One Shot | Cayde-6

Chapter One

The Lions Wake

     The sun shines through an open window in a fairly new apartment. Cream coloured curtains drape themselves over the sides of the glass, causing faint shadows on the hardwood flooring of the room. The walls are a dark evergreen green colour, giving off a faint earthy tone to the place. There is a muddy coloured sofa near the back of the room, with a side table not far from it, with worn out hardback books atop it. A few feet from the sofa is a glass top coffee table with rusted, cream painted metal legs.

On the wall across from the sofa are several big bookshelves, containing dozens of books for seven shelves on both cases. Between the cases is a wooden stool with an ancient record player sitting on it. On the bookshelf to the right, there are a few record albums encased in dark sheets of durable plastic.

A woman with pale blue skin sits with a book in her lap and her feet up on the sofa. Her hair barely reaches her jaw and is a dark indigo colour. Her eyes, which are a little bloodshot, are a very pale blue hue. Almost to the point of being white. Her facial features make her look permanently shocked, with full lips and big eyes that glow. There are what appear to be dark blue markings the same colour as her hair from her top eye-apex to the middle of her forehead, never once conjoining.

She licks her thumb and turns the page of her book, continuing to read before an obnoxiously loud banging comes from a few rooms away.

She jumps gripping the sides of her book as she mutters incoherently, pushing her bookmark into the folds of the pages before she stood.

"Hey, you awake yet?" A booming voice came from the other side of the door once she got there.

"If I wasn't I am now," She grunted as she opened the door. He stood there with his arms crossed and all his weight on his right side. If he could have grinned, he probably would have. His faceplate, which was a deep purple colour, wouldn't allow him to do so. His eyes glowed an ominous green colour and his inner jaw lit up orange when he spoke. An auto rifle had been strapped to his back against his red and orange armour, his helmet had a strip of fire from the tip of the chin, which stretched out to be the Iron Lords symbol.

"Oh, cry me a river, " he answered, as she moved to the side to let him in. He hung his helmet on a coat rack near the door, before proceeding in through the hallway towards a room past her home library.

His boots thudded against the hardwood flooring, which switched to a green and brown tile once he reached his destination.

Cabinets clung to the walls in an attempt to make it homier. A stove (what would be described as one) was nestled between cabinets as well. The countertop, which was a woody colour itself. A sink sunk into one of the countertops, with a few plates lying in the bottom.

She pulled herself to sit on one of the countertops, hooking her fingers under the edge. He leaned against the old fridge, watching her intently.

"Shaxx tell you no again?" He asked after a few seconds, tapping a finger against one of his gauntlets. She huffed in annoyance, glaring at the tile.

"I don't understand why " she hissed out, her voice laced with venom towards the crucible veteran. He nodded, encouraging her to continue. "He just.. Doesn't get it! Why can't I just go? It's not like it hurts me that much, and Ikora hasn't come to me like she said she would, and I'm dying to just... Do something."