot at some indiscriminating mark behind Shin. There was an unconvincing crack of bullet against cave rock. “Nothing. Just ‘nother moth.”
Shin turned around. “... Did you miss? Didn’t see any burst.”
“You didn’t see it?” Now it was Drifter’s turn to raise his eyebrows. “Maybe your Deepsight’s not deep enough.”
“Oh, I can go plenty deep.” Shin pushed past him, intent on finishing his own errands. He disappeared further into the cave, the squelching sound of Hive membranes popping as he illuminated the path.
“Damn. Wish you would,” Drifter called out.
Shin’s answering laugh was quiet, but the sound echoed — left Drifter listening after it before he remembered to get his feet moving to follow after.
Fuckin’ bog.