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melusine0811 · 7 months

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The Space Between the Stars ch. 18

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“It already feels intimate, something she never thought she’d get used to in a million years, having another person stay in this room with her besides Beta, let alone touch her belongings. And the most disconcerting part is, she wants her to touch them. To trace them with her fingertips…to read them and to know her in a way that is even more intimate than being bare and entangled in one another.

She has come to realize that being known and loved despite everything is a different type of entanglement.

It’s as though Seyka has cracked open an ancient Aloy biography and is leafing through the frayed, disintegrating pages as she walks around, picking things up and looking closer, her hands trailing over Aloy’s timeline— jagged bolts of a thousand different decisions and consequences weaving infinitely over each other in a beautiful sort of chaos.

And then Seyka steps into it, with open arms, gladly swept away in the storm.

Unconditionally.

It’s as unnerving as it is…kind of wonderful, in a way that Aloy can’t even explain to herself.

“…and this? Oh, it’s a knife. The handle is carved beautifully…it looks Tenakth.”

“Fashav gave it to me, to serve as proof that I was permitted in the Clan Lands when I met him and the other Marshals at the Embassy. Before I became more…well known to them. Then I killed Grudda, and Regalla fled. I didn’t know Fashav well but he was a very good man. His loss has rippled through the Tenakth just as much as the Carja.”

By this time, Seyka has moved over to where Aloy’s first spear is lying. Seyka runs her fingers along it.

“Rost made that for me. The carvings, the beads…they’re all his handiwork. He made lots of things for me over the years. Toys, my first bow…”

Aloy looks down at her hands folded in her lap, still swinging her legs gently, anticipating what Seyka is sure to find next before she even gets to it. She nods in the object’s direction and winces at the pang bringing it to the forefront of her memory creates.

“On the shelf…that’s Varl’s Focus.”

Seyka has been pretty quiet in all this, and she scans the Focus with her own, bringing up an audio recording, with both Varl’s and Aloy’s voices.

“To think…it was just the two of us when we first stepped out west…”

“And now we have a team. A good one. And it’s all because of you, Varl.”

“Yeah! You’re right.”

“Smartass…”

Aloy laughs but also finds that hot tears are dripping down her cheeks, as the ramifications of all of this come crashing down. She takes Elisabet’s pendant out of her pocket, grasping it in her hand. Seyka stands in front of her, between her legs, pressing her forehead to Aloy’s. She cradles Aloy’s face with her hands, her thumbs stroking her cheeks, tears undoubtedly rolling down Seyka’s fingers.

It’s part of reality, now, that Aloy simultaneously feels safest in Seyka’s arms as she feels exposed.

Seen.

When a person has never been permitted to be vulnerable even once in their life, and it finally becomes part of their narrative---for Aloy it’s a gust of wind filling her lungs just as much as it’s drowning her.

It’s definitely not the first time she’s felt this. But Seyka would willingly hold out her arms, soaking up Aloy’s tears in the form of a tsunami without thinking twice as her hands travel Aloy’s body, soothing her with her touch. She kisses her tear tracks, tasting the salt on her lips, and she speaks softly.

“Aloy…your room is like a memorial. I know now why you rarely come in here. It’s haunted with memories. And it’s okay…to mourn.”

She tilts up Aloy’s chin and looks in her eyes.

“It’s okay to be in here. It’s okay to feel your pain. I’m here…and this is our place, now. You and me.”

All Aloy can do is nod, and breathe, swallowing past a small choke in her throat. Her vision blurs even more. Aloy can’t believe that Seyka is even here with her. That she’d asked her to come and she’d agreed to stay with her.

It all comes crumbling down as white heat rips through her chest, tearing the breath from her lungs in the form of sobs that are almost violent, and she pulls Seyka in with bruising ferocity, burying her face in the crook of her neck, her entire body trembling in the wake of her warring emotions. Relief, guilt, anguish, love, doubt, rage…they’re all there, rippling through her body in waves.

She then feels shudders running through Seyka’s body, too. She feels sure that the same emotions are soaking through her as well—for her own part and for her losses as well as for Aloy’s. The two of them being quite empathic with one another when it comes to emotions was something that had been established early on. She’d known back then, when she could poignantly feel what Seyka was feeling, that this was no ordinary connection.

Aloy is sure that Seyka is mourning her own recent losses, too. She knows that she’s grateful for her own reprieve, here in the form of the two of them wrapped in each other, which it seems like they find themselves like this every moment they have together when they’re alone— re-balancing and equalizing the other. Aloy is still seated on the desk, clutching the Earth pendant in her hand, arms still clinging to Seyka’s body.

The pressure in Aloy’s eyes reaches an unbearable level, and she attempts to breathe, however the short, staggered gasps start to take over—that tearing, clawing feeling creeping up her back, Varl’s voice in her head. The voice she hadn’t taken the time to mourn. Along with Rost’s. Images of both of them flip through her head, switching from one to the other in rapid succession.

She cleaves desperately at Seyka, who without flinching, is once again metaphorically holding her hand while Aloy leans into the pain. She leans into the grief with her when Aloy begins blaming herself heedlessly for everything that’s happened.

And considering how Aloy had woken up that morning, crying out for someone being taken from her…probably just a figment of her psyche but every dream still has meaning.

And then Seyka just kisses her. Kisses her brow. Her cheeks. Her nose. Slow. Letting each kiss and touch of lips trail softly to the next, brushing across Aloy’s skin. Aloy feels the pain gradually trickle out of her body with each successive kiss.

Seyka kisses over her puffy, swollen eyelids, paying special attention to them. She kisses the corner of her mouth, and then finally— Aloy’s breath hitches, and she catches Seyka’s lips with her own.

Time and again, their synchronicity astonishes Aloy, as Seyka assumes control, giving Aloy slow, lingering, hypnotic kisses that don’t lack in their intensity as they banish the tears flowing from the other’s eyes and they drown in each other, instead, small sighs and hums of pleasure emitting from their throats.

She tastes like ocean wind, Seyka. Like the sky. Like the morning when the birds wake, as she has been projecting pure light into Aloy’s life since the moment they met.

