Everyone shut up I'm head over heels for bloodhound apex legends, they are so fucking cute I-
reaction meme || accepting || @illusionage said: ✏ + reverse... one of them teaching elliott how to speak their native tongue. u choose
✏ = teaching them a different language .
It's something that he has asked them about before, what is means, how to pronounce it, and they indulge him. They send him voice clips, carefully pronouncing each syllable and he always comments how pretty they sound, flirting. Sometimes he sends a clip of his own but this time.... it's the first he is actually asking them to teach him, and so they do with a smile upon their face.
"Ég elska þig, my dear, do not rush. Take a deep breath and allow your tungu to feel the words before you speak," Bloodhound hums, voice calm and gentle in the wake of the frustration they can clearly see building within Elliott.
"I'm trying! I-" Elliott seems to cut himself off before he goes any further at the hand they place upon his shoulder. "Okay, okay, I got this- uh, Ég elska þig?"
Hound's answering smile tells him immediately he didn't quite get it right and he let's out a groan as they watch their boyfriend with amused eyes. "I'm never gonna get this right."
"You will, Sæti, you must give yourself time," They lean forwards and plant a kiss upon his cheek. The small action enough to bring a little smile to their love's grumpy expression. "Shall we try again? Remember, speak hægt and the words will come."
"Okay," Elliott clears his throat. "Ég elska þig."
This time when Hound leans forward they plant their kiss directly upon his lips. "Ég elska þig líka," they whisper agaisnt him. "I love you too."
#illusionage#tungu / tongue#sæti / sweetie#hægt / slowly#ég elska þig / I love you#ég elska þig líka / I love you too#calling upon nature's strength / ic. bloodhound#I fall only when the gods will it / v. main.#he touched me and it felt as if the stars were dancing across my skin // illusionage [bh]
reaction meme || accepting || @illusionage said: 回 hound!
回 = patching a wound
It is not often that Bloodhound is caught unawares in the arena. Their technology and good instincts insure that it is rare for anyone to get the drop upon them. However it isn't an impossible thing to pull off and Octane's quick nature is enough this time to pull up upon Hound in the firefight and after a brief engagement, shoot them up before dashing off again with a cackle.
Perhaps they should count themselves fortunate that the daredevil hadn't decided to try and finish them off but bleeding from their wounds as they were in admist of a fire fight they were like to die soon regardless. A few choice curse words in their native tongue are mumbled underneath their breath as they lean their head back and close their eyes. Their hope now that their squadmates would make out of this alive and revive them later.
They are shaken out of their reverie by the distant sound of footsteps vibrating through the concrete flooring and they open their eyes just in time to see Mirage kneeling beside them and stabbing a syringe into their chest. His face is a knot of concentration and there is blood they quickly recognize as not his own splattered across his front, as he checks them over for other wounds. His hand a flurry of activity as he patches them up, somehow gentle despite the high tension of having just been fighting for their lives hanging in the air.
He seems to sense them watching him because his eyes soon flicker away from his work to lock gazes with them. That knot in his expression seems to lessen some and he even smiles, something more private and small than the flashy grins he gives to the cameras and fans so often trained upon him.
"Don't worry, angel," he murmurs, the back of his knuckles grazing along their respirator briefly. "I got you."
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“I am the hunter the Gods have sent.”
bloodhound • technological tracker
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“Oh it most definitely means you’re cheatin’. My aim is always good – in sickness and in health. Whether I’m mad or laughing,” Boone protests, although his current laughing fit makes it painfully clear just how untrue his claim is. He’s good at many things but lying to Bloodhound isn’t one of them.
Bloodhound, ever clever, doesn’t keep their distance for long, charging forward and tackling him to the ground. “I don’t think you’re supposed to tackle people in snowball fights,” he argues, making no move to free himself from Bloodhound’s grasp. “But I suppose I’ll let you cheat this time. But only because you’re cute. Well, that and I’m cold now. Your aim is dangerously good.”
“Are you certain about that? Your aim and your laughter right now say otherwise,” It’s spoken between a breath of their own laughter and a wide smile of the like that only he could pull out of them. It’s true Boone’s aim normally was impeccable but in this moment of mirth for them both neither one of their arms remained true.
Even amongst the freezing cold of the snow, the laughter between them and Boone’s own body are enough to keep them warm as they look at each other, neither one of them making an effort to pull free. “There was nothing stated that tackling people was not within the rules, sæti,” they murmur as they lean down to nuzzle his damp cheek. They just couldn’t resist, not with how he is grinning up at them. “And even so, the war is now over and I have vinna.”
