don't feed me scraps from your bed

[Pilot Haddon]

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He grinned, brushing back the silver bangs that refused to stay clear from his eyes. When the door finally swung open, he had to squint, unused to the intensity of light pouring in. Though his gaze couldn’t make out details of Hybrid’s form, Pilot smiled with the knowledge that his partner was back for more. When he went away, there was nothing for the Crimson Dreams leader to look forward to save Hybrid’s return.



As the door closed with a soft thud, the light was reduced to its original quality. Though he still couldn’t make out large details, the golden gaze gave everything away. This wasn’t Hybrid. When Pilot was able to determine who exactly had trespassed into the dilapidated love shack, he stumbled backwards in panic, tripping over an abandoned crate and spilling onto the floor. The last time he had wandered into Inferni’s territory, Gabriel has chased him away with the promise of death if Pilot ever dare return. "He keeps me here," were the first words that came spilling out in a jumbled mess, as if it might somehow save his skin. Any real sense of diplomacy the boy had learned from his time in leadership was neglected now.

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