Seyka’s kisses become more desperate as she begins pulling and grasping at Aloy’s clothes, hands dragging up and down her sides as Aloy glides the tip of her tongue across Seyka’s bottom lip as it becomes even more frenzied, the heat from her breath scorching Aloy’s mouth. Each time their mouths separate and reconnect they unravel further. Their tongues meet, heat searing, sliding along one another as Aloy makes a whimpering sound she’s unaware she’s even let out until it’s suddenly hanging in the air.

It…does something to Seyka, who finally pulls back slightly, breathless, attempting to choke out words onto Aloy’s parted lips. She punctuates every few words with kisses.

“Didn’t…you say there are showers somewhere with actual hot water? I mean…we both kind of could use freshening up before we spend time with everyone, don’t you think?”

Aloy’s voice is barely above a whisper, and mostly consists of air pooling from her lungs.

“Mmm…don’t want to stop kissing you…”

Aloy opens her mouth, brushing the tip of her tongue against Seyka’s and then curls it back, her breath coming out in puffs along with Seyka’s, her mouth hovering just slightly away as they let desire build. She finishes her sentence, finally, lips against Seyka’s ear.

“…you taste too good. Don’t wanna stop. Want to go to bed…want to put my mouth on…other parts of you…”

Seyka’s breath hitches, but she reasons with her.

“Just because we’re in the shower doesn’t mean we can’t…do things…plus it will feel nice.”

Aloy kisses her again, and smiles against her lips.

“Agreed. See that door over there?”

Seyka looks at the small door near the one that leads out into the hub. It looks like a storage closet, and she nods, punctuating Aloy’s words with her own kisses.

“I have...a private shower.”

#seyloy #aloy x seyka #the space between the stars #chapter 18 is finally up!!#horizon forbidden west #burning shores

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kotaloy · 1 year

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every little piece

kotaloy celebration week day one: kisses

rating: G

words: <600

(this ficlet is also on AO3)

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Aloy has watched enough holos with her sister to know what happens next, but that doesn’t stop her heart from pounding.

Kotallo crooks a finger under her chin and tilts her head up; his intense concentration softens when she sucks in a breath.

It’s happening.

Who knew a simple request to go hunting together all those weeks ago would turn into late nights spent watching the stars, contemplating losses and the future of everything and the future of just them? Aloy’s confession that she felt safe with him had led to his arm around her shoulder, sure. She was slowly getting used to accepting casual touch from all her friends; why would Kotallo’s be any different?

But it was.

Late nights turned into early mornings, up with the dawn. Hunting in tandem, sharing the simple joy of being alive to enjoy the moment.

She has known for a long time that Kotallo is unlike anyone she has ever met. Or perhaps every piece of him resembles someone she cares or once cared about. The stoicism in the face of pain, like how Rost dealt with the loss of his place within the tribe. The passion when he fought, like Varl going all the way to Meridian and beyond to save his people and the world. Like Erend in his fierce, unwavering loyalty—to his tribe, his chief, his commander. And he even has pieces of her new friends, of her family. Zo’s level-headedness, Alva’s curiosity, Beta’s intelligence.

“Aloy,” he says into the quiet air. “What is on your mind?”

“You,” she breathes, her gaze dropping to his mouth. “I’ve never done this before.” Her heart rabbits against her ribcage as he leans closer; her eyes flutter closed as his breath ghosts over her face.

He doesn’t move, and her brow furrows just a little.

“But I want to,” she says, meeting his gaze again, and that’s when he presses his mouth to hers and—oh.

Oh.

Now she understands why people like this so much.

He’s warm and soft and so very, very present and here and this is happening. It’s happening, and she tangles her fingers into his braids, like he’ll disappear if she doesn’t, like she needs to ground herself in this moment or it isn’t real. But it is.

If Aloy was fretting before about what she needed to do, she needn’t have: Kotallo guides her as easily as he controls his own body in battle. Like it’s second nature, like they belong like this and of course he knows what to do. They were made for this.

Aloy surprises herself with a little whine as he pulls away, as his palm slides up to cradle her cheek, as his thumb strokes her flushed skin. There’s a lot of looking-into-each-other’s-eyes going on but she understands that too. She can’t get enough of him, wants to climb into his embrace and never let go.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, and leans in again to steal another kiss. Already he feels so familiar. So right. Like he belongs with her just as much as she does with him.

Some deep part of her would ruminate on two outcasts finding belonging in each other, if the higher functions in her brain hadn’t just fizzled out when his tongue slid over her bottom lip. That’s for later. For now, she learns to give and to take and to breathe.

And it’s perfect.

#kotaloy celebration week #kotaloy #fanfic #my fic #kotallo x aloy #kotallo #aloy #horizon forbidden west

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alecmac-writings · 1 year

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I have an idea for a Horizon: Zero Dawn fanfic, but I'mm not sure if I wanna write it or not. Let me know what you think.

It would be an Arranged Marriage AU fic that would take place before the proving. In an effort to prove to the Nora that he truly wants peace, Avad offers himself up for an Arranged Marriage to someone of their choosing. A majority of the Matriarchs figure this would be an opportunity to get peace and get rid of Aloy. In order to get her to agree they take Rost back from his life sentence. (You can't tell me she wouldn't say yes to marrying a stranger if she thought it would make her Father's life better.) Avad tries his best to make her comfortable and happy, he assigns Nil as her personal guard (Because I say so) who quickly becomes her best friend along with Erend and his sister. Seeing no other choice, she dives headfirst into being Sun-Queen. She slowly starts to fall in love with her new husband and her guard, who also happen to fall in love with each other.

There would also probably be a part where Avad and Nil take her back to Nora lands so she can see Rost, and she has to explain to them why a majority of the Nora won't speak to her or sneer at her and then she has to stop them from starting a war.

I don't know what do you guys think?

#fanfic idea #hzd #nil hzd #aloy #aloy hzd #avad hzd #niloy #horizon zero dawn #nil #hzd fanfic idea #hzd fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction idea #fanfiction

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nerd-artist · 9 months

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tag game (Horizon)

Thanks @singingkestrel for tagging me! This was fun!