They move a moment later, a sharp breeze cutting through their little bubble and prompting them to roll off of him. Hound sticks a hand out in offering moments later, an olive branch so to speak, accompanied by a smile still. “Now. How about we go inside before we catch sickness, hm?”
reaction meme || accepting || @illusionage said: ▄ crypto!
▄ = telling them a joke .
Mirage is full of a variety stupid jokes, Crypto has found over the course of getting to know them. Most of them weren't good ones if you asked him, the sort of cracks that he would just roll his eyes at continue on his way for snap back with some witty retort to send the trickster scrambling to recover. He liked doing that and he had gotten good at detecting the rising heat underneath his brown skin no matter how Mirage might try to hide it. He was just too easy to poke at really.
The point being though that Mirage really liked his jokes. He cracked them all the time, when they were on the dropship, in the common room of the compound, during a match, in their text messages, everywhere. It sometimes made him wonder if the man knew how to not crack jokes and be serious for once. It was something he doubted on some days, others? Not so much.
He almost isn't paying attention to him now, busy surveying the valley below them for any potential threats as Mirage chattered away beside him. As good as he was at tuning him out though, he couldn't always block him out completely and as he came out of drone view, he managed to catch the tail end of another one of his jokes, some comment about one of the remaining squads. It is enough to pull a little curl of a smile out of Crypto, I quiet snort of laughter that he would deny until the end of time. But it was still there and he could see the grin that spread across Mirage's face as he turned away to get to his feet; the man was about to become insufferable.
"Gaja," he dilberately refused to look at him as he started to walk away. "We have wasted enough time here."
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“ when you’ve got a bunch of things flying around like cargo bots and stuff, you don’t pay a lot of attention to the shadows over your head! i was more looking around for people who would’ve shot at me! “ and there was no one there to shoot at him because he kept an attentive eye out and did not die, you’re welcome. although he. died a little bit later to the foot, so… point is! he didn’t die to someone shooting at him.
his hand goes to his ribs with a grumble, remembering the bruises he had sported for a while after. yeah, mirage distinctively remembers barely being able to bend down and reach out for things without a dull ache of pain. his lips press together, not wanting to admit that crypto’s right in the fact that it was. rough. “ hey, at least i’m a good patient to have, “ he mumbles, cross.
now, finally, mirage pauses, his face going slack. then, he spins hard on his heel and faces crypto. “ wait, wait, hang on! your entire thing is emp! i mean, your entire thing is hacking, but - emp’s one of the things your drone does! that’s… that’s what emp stands for, right - “
“Well maybe, just maybe, you should start paying attention to the shadows over your head? Tsk.... and you say you are one of the best out of us legends, yet I don’t see anyone else talking about being crushed underfoot-” It’s true, Mirage was the only one that got stepped on by the Levithan and it’s a fact Crypto has yet to let him forget about.
Perhaps he is poking the bear too much so to speak, but he couldn’t help it. Not at all. That smirk remains on his face until Mirage suddenly whirls around and points a finger at him; his expression going unreadable. He takes a moment to check if there are any cameras or microphones in the area, tapping through his neutral link with Hack to do so. Once he confirms all is clear he turns his attention back upon Mirage with a slow, knowing smile finally creeping back onto his impassive expression.
“Hmm... perhaps that is what emp stands for, I don’t know, you should probably google it later after the match,” it’s dangerous to mess around like this, he knows, but this is Mirage after all, and he soon moves to brush past him once again. “Like I said though, Witt, better watch your step.”
reaction meme || accepting || @illusionage said: ₪ for crypto!
₪ = asking them out for dinner .
He had been typing away at something on his tablet, barely glancing up despite Mirage sat beside him, chattering away. He hadn't really been paying much attention to be honest, but he got the sense that Mirage was talking to just to talk; as if he were nervous about something. What did Mirage have to be nervous about?
"So uh- I was thinking! I haven't seen you eat anything but noodle cups for like five days now- how does dinner sound?"
It took a moment for the words to process through his brained but eventually Crypto looked up, his brow all scrunched as he stared at Mirage's face. "Dinner?" He said slowly, as if still processing the words that had been said. "With you?"
"Yeah with me! I mean I guess I could just hand you the cash and you get dinner by yourself but... that isn't as much fun right?"
