( He could claim it a slip of the tongue, a careless turn of phrase, but... Steak's not so wholly sure he buys that himself. There's something about how well everything in their existences have fit together that seems beyond simple good luck.
Perhaps destiny has something to do with all of this and they're merely along for the ride. )
... Why not?
( If it's bringing up memories, there's little Red Wine doesn't already know, and what he doesn't... well, it's probably okay. He's done nothing that would shatter Red Wine's perceptions of him, he doesn't think.
And the memory which flares to life when Steak's fingers brush the stone is one they both recognise. Tierra, aflame, caught in the destruction of war. The walls around them take on the hues of their last memories on the planet, smoke curling around the details lost at the edges of his sight. But Red Wine, Gingerbread, and their Master Attendant, are all lost to Steak's eyes, running on to get Master Attendant to safety.
There are too many damn Fallen Angels. And Steak, who has always stood tall and proud in the face of battle, feels his stomach twist in fear. There's no getting out of this. No chance that tomorrow, he'll wake up, sore and ready to argue with Red Wine, with Gingerbread scolding him for being careless and Master Attendant telling him to take some time off.
He always knew he would fall in battle, but when the day came, it felt all too soon.
The Fallen Angels tower over him, impossibly tall and bloodthirsty, and the world around him fades into light. )
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Perhaps destiny has something to do with all of this and they're merely along for the ride. )
... Why not?
( If it's bringing up memories, there's little Red Wine doesn't already know, and what he doesn't... well, it's probably okay. He's done nothing that would shatter Red Wine's perceptions of him, he doesn't think.
And the memory which flares to life when Steak's fingers brush the stone is one they both recognise. Tierra, aflame, caught in the destruction of war. The walls around them take on the hues of their last memories on the planet, smoke curling around the details lost at the edges of his sight. But Red Wine, Gingerbread, and their Master Attendant, are all lost to Steak's eyes, running on to get Master Attendant to safety.
There are too many damn Fallen Angels. And Steak, who has always stood tall and proud in the face of battle, feels his stomach twist in fear. There's no getting out of this. No chance that tomorrow, he'll wake up, sore and ready to argue with Red Wine, with Gingerbread scolding him for being careless and Master Attendant telling him to take some time off.
He always knew he would fall in battle, but when the day came, it felt all too soon.
The Fallen Angels tower over him, impossibly tall and bloodthirsty, and the world around him fades into light. )