1. ride or die ship (your otp):

Ereloy. When I first played HZD and Erend made his first appearance I didn't like him a bit because I prejudge him as the alpha male stereotype, but then the writers began to unwrap his layers, revealing the cinnamon bun inside him and I ended the game by being in love with that big Oseram and his mohawk. I shipped them then, when they had the two minutes conversation, but my obsession started with The Daunt reunion in HFW when he couldn’t avoid being upset because she left without saying goodbye, and then Aloy closing his wounds by defeating Asera in First Forge by his side, and Singularity with all those flirty lines and the side hug. I’ve always thought they were going to be end game (and I still hope we can choose that in H3). They care for each other so much, I can see them living happily together and I need to witness it.

2. most annoying ship: Ship and let ship. We’re all here to enjoy so if your ship makes you happy, there’s nothing wrong with that (unless they are sisters, that's it, that’s the annoying one for me).

3. second favourite ship: the second ship involving Aloy that makes more sense to me is Hawk and Thrush, and also involving the Sunhawk there is Kotalanah that has a special place in my heart (what can I say, they have chemistry).

4. favourite platonic relationship: I love the friendship between Erend and Varl there was so much complicity between them, makes me so sad that we only could enjoy it for a short time and now I hope we can see Erend having a similar relationship with Kotallo. Also Aloy and Zo, I need to see that friendship evolve even more in the next game, Aloy is going to need her wise advice.

5. underrated ship: This one is underrated mostly because it only exists in my head: GAIA/Gildun. Just imagine them having daily long-distance calls and then Gildun going to the base to meet her. The calculations GAIA is making at that moment let her know she is experiencing love and we can see her smile for the first time…

6. overrated ship: I don't know, I don't think there is one.

7. one thing i would change in canon: A lot of us agree, Varl’s death was unnecessary, Aloy had already lost Rost, she didn't need to lose a friend too to know how important people can be for her. Also, the way they wrote some characters in HFW and some plots in BS. But what I think is the big mistake is to have wasted the opportunity to make Aloy and Beta bond in Burning Shores, she could have been helping Aloy a lot more from the distance, giving us some cute sisterly moments. I hope they fix this in the next game.

8. something canon did right: A lot of things! That’s why I love these games! HZD is almost perfect, that game made me go through a roller coaster of feelings and I’ll never forget that.

Aloy’s personality evolution. You can clearly see the difference between HZD Aloy and herself at the end of HFW but it’s not forced, she learned through the way to get there.

The lack of prejudices. Obviously there are conflicts between tribes, mostly because of the different religions, but the Horizon world is showing us how humanity would be without racism and without homophobia, Guerrilla is doing a great job there.

9. a thing i'm proud of creating for the fandom PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART: I am very proud to be part of the Focus On The Heart team, a visual novel fan game. It is a huge project that I believe a lot of Horizon fans are going to enjoy when it’s done.

Also I’m proud of my Horizon’s characters as Greek Gods series of fanarts. I got distracted by other illustrations I needed to draw, but I plan to keep on doing them at some point.

10. a character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): Gildun! He is a light in the darkness, but I want to talk about Zo because she is also perfect and she is very underrated. She is fierce but she is also lovely. She joined Aloy although that meant to deny all her beliefs. She confronted the Utaru chorus in the past and she doesn't hesitate to do the same when it’s needed. We meet a very interesting character and I hope that the fact she is pregnant doesn't mean she is not going to have an important role in the next game because that would send a very wrong message.

11. the character I relate to the most and why: I never thought about this until now, but I guess I can relate to Beta, all the traumas of her past aside and I’m way more social than she is but... I work remotely and my hobbies are almost the same as my job so I’m always indoors in front of a screen, like she is (using her focus constantly). She is also afraid of a lot of things, which is essentially my everyday mood. I can relate to Erend sometimes because I tend to make fun of myself to hide my insecurities.

12. character(-s) i hate the most and why: AMADIS, but also, The Quen as a tribe (not talking about individual characters here), they have the best outfits and they are sailors, and that is great… it is their society which is very disgusting, nothing good could come if it’s inspired by a start-up structure. I also don't like Carja. Anything imperialist makes me wanna puke.

13. something i've learned from the fandom: I’ve learned what to be in a fandom means, this is the first time in my (long) life that I join one, I’ve been screaming about other games and series before but mostly to myself and to friends that didn't fully understand me, to be able to talk freely about blorbos (a word I didn't knew existed until last year) with the lovely people I’ve met it’s truly a relieve. Also I think (and I hope🙏) being in this fandom and this obsession is helping me improve my English.

14. three tags i seek out on ao3: friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending, it’s not unrequited they’re just dumbasses (and some others I don't want everyone to know 😉).

15. a song i strongly associate with my otp/favourite character: I come with knives by IAMX, I can see Aloy singing it to herself to stop her from having meaningful relationships.

tagging: You don't need to answer if you don't want to (sorry if you have already been tagged) and everyone is welcome to do it although you haven't been tagged @sorbetowl @meg-noel-art @chloefraazers @kittleskittle @hartlesshart @emtazer @xxxhellfireravenxxx @bookmancer-legendarium @boobaloof (edit because I wanted to tag @artekai too and I forgot 🥲)

#tag game #horizon forbidden west #horizon zero dawn #horizon fandom

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iamthedukeofurl · 2 years

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Horizon Forbidden West Thoughts Pt 2.