Crypto remained silent for a few moments more, silently considering the offer given while Mirage squirmed in his seat and tapped his fingers together. He didn't get why Mirage was offering this and something told him he would be given some excuse if he pressed further. It was true though that he hadn't had much besides salt filled noodle cups lately, and the thought of having something well... not that was very enticing indeed.
Going out for dinner with Mirage though? Was that worth it?
"...Eo, I shall join you for dinner then." He pretended not to notice the smile that immediately cracked open across Mirage's face like sunshine or how his heart seemed to beat a little faster as a result. "What did you have in mind?"
THAT NEW TRAILER I’M SCREAMING FOR ONE REASON AND ONE REASON ONLY.
HIM.
random pinterest quotes || accepting || @illusionage said: “i wanna spend the rest of my sunsets with you.” hound ..
A smille took over their face, as it often does when Elliott says such things to them. They were a common occurence, everyday he said something similiar and everyday he looked at them with that bright, adoring light in his eyes. It made them feel special, it made them feel warm, and it made their heart beat faster no matter how often he said such words to them.
They would never tire of these words, they are sure, and they gave him the same gentle smile that they always do. A scarred hand reached out to cup the side of his face and they could see the glitter, the question in his eyes as they closed the gap and pressed something gentle to his lips. Behind him the actual sunset peaked in beautiful deep oranges and pinks, casting a brillant halo around his figure that stole their breath away. For a moment they could not speak, caught up in his radiance and goofy smile.
"I pray that the tides of fate never seek to pull us away from each other," Bloodhound murmured close to his lips. "To spend the rest of my sunsets and beyond with you.... nothing could make me happier."
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“Good.” The sim retorted plainly, standing straight again and looking away. He could hear their disappointment but no SAD PUPPY ACT was going to get him to talk. Whether Bloodhound appreciated holding his interest or not, Revenant had no intention of explaining it.
They were perceptive. Maybe they would figure it out on their own sooner or later.
He moved away to drape himself into a seat on the couch. Nothing about the simulacrum especially fit in anywhere, but THE BEAST looked particularly out of place indoors, in the common areas. The sight of him on the couch had nearly the same effect as the sight of a full grown prowler in his place.
His gaze roamed over the room for a beat. “Where’s your bird?” He couldn’t imagine the raven would want to miss a trip out to the kitchen.
They watched him move to sprawl across one the couches that dot the common room. An especially odd sight to most but one that they had grown accustomed to. There was no hesitation in their movements as they glided over and perched themselves upon the arm nearby. A closeness many would not dare to take with Revenant in any capcity.
When the subject of Artur was brought up Bloodhound did not answer immeditaely, rather they allowed their eyes to roam over the room as the sim had before they they vocalized an answer.
“I do not know. Artur often goes out to hunt on his own and returns whenever he pleases. I do not always know when he intends to return.” Their Artur could be such a fickle creature, and moody as well, but their was fondness in their heart for the raven regardless.
“No doubt that he will return soon-” they continue. “Even though he hunts for himself, he remains greedy for the meals that I give him as well.”
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he did try to make something more… presenting out of himself, but with the medusa vines and michael… gods, michael. half of him doesn’t want to think about him right now, and the other half of him is drenched in worry. but nik tries to straighten, lifting his chin and focusing on the best hunter in all the outlands.
“ heard you were supposed to help find a cure soon. any news? “
@honorrwolf / starter call.
They regard the man standing in front of them, their gaze soft behind the veil of their mask. It isn’t difficult to see the stress and worry that Nik is under, even with his efforts to clean himself up, they can see it plain as day. They aren’t surprised, his child is sick in the hospital with a deadline placed too soon upon his life by the insidious medusa vines. He is far from being the only one at risk.
“Yes, we are to leave for Gaea shortly to acquire the specimens needed to make the cure.” They only hesitate for a moment before they reach out and place their hand upon his shoulder. “Worry not, your son will be safe. I will make sure of it.”
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“It is a compliment and a warning,” they clarify, take a few steps deeper into the alleyway. “Most bounty hunters are not as curious as me. They only care for money. Most bounty hunters would’ve killed you already. But I am not most bounty hunters.” The latter part is obvious, with them both in appearance and in skill level being vastly different than their peers. Remark made they follow him in silence, head on a swivel just in case there’s another bounty hunter hoping to make a move on him. Despite no suspicious people or signs of danger being present, the tension doesn’t leave their shoulders until they are inside Crypto’s hideout.
