( ortez fixed felix's rig as well as his own, regularly tuning up areas that needed patching or problems in the hud that he couldn't dissect himself. not exactly felix's area of expertise. felix was good with their ship, knew how to make that fucker purr in the frozen vastness of deep space, and that's how they lived their lives for years. trading off. complementing each other's strengths and weaknesses.
their relationship was straightforward. uncomplicated, like felix's knives and shields, until gates rose from a shallow grave and made it fucking complicated. he never told him. ortez said it once and never again, licked into the damp flame of his mouth like a secret or bullet, but felix never said it back.
he wonders if he knew.
why the fuck is he here, staring down at ephemera's arm? getting so goddamn close to him? asking him shit like he cares? the thought spikes through him like ice, blocking up his throat. he wets his bottom lip with his tongue and drops ephemera's arm, too sudden. he smells like steel and napalm up close. more appealing than the oil and gritty dirt. more familiar, too. )
Might wanna give it a try if your problem's localized in the HUD, then.
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their relationship was straightforward. uncomplicated, like felix's knives and shields, until gates rose from a shallow grave and made it fucking complicated. he never told him. ortez said it once and never again, licked into the damp flame of his mouth like a secret or bullet, but felix never said it back.
he wonders if he knew.
why the fuck is he here, staring down at ephemera's arm? getting so goddamn close to him? asking him shit like he cares? the thought spikes through him like ice, blocking up his throat. he wets his bottom lip with his tongue and drops ephemera's arm, too sudden. he smells like steel and napalm up close. more appealing than the oil and gritty dirt. more familiar, too. )
Might wanna give it a try if your problem's localized in the HUD, then.