Once again nobody cares, but nobody can stop me. I really hope we get some DLC or something with more Beta. Beta shows up about midway through the game, but we don’t get a lot of time with her, and that’s a shame, because there is so much potential. Like, firstly, how Beta as a character reflects on Aloy. As much as Aloy rightfully shit talks The Ceo for thinking himself Ted Faro Reborn, Aloy very much sees herself as Elisabet Sobek Reborn. Elisabet Sobek saved the world, and then when she couldn’t do that she created Zero Dawn. When GAIA 1.0 needed a hero, it spat out a clone of Elisabet, and without Beta it’s super easy to buy into that take where Elisabet Sobek is kind of this All-Purpose World Saving Hero, and Aloy is basically just “Elisabet Sobek, if the world needed a warrior rather than a robotics engineer”, rather than her own person. Aloy is shocked that Beta doesn’t share her outlook despite sharing genes, because Aloy attributes the best parts of herself to somebody else, and assumes that Beta must just be Herself, but with less physical training. Once they make up, decide to start recognizing each other as Sisters, you also get some genuine emotional intimacy between the two of them, which is something the game otherwise lacks. Aloy spends the first game as an outsider, except to Rost, who is raising her with the goal of her one day joining Nora society and not being allowed to talk to him anymore. She has plenty of friends, but, at least in Forbidden West, basically all her companions are a little too busy being in awe of her to properly connect or challenge her at all. Beta’s first thing upon waking up is to tell Aloy that she’s too far behind and that they’re all doomed. Making that connection with Beta forces Aloy to really examine herself and open up in a way that nobody else does. To everybody else, Aloy is that unstoppable badass who knows how to save the world, and they’re generally either just trying to get her to help them, or trusting her to know, we get to see Aloy pulled out of “Hero Mode” for a while. Finally, Beta herself represents a really fascinating possibility. All of Aloy’s other allies, in one form or another, are Very Capable at Horizon-world fantasy adventuring. Even Alva, who was expecting to have Quen soldiers to fight for her, is pretty good at the whole run-jump-climb-fight robots routine. Watching Beta show up with none of that skillset, no exposure to the world of Horizon, but the full knowledge of the old world encoded in Apollo, and seeing how she develops has a really interesting potential. Here we have somebody who can’t shoot a bow or swing a spear, but whose understanding of technology dwarfs even that of our resident smug techno-wizard Sylens. I just want to watch what happens if you unleash her onto the world.

#horizon forbidden west #horizon zero dawn #beta #HFW spoilers

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peachyaliien · 2 years

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Had this idea for a while so I wanted to share it (even if i’m sure it has been done already but heh). I just felt like doing something cute and wholesome (in a Dean way)...

Also tagging the amazing @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone ♥

Reblogs and comments appreciated!!

Going on a roadtrip with Dean Winchester would include...

Feeling like you are finally free from the hunting, away from all the deaths and torture you both endured. Feeling like two teenagers deeply in love, free to do whatever they want during summer break and just enjoying life.

Singing at the top of your lungs old songs together, going from Guns n Roses, to Led Zeppelin and Survivor.

Stopping at convenience stores to get supplies, food, drinks and snacks.

Stopping by touristics spots all around the country, like the Roswell UFO Spacewalk, and enjoying the urban legends around some of them.

Flirting with each others like the first time you’ve met, telling each others bad jokes and puns, making each others laugh and enjoying each other’s presence like it’s your last days together.

Laying on the top of the impala to look at the clouds or the stars together. Your bodies close to each others, fingers intertwined together as you’re holding hands.

Camping together. Dean stopping the Impala in a quiet peaceful spot, making a little campfire so you can make s’mores and rosting marshmallows. Him putting his leather jacket around your smaller frame, his arm around your shoulder, holding you close against his chest while telling you stories about his childhood. As well as wanting to hear more about your interests, your hobbies, your dreams, you. Because even if he doesn’t always say it outloud... you are his light of hope in this damned world.

A whole lots of kissing. Kissing your knuckles while driving, blowing you kisses while glancing at you, kissing his cheek when he’s driving more slowly on the peaceful road, passionnate kissing when he can finally park his car...

As well as long passionate love making sessions in the back of the impala, allowing the both of you to take your time to enjoy the feeling of your warm hands on each other’s body. Some times even making love on the top of the impala, depending on your moods and needs...

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spielzeugkaiser · 3 years

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I am a one-trick-pony!! :D

#geralt of rivia #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #jaskier #the witcher netflix #the witcher #the witcher con #that is it for today folks #I want them to rost each other!!!

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felrend · 2 years

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Once the events of Gemini happen, Aloy decides to go against her natural reflexes of running and instead decides that she will hold each of her squad as close as she can to her heart. She’s never over bearing about it, but they all notice how hard she’s trying. I can picture Aloy finding ways of getting closer with each of member of the Gaia Gang that reflect them individually and spending one-on-one time with them:

Aloy begins gardening with Zo. At first she finds it time consuming but begins to find comfort in getting her hands dirty in the rich soil of the Earth and watching as little sprouts grow. She never realized how much she liked stopping along the road and picking new plant seeds to bring back to Zo. Aloy is even more excited when Gaia can finally release some of the seeds from Demeter and making the journey to Plainsong with the exciting news. She wants nothing more than a full harvest to welcome the baby with.

She sets up a spot in the archive room where she can dig through data with Alva and also sets up an additional spot for Beta. The three of them always have a good time but Aloy is delighted when she gets alone time with Alva. They share funny stories of when they first discovered certain holo’s and she loves listening to Alva’s theories about the old ones or which equipment they can try to recreate for this new world. Aloy is always a little sad when Alva has to go back to Landfall and is dreading the news of when the Quen are finally ready to travel the Delta. So Aloy really savors the moments she has with the Diviner. Even though she has secretly been talking to Gaia about finding a way to go with Alva (if requested). Aloy has a sneaking suspicion that the Quen are going to need her help and she would do anything to keep Alva safe. She’s already got a plan as to why she would need the rest of the squad to come with her too.

Aloy stumbles across Kotallo mixing paint and asks if she can help him and if he would teach her. She’s very happy when he agrees. They tend to paint little details on the new pots that Zo has made or armour that is needed for the Marshals or even the Sky clan. They can sit alone in silence or exchange stories from their home lands where Aloy learns that many of the Tenakth actually request the aid of Kotallo when it comes to the designs of their armor. He is very proud of this and finds that he has other purposes for the clan other than fighting. She can’t help but peek up at him and finds that he is either at ease with himself or full of joy as he paints and Aloy finds it so endearing. She adds her own flair of course, including some Nora designs in honour of Rost and Varl. The Marshal nods in approval and even adds his own take on the Nora triangles to the paintings around the base. He leaves this as a surprise for his Commander and he can’t help but peek around the door when Aloy finally arrives to see his work. Kotallo probably gives her the biggest smile she has ever seen when she comes into his room and gives him a hug. She’s also very pleasantly surprised that he accepts the gesture.