The offer of refreshment is unexpected and odd, but they chalk it up to it being Crypto’s method of defusing the situation. “Your offer is kind but I am fine,” they assure him. “We were not followed but you will likely still want to move after this.” Although they likely don’t need to tell him that… He’s been extremely good at hiding after all. “What information is so important that people wish you dead? It must be something quite horrible.”
‘But I am not like most bounty hunters’ talk about understatement of the year. Bloodhound outshines the other bounty hunters that Crypto has met by a mile, both in appearance and skill but also in temperament. They weren’t wrong to say most bounty hunters weren’t as curious as they, or merciful, to even give him the chance to explain himself... He can understand and recognize the chance he has been given and as scared and nervous as he is, he will do his best not to squander it. “I figured at much, thank you.”
Now that they are back at his place, Crypto’s nerves only seem to grow, manifesting in how his foot taps and his fingers twist, his eyes darting around to look at his meager belongings. He isn’t surprised when Bloodhound declines his offer for refreshments, a part of him had expected such a reply and he makes no move to make any drinks for himself. He wasn’t sure he would be able to stomach it right now with how it twists into knots.
Finally they ask him what it was that got this bounty on his head and he takes a deep breath, making an effort to make eye contact with them through their goggles. “My sister and I were working for the company actually, helping them design their drones and cameras. It wasn’t the best paying jobs but we grew up on the streets, in and out of our local orphanage so we were desperate for something more,” he begins explaining, doing his best to include everything they need to know. “But then we... found something. I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but we uncovered it when we were running diagnostics, some plan of theirs using their tech that would give them leverage against all their rivals. My sister thought we could use it for our own gain, sell the info to the highest bidder, I told her it was too dangerous. She didn’t listen and took the info anyway while I was sleeping. When I woke up it was to news reports about about my kidnapping and murder of my own sister and to a bunch of goons blasting down my door. I... barely escaped with my life, I don’t even know if my sister was so lucky.”
Crypto let out a shaky exhale, breaking eye contact with Bloodhound for the first time as a small, orange tabby slinks out of his kitchenette to wind itself between his legs. “That’s my story, there is nothing else that I can say, but I hope you believe me, if not...” he reaches down to scratch the cat’s ears. “Can you find Ye-Jin here a good home for me?”
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Where his head had turned away, the glow of his gaze shifted back to them, staring again. Maybe the tone in their voice. Maybe their words. Maybe hearing his name, modulated through their mask. Something about what they said made his systems run a little FASTER, work a little HARDER. The heat of his chassis threatened to betray just what EFFECT the hunter’s words had had on him.
BLOODHOUND WAS NOT LIKE MOST. Revenant knew that.
Optics were quick to lock onto the movement of their knife, whether out of preprogrammed reflex or genuine interest was difficult to tell. MAYBE BOTH. With the weapon tucked away, his systems were able to calm somewhat, and he continued to regard the hunter at their question - but when they had finished, the simulacrum’s head turned toward them again.
“If you are so honored by my interest,” leaning CLOSER until he could see his face in their lenses, “don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.” Apparently, though he would allow them to ask, that did not guarantee an ANSWER.
Their goggles that allow them to see the heat left in prints of both beast and man alike alert them now to the rising heat within Revenant. They don’t know why, but something about his response brings the ghost of a smile to their lips. It could be considered dangerous or perhaps even foolhardy engaging in this song and dance with what most would consider the devil himself. Perhaps they were right, Bloodhound could not find it in them to heed such warnings.
Revenant leaned in closer once again and once again they do not move. They could not sense any hostility persay, even with his refusal to answer the question that had been presented to him. Part of them had expected such a reponse, another felt the thrum of disappointment.
“I suppose you are correct, but I had my hopes that you would indulge me. Worry not, I shall not press you on the matter if you do not wish to say.” They do not hide the mild disappointment in their voice but continue to watch him carefully. Curious as to how he might respond.
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“Oh, nothing.” His deep voice feigned a casual tone. The perfect bit of alteration to create a sense of unease. It so chilled these skinsuits, Revenant found, when he even pretended the most shallow appearance of niceties. An old trick but a good one, Revenant thought. Create the pattern, disrupt the pattern, and go in for the kill.
Moments like these really made Revenant miss his mouth. The cheap replacement Hammond gave him in this body was truly made for nothing more than, what, reference? Comfort? An effort to indulge the human need for symmetry in the face? Who even knew anymore, who even cared? Point was, Revenant longed for the little touches even this many years later.
The simulacrum drew closer to the edge of the ramp, pretending to be a lookout. “Nothing at all, Tae Joon Park,” he commented, voice barely above a whisper.
