promptfic: o14, family

Ikora steps into the Hanger, losing herself to the hum and buzz of so many people and ships milling about, and the warm light spilling from the Gray Pigeon draws her immediately. Gold, purple, gray. Her heart swells. In the face of all the grief she’s lived through, the hope that rises in her chest at the sight each time tastes more and more beautiful.

The area in front of the Pigeon is unusually free of Guardians. Ikora is returning Amanda’s greeting, her smile bright as ever and her hands dark with grease, when a huddled pair of Guardians walks past her, heads bent, grins broad. They both pause to flash her a quick wave before diving back into their gleeful, quiet whispers and heading back towards the Courtyard.

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promptfic: uldren/jolyon, fingertips

Jolyon is awake the second Uldren slips back into their room. Uldren makes next to no noise as he strips off his cloak and boots and changes out of the rest of his armor, cutting a sharp silhouette against the dim, distant starlight that filters into the room. His skin is cool when he slides under the covers; his hands unerringly seeking out Jolyon’s waist; his lips ghosting a kiss over the nape of Jolyon’s neck, sending a warm burst of sparks over his skin.

“Well?” Jolyon asks.

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