Erend truly surprises Aloy the most. He loves to cook! How did she not know this about the Captain of the Vanguard? She feels a little cheated at first but that doesn’t last long as Erend teaches Aloy his favourite recipes. She’s grateful that Gaia chimes in on their private channel to inform her that his notes are being recorded so she can surprise him later on with a meal. Even when he doesn’t have a tool, he goes and makes one in his room. Erend has more talent than he gives himself credit for and she makes a point to compliment him. He’s always very embarrassed but by the blush on his cheeks, she can tell that he’s flattered. They both start to implement more vegetables in their diets and Erend makes sure to cook a special dish for Zo (or whoever asks). Aloy is always happy to bring some of his food with her when she has to travel and can’t wait to bring back new ingredients for him to try. Aloy can’t help but laugh though when he puts too much spice on his food to try and keep up with Kotallo’s pallet and his face goes just the slightest shade of red when no one is watching. Aloy is happy to continue this new tradition with him.

Her sister is the one person Aloy makes a point to spend the most time with. Beta is even more socially awkward than Aloy is and she has to remind herself of that. Beta is discovering who she is and the things she likes in this new world. It’s still scary and overwhelming at times, and Beta isn’t afraid to let her sister know when she’s had enough. The biggest thing that Aloy learns from her sister is patience and she’s honestly so grateful for that. This isn’t some machine that Aloy can power through to get to where she needs to go. She has to sit and help build up her sister’s confidence and reassure her that she’s doing a great job. Aloy holds her hand and is outwardly affectionate towards Beta, something she didn’t expect to come so naturally. In time they learn that Beta likes to sew, always patching up armour and finding new ways to enhance everyone’s gear along with Alva. Beta makes funny faces and sticks her tongue out when she doesn’t quite like something that Erend has cooked. She discovers that she’s not as crafty with paint (or combat) like Kotallo is. But Beta loves to sit and sing with Zo, her face lighting up when she almost hits the same notes as the beautiful Utaru, of course with her own pitch that compliments the other well. At first Aloy is reluctant and a little overly protective of Beta, even with her friends. But as she sits back and watches them interact, she realizes that everything was worth it to get to this point.

Every day Aloy visits Varl, she will never fill that hole that he left behind. But he’s closer than she could ever realize. It’s the noticeable change in Zo’s body as their child grows and the excitement of a new member joining them, the laughter in Erend’s voice as he tells her of Varl’s wild night in Meridian. It’s the respect Kotallo shows as he tells the Tenakth about the Nora Brave who scarified everything for their cause. And it’s in Beta, who thrives every day because of him. Aloy plays some of the vids he captured on his focus and the others join when the weight is too much to bare on her own. She allows herself to grieve and pays homage with the Nora blue streaked across her face in battle. He’d probably laugh at her, but he’d be honoured that she would embrace Nora tradition in some way.

I can never write a small post, can I? Now I’m going to sit in a corner and cry lol!

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The Breakfast Scene - Full Transcript

More scene transcripts to share. This is the entire cutscene following Aloy leaving the art gallery, all the dialogue available from the dialogue wheel, the ending cutscene, and the short transmission from Tilda post-cutscene. I’ve also added basic scene descriptions for my own notes (some of which could be up for interpretation), as well as some screenshots I found interesting.

CUTSCENE

The vault door opens, Aloy slowly walks up the stone steps (there are about 30 of them, more deteriorated the closer to the top). She has to cover her eyes with her hand, palm out and fingers splayed, as she takes the last 10 or so steps, as bright white sunlight is blinding her. It makes the figure waiting appear even brighter for a moment.

Tilda: “There you are.” A tiny smile. “Feeling better?”

Aloy: “How did you find us at the Cauldron? And what did you do to everyone right before I passed out?”

Tilda: Raises her hands slightly, only a few inches up from where they hang at her sides, appeasing. Gives an awkward smile, like a grimace. “All business, I see. Well, suffice it to say we were keeping a very close eye on HEPHAESTUS, knowing we would need it at some point.”

Camera cuts to Aloy, who is watching suspiciously. “Your ruse didn’t fool us. And as for my little trick…”

Camera cuts behind Aloy’s shoulder, placing each of them in frame. She looks around the scene before returning her gaze to Tilda. “It was an overload of the senses, accompanied by an energy discharge. Gerard and Erik were only momentarily disoriented, due to their shields. But it-” she grimaces, “it rendered you unconscious while I got you out. Perhaps some breakfast might steady you a bit?” gestures to the table.

Aloy: shakes her head slightly before walking toward her, turning a slow half-circle to look around the house as she goes. Meanwhile, Tilda is walking toward the table. “This was your house - the one you recreated for Beta in the Data Channel you shared.” she says while still looking around.

Tilda: standing at the table now, “How perceptive of you. Please, this way.” Gestures to the table again.

Aloy: shakes her head harshly, “After everything your people (she points one finger toward her) have done… You think (gestures broadly toward the table) I’m just going to sit down and have a chat with you?”

Tilda: her hand on the back of her chair, “They're not my people. They never were - and especially not now.”

Aloy: walks toward the table, points to the sky, “You shot off into space with them. And lived with them for a thousand years (her hands move up and down to emphasize her words) before coming back. Lifts hands in a questioning gesture, then puts one hand on the table to lean against it.

“So what made you suddenly turn on them?”

Tilda: Lifts closed hand toward her own chest, steps toward Aloy. “Quite simply… this.” Lowers her hand to reveal the focus.

Aloy: “My old focus. You repaired it…”Looks at her in confusion, then steps back as her eyes dart around, “But that means you’ve seen…”

Tilda: “Incredible things. What you’ve accomplished, in two decades of life?”

Gestures to pull red and blue holograms from the focus to float directly between them.

Image 1: Child Aloy aiming her bow.

Image 2: YA Aloy sliding under the watcher.

“A thousand years at my back, and I haven’t even come close.”

Image 3: Rost, smiling with pride. Aloy’s eyes flicker, but she seems to look through the image directly at Tilda. “I’m sorry if I invaded your privacy,”

She lifts her other hand to dismiss the images, covering the focus and drawing it back toward her chest, “but I had to, in order to understand. To be enlightened.”

“You truly are,” she sighs, “Elisabet's blood.”

Turns to walk back to her chair. “With her drive. Her sense of mission. Her integrity.” As she says this Aloy is looking away from her. “Watching all this shamed me for the company that I’ve kept.”

She is looking down toward the water, but then quickly turns her head to face Aloy again. “Having seen it, all I want is to help you.”

Aloy: “Even if it means stopping your friends?”

Tilda: “Especially so. Please.”