He had already dismissed him, prepared to tune out his duos partner and hope another team came along quickly so that he wouldn’t have to talk with the Simulacrum anymore. Crypto could never quite tell what Revenant was aiming for during such moments, besides fear obviously, but it did leave him with a slight feeling of unease. He couldn’t know why, but he couldn’t shake the feeling there was something more to it this time.
The answer came soon enough in the form of a gravely whisper in his ear, a name that Crypto hadn’t heard uttered by anyone in a long time, Tae-Joon Park. He didn’t automatically whip around, didn’t reach to knock the simulacrum off his feet and bury the barell of his gun against his chest, but his reaction to those words was obvious. The way his whole body seemed to go rigid, wrought through with steel, and his grip upon his weapon became so tight his knuckles went white.
“...How do you know that name?” He practically spit the words out despite his best efforts to keep it neutral, his heart hammering away and his mind racing. He wanted to turn to look at the sim but he didn’t dare, not now, not yet.
nonverbal prompts || accepting || @illusionage said: ✦ hound! ✦ = being well-dressed .
"So how do I look?"
Bloodhound looks up from their book to study him carefully, their expression thoughtful as their eyes dragged over him. Elliott was dressed up in what looked like pressed brown slacks, a simple belt and a black shirt that sported a noticable dip in the neckline. Gold glittered at his ears and around his throat and his hair, they noticed, was carefully crafted in a slightly tousled style that was a little different from his usual style. His shoes were also shined to perfection and gleamed where the light caught them but their eyes did not linger there for long.
All in all he looked... well handsome beyond compare.
"Skítur, you really do know how to clean up nicely." Their voice is soft as they speak and they carefully set their book to the side so they could rise to their feet.
His answering grin is blinding like the sun. "Well I was voted one of Solace's handsomest, most handsom? Men after all! That plus I have had a lot of time to perfect every little detail."
They are standing in front of him now, close enough that it wouldn't take much to reach out to touch him. And so.... they do exactly that, reaching up to cup the side of his face gently, still drinking him in. They can see the question in his eyes, that gleam that tells them he is probably about to say something, most likely along the lines of 'like what you see?' Or 'gee hound do you want something? You are giving me quite the look' but they don't give him the chance. Instead they lean forwards and press their lips gently to his, a smile curving there. "Good luck at your photoshoot. You look wonderful and I know you will amaze them, you have already amazed me," They whisper against him before pulling away moments later.
It's enough to quiet him, for a few seconds anyway, and they stroke his cheek gently before stepping away. If they took more they might not be able to control themself and then they would only mess up his carefully constructed look.
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When his optics went dark and his biolights powered down and his chassis cooled, it was almost impossible to tell his sleep or unconsciousness from an EMPTY SHELL.
But to anyone who was there when all that happened, such as the hunter seated beside him now, it was probably obvious what was really happening, even though Revenant didn’t simulate BREATHING in his sleep like he normally did while conscious.
He didn’t stir when they moved. Didn’t stir when they leaned closer.
Only when their head came to rest on his chest did he wake with a short START, the bright white glow of his optics flickering back on and locking immediately onto the offending contact, processors whirring quietly in their HASTE to start back up - before slowly calming again. His false breath resumed. Chest rising, falling, with the inhale, exhale of nonexistent lungs. Revenant hadn’t startled enough to sit up and even now, awake again, HE DIDN’T MOVE. Didn’t push or yank Bloodhound away. Just stared for them.
“What are you doing?”
They regarded Revenant carefully, curiously as he powered down for his rest. He looked just as he did when he traded his shell for another and perhaps that is what he was doing, but had been present for such moments to know that he could quite possibily just be sleeping. He seemed to be comfortable enough with their presence to allow his guard down enough to rest while they were there, and they took care to keep a watchful eye over him.
Perhaps this was not necessary, as he had many shells such as this one, but they did it anyway.
Duitfully they watched over his slumber though the fingers of weariness soon curled over them as well and soon they found themselves shifting. Bloodhound did not think about what they were doing as their head came to rest upon the metal expanse of Revenant’s chest. Not exactly the most ideal pillow but it was comfortable enough. Their position meant that they were able to take notice immediately when his systems came back to life, the chest below them began to rise and fall and when they twist to look up they were met with the burn of his optics.
For awhile they simply stared, no effort made to remove themself from the position they were in, and Revenant did not push them away either. Just stared, waiting.
“I am resting.” They still did not move as they stared up at him. “Do you wish for me to move?”