She gestures to Aloy’s seat, “Sit down.”

She only sits once Aloy does. “There.”

She pours herself a cup from the pitcher, “That’s better. Now… we must recover Beta and GAIA at all costs.”

Aloy picks up and bites into an apple.

“By now you must know that Gerard intends to use GAIA to reboot the Earth’s biosphere…”

She sips from her mug,“...remaking this world to specifications that would only suit us immortals.”

Aloy sits down the apple.

Tilda steeples her fingers, “This process will kill every living thing on the planet.”

Aloy sips from her mug.

Tilda cups her hands together near her mouth, “He calls it “a clean install.”

Aloy: “Not if I stop him first.”

Tilda: “Not if we do. And once he and the others are gone, we can work together to fulfull Elisabet’s dream.”

Aloy looks away from her, her fists are clenched on the table.

Tilda looks toward the Zenith base, “I’m sure Beta told you that there’s a build of the APOLLO database on board our ship?” She looks back to Aloy. “A complete collection of human knowledge. With that, and GAIA, we could do everything Elisabet wanted.”

Aloy leans toward Tilda slightly.

“Heal the biosphere. Educate the people of this world. Uplift them.”

Elbows on the table, she holds both hands up and out, “Create the world she imagined.” Her voice is softer.

Aloy: clears her throat, leans back slightly. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

Shifts and braces both her hands on either corner of the table. “From what I’ve seen, your friends are invincible.”

Tilda: “I do wish you would stop calling them my friends.”

Places both hands down on the table, spread wide, mirroring Aloy.

“And they’re not invincible. In fact, a friend of yours has found a way to defeat them.”

Aloy: Now hunched over, arms folded slightly, putting more of her weight on the table. “Sylens?”

Tilda: “Oh,” stands, “he’s been a busy bee.”

She steps toward the railing, “Building an army powerful enough to crash through Gerard’s precious base.”She grips the railing.

Aloy: looking down, “Regalla and her rebels…”

Tilda: looks back at her for a moment but turns her face when Aloy looks at her.

“Even now, she’s preparing a final march on the Tanakth capital. When she wins,” she looks toward Aloy, “she’ll have the entire tribe under her control.”

Aloy looks away.

“Hundreds of warriors and machines to throw at the base.”

Aloy shakes her head slightly, then looks back at Tilda.

“She’s been duped. They’ll all perish, of course.”

She steps toward Aloy, “But it should be enough to break Gerard’s defenses and allow Sylens to kill him… along with all the others.”

Aloy: “Using the new weapon he's developed.”

Tilda: walking toward her but looking out to sea, toward the sky, “Yes. He’s found a way to circumvent our shields.”

As she steps closer, Aloy visibly turns her head, following her movements. “Truly an exceptional man. He’s planned for everything.”

She begins to walk around Aloy, touching the back of her chair. Aloy watches her for as long as she can, then leans forward, away from her. “Except you and me.”

As Tilda rounds her chair, Aloy turns her head to watch her and leans to the side, further away from her.

There’s a moment of silence where Tilda is standing with her hand on the chair, looking down at Aloy as Aloys looks up at her, holding eye contact, then she removes her hand and strides back up the length of the table. “You see, while his army is battering down Gerard’s doors, you and I will sneak in through a back way.”

She sits back down. “One that only I know about. While Sylens and my “friends” are busy battling each other, we’ll take back Beta and GAIA.”

Aloy is looking at the table, contemplatively.

“I told you I want to help you. I mean it.”

Aloy nods very slightly, looking thoughtful, cuts to full frame, dialogue wheel.

MY FOCUS

Aloy: “My old Focus - how did you find it, let alone repair it?”

Tilda: “When we encountered you at the HADES Proving Lab, Gerard saw you as redundancy. I knew better. You were a revelation. After your dramatic escape-”

She stands and steps toward the railing, “bravo, by the way-”

She holds up the focus cupped in her hand, almost seems to be fiddling with it while looking down at it. “Gerard and Erik assumed you were dead and gave up the hunt.”

She looks toward Aloy. “I wasn’t so sure. When the others were busy I returned to the lab and searched for any trace of you.”

Takes the focus from her palm, holding it between her index finger and thumb. “That’s when I found this little treasure.”

Lowers the focus slightly to look at it. “Not easy to repair, but certainly worth the effort. As I watched your life unfold…”

She looks up at Aloy. “You were like a splash of color on a worn canvas. What Lis was…”

At the name, Aloy jerks her head up to look at Tilda, “and more.”

Aloy: glares and points,

“Did you show it to the others?”

Tilda: waves a hand dismissively, “Of course not.”

Steps behind her chair, grasping it with one hand while gesturing toward Aloy with the other, “It was your actions that inspired me to defy them.”

Both hands on the chair now. “It’s worth noting that if I hadn’t found it and watched its contents, I wouldn’t have known to save you at the Cauldron. You’d be dead.” She moves to sit back down.

Aloy: spreads her arms out before bracing her hands on the edge of the table again. “So I should be grateful?”

Tilda: sitting sideways, head bowed slightly, lifts her head fully to look at Aloy, but quickly sweeps her gaze down and back up her form. “If you like.” She is completely blank-faced.

WHAT ABOUT YOU?

Aloy: “So, you know all about me. What about you?”

Tilda: “What would you like to know?”

Aloy: “Well…” She moves her hands to grip both corners of the table again. “Start with your life on Earth.”

Tilda: “When I was eight, terrorists flooded my home city. Thousands drowned, my parents included. I was one of the few who survived. My guardian-” a sardonic huff, “sent me to boarding school.”

She lifts her mug and cups her other hand around it, shifts to sit sideways. “Among my peers, I was the strange girl - the orphan to be avoided.”

Looks down, hand toying with the mug. “All because of circumstances beyond my control.”

Looks back up, out toward the sky, then toward Aloy.

Aloy: “Oh.” She’s smirking, snorts a little. “So we’re a lot alike, huh?”

Tilda: Sips her drink as Aloy is speaking, “Aren’t we?”

Moves to set mug her on the table. “You were an outcast, but you didn’t let that stop you from getting what you needed. Neither did I.”

She crosses her legs, and places her hands on her knee. “I climbed my way out of desolation and used my wits to build a fortune. First from the technical analysis of art and the detection of forgeries - profitable expertise in those days. But as it turned out, the software I developed was even more useful for counter-intelligence. From there, it was only a short step to gathering extremely valuable intelligence on my own.”

Aloy: places arms on the table, leans forward, “You were a spy?”

Tilda: “More like a service one could turn to for information. I had to remain anonymous, of course, to protect my privacy. But despite that anonymity, Far Zenith inevitably sought me out.

JOINING FAR ZENITH

Aloy: “What happened when Far Zenith approached you?”

Tilda: “They painted an irresistible vision of humanity’s future. One where we need not fear illness or death. Where we explored the furthest reaches of the stars and thrived. It was only later that I realized that they only intended to bequeath this future to the rich and powerful. By the time I finally figured it out, the walls were closing in. Faro’s machines were devouring the Earth. So I accepted Far Zenith’s invitation to a berth on the Odyssey.”

Leans forward to place her hands together on the table, looks away. “I wanted Lis to come. But she had nobler plans, as you well know.”

THE OTHER ZENITHS

Aloy: “So you didn’t know the other Zeniths were monsters until it was too late?”

Tilda: “I- I knew some of them were, certainly. It wasn’t until we were off-planet that I understood the true scope of their greed.”

Stands up, and paces. “I was grateful to simply be alive. But the others became obsessed with a kind of effortless immortality.”

Now standing behind Aloy, who has turned her head to watch her movements. “They built a colony where machines serviced their every need, where any memory - or fantasy… could be endlessly savored in virtual reality.”

Looks toward Aloy for a moment, shakes her head. “It wasn’t life. It was stultifying… a pampered dream-state. As the decades passed, I withdrew more and more. Alone, yet again, but this time with eons to consider my mistakes.

Walks around and back toward her seat. “Now, finally, having met you - I feel like I have a second chance.”

Aloy: sits back, lifts her hands in a questioning gesture. “To do what?”

Tilda: sits back down, “Help you, of course. To fulfill Lis’ dream, which isn’t so different from Far Zenith’s original vision-” Points both index fingers toward Aloy, “A better future for humanity.”

ELISABET

Aloy: “So you knew Elisabet? What was she like?” This is the first time her tone of voice is softer, not so sharp.

Tilda: “Lis was… Everything she was, I see in you. And more.Your ingenuity, your determination, your moral compass.”

Aloy looks away, purses her lips, almost shakes her head, before looking back.

“You’ve managed to distill her greatest qualities and make them your own.”

Aloy: Lifts hands in a stopping motion “I’m not asking about,” motions to herself, “me.”

“Tell me about Elisabet. What was she really like?”

Tilda: back straight, looking down slightly, hands in lap, “The honest answer is that I don’t actually know.” Her voice is very soft. “For all the time that I spent with her, she always kept a part of herself locked away. It was like that from the moment we met.”

HOW DID YOU MEET ELISABET

Aloy: “So, when you met Elisabet, she was… what? Distant? Aloof?”

Tilda: “Not aloof. Not exactly. It was a summit in Paris about machine learning - a touchy subject in those days…”

Stands, “...because regulatory authorities were just starting to clamp down on AIs. Lis gave the keynote address. She had already achieved great renown for her work in automated environmental reclamation. But in her address, she was just starting to imagine the next step… an AI-driven system that wouldn’t just act on its programming, but actually take responsibility for its sphere of influence.”

Aloy: “To care about life, not just follow orders.”

Tilda: “Revolutionary stuff. I was fascinated. And I wanted to meet her for a long time. I watched her after her talk. She had spoken with such moral authority - such empathy - but after that, she retreated.”

Sits back down, “I could tell she felt uncomfortable with all of her admirers. It was as if giving the talk had cost her something. I didn’t want to be a pest, so I planned my approach carefully.”

YOUR APPROACH TO ELISABET

Aloy: “So how did you finally approach Elisabet after her talk?”

Tilda: “I picked the right moment, the morning of the next day, right as she came back to the conference. She had just had her coffee. She was fresh, rested. It was like she had braced herself for the onslaught of colleagues.”

Grabs her mug, shifts to sit sideways, legs crossed, holding her mug near her chest, “I asked if I could walk with her, then put forth a question about her talk that I thought was intelligent.”

Laughs softly, “Her answer made me realize it wasn’t.”

Aloy shakes her head slightly, looking down and to her right.

“But she was very welcoming, almost as if we were previously acquainted. It was only halfway through the conversation that I realized she knew exactly who I was. It was quite a shock to me. My business was trafficking in secrets, and I took great pains to protect my anonymity. So that was Lis - perpetually one step ahead. I came to view our meeting as a metaphor for our friendship. She always seemed to know me far better than I knew her.”

Aloy: “I guess I know the feeling.”

BETA

Aloy: “You said Beta’s not in urgent danger. So what are the Zeniths doing to her?”

Tilda: “Putting her to work, merging HEPHAESTUS with GAIA. A difficult, time-consuming task, as I’m sure you know. They will compel her, if need be, but her life is not in danger. She’s the only one who can do it.”

Aloy: “Because you people made her to be nothing but a tool.

Tilda: “Gerard's idea - not mine. They always viewed me with suspicion when I attempted any form of kindness towards her.” Gestures toward the house, “That’s why I created the Data Channel - a virtual place where we could speak in peace.”

DATA CHANNEL

Aloy: “So this channel you shared with Beta - none of the other Zeniths ever found out about it?”

Tilda: “Gerard believes he’s the most cunning of all of us. Even after a thousand years, he still can’t imagine that I would outwit him. The channel allowed me to interact with Beta away from their mistrustful eyes. It offered us a chance to be ourselves.”

Aloy: “Until you cut off all contact.”

Tilda: “Yes, though it pained me. I was worried that our meetings would do her more harm than good.”

Aloy: makes a sweeping gesture, “She felt like you tossed her aside.”

Tilda: “I was afraid the others would find out and punish her. She may not have had the comforts of friendship anymore, but at least I ensured she was safe. I know it seems harsh, but you must believe that her well-being has always been paramount to me.”

THIS PLACE

Aloy: “Why did you make the Data Channel look like this place?” Gestures toward the house.

Tilda: “I built this house as a shelter to weather any storm. A safe space, not just for me, but for the art stored below. Cultural artifacts of incalculable value - truly some of the greatest achievements of human civilization.”

Aloy: “And you wanted Beta to see them?”

Tilda: “Yes. Her upbringing was so cold and technical. I thought if she could experience Vermeer and Rembrandt it would bring something else into her life… a heritage every bit as valuable as the scientific and technical data being drummed into her. I’m sorry I had to cut off contact. But I’ll never regret sharing this house with her. She needed its shelter even more than I did.”

THE ZENITHS’ PLANS

Aloy: “Beta told me your colony was destroyed. That you came back to Earth because you had nowhere else to go.”

Tilda: “It’s true. After we reached our destination - a planet in the Sirius star system - we spent decades building a new home. The physical constraints of Earth, the boundaries of mortality… gone.” Raises hands in a poof gesture. “To think of what we could have done with it. It might have been a Utopia.” Leans forward with spread arms and raised hands. “Instead, we stagnated, absorbed in effortless comforts and virtual realities.” Stands up, “It took a cataclysm to finally yank us out of our stupor.”

Aloy: “What happened?”

Tilda: turns toward Aloy, “A massive geological event.”

Turns back to face the railing, “We knew of instabilities in the planet core, but we underestimated them. By the time the collapse was upon us, it was too late to stop it. Only a few of us made it to the ship in time. We set course for Earth, the only safe harbor left to us.

Aloy: “Which you decided to make unsafe for anyone else.”

Tilda: Not me - Gerard. He believes it's better to wipe the canvas clean than work around the smudges. No more primitive tribes. No more combat machines.”

Aloy shakes her head as she’s speaking, Tilda moves to place her hand on her own chair,

“Only a blank slate to do with as he pleases. But we will stop him.”

Sits down, “All we have to do is get into that base.”

THE ZENITH BASE

Aloy: “What exactly is your plan to sneak into the Zenith base?”

Tilda: gestures to bring up an opalescent holographic map over the table “We will make use of a lesson I learned from an early age: always know your exits. In this case, a place where Gerard’s new construction meets the ancient foundation. A passage that only I can access.”

A pulsing red dot appears, “When Sylens flings his army at the base, we will enter through this back door, bypassing most of the fighting.”

The map disappears, “The distraction will provide us with a window in which to rescue Beta and GAIA.”

BETA’S LOCATION

Aloy: “Once we’re inside the base, where will we find Beta and GAIA?”

Tilda: gestures grandly to bring up the map once more, “Here, in the command center. By then, GAIA will have been reunited with all of its subordinate functions - including HEPHAESTUS.”

Aloy: “What about the alpha build of APOLLO on your ship?

Tilda: “A simple matter of recovery once the others have been dealt with. With that in hand, we’ll have everything,” Gestures to dismiss the map, “we need to make this world as it should be.”

SYLENS

Aloy: “How do you know about Sylens’ plan?”

Tilda: “He isn’t the only one adept at spyware.” she smirks.

Aloy: “You hacked his Focus?”

Tilda: Gestures dismissively and sits back, “No. He’s too careful for that. But his subordinates - (‘hah’, a laugh) not so much. He gave additional Focuses to the tribals he branded as the “Sons of Prometheus.” By tapping them I learned about most of his dealings: The distribution of override technology, the arming of Tenakth rebels, and a secret pact with Regalla to attack Gerard’s base.”

Aloy: “But how did he come up with a weapon that can take down your shields?”

Tilda: “That’s the one thing I haven’t been able to figure out. But however he did it, I’m quite certain it will work. With it and the Tenakth army, victory seems to be within his grasp. Such a shame he’ll be disappointed.”

THE TENAKTH

Aloy: “Regalla’s only interested in killing Hekarro and waging war on the Carja. What does she have to gain by attacking the Zeniths?”

Tilda: “It’s the price she must pay for her war.”

Aloy stands up, puts her back to Tilda, slowly places her hand on her chair

“Without the ability to override machines, her little rebellion would’ve languished in the desert.”

Aloy: now fully turned toward Tilda, “So she trades with the Sons of Prometheus. Machines to help her overthrow Hekarro…”

Tilda: “In exchange for an assault on the base. Pride has deluded her into thinking she can actually survive such a battle. And all without really knowing who the Sons of Prometheus really answer to.”

Aloy goes to sit back down. “Yet for all of Sylens’ brilliance, still he underestimates you. That blind spot will allow us to take Beta and GAIA right out from under him.”

Aloy: “While hundreds of Tenakth are cut down outside.”

THERE MUST BE ANOTHER WAY - CUTSCENE

Aloy: stares at Tilda hard before standing and walking away from her, speaking to herself, “First Varl, now Hekarro and the Tenakth.”

Tilda takes a sip from her mug behind her.

Aloy, turning with her side to Tilda, facing the water, “Your plan would wipe out an entire tribe.”

Turns to face Tilda fully, “There has to be another way.”

Tilda: “We are in an admittedly desperate situation. But I assure you, there isn’t.”

Stands up as well, then walks toward Aloy, who now has her back to her, “Remember Zero Dawn.”

Aloy turns toward her as she gets closer. “Elisabet’s sacrifice. Sometimes many have to die for a new world to grow.”

Aloy: turns and places her hands on the railing, says to herself, “If it looks impossible, look deeper.”

Bing, idea face, “Wait.”

Turns to face Tilda, “The Data Channel.”

Steps toward her, “It still exists, doesn’t it? I need you to open it. Let me talk to Beta.”

Tilda: Looks at her a moment before shaking her head and looking away, “Impossible. We might be detected.”

Aloy: “It’s worth the risk. There is another way. One where the Tenakth survive.”

Tilda: Tone soft but firm, “But we won’t, if the others-”

Aloy: Points at Tilda then jabs her finger downward, “If you wanna help, open it.”

They stare at each other for a long moment, until Tilda turns and raises her arms overhead quickly, causing that opalescent hologram to coat the space. Aloy looks around before finding Beta and walking over to stand in front of her.

Aloy: “What are they doing to her?”

Tilda: “Virtual reality dissociation. The manual merge of HEPHAESTUS will take hours upon hours of tedious micromanagement. If she resists the work, they run simulations to induce feelings of isolation and despair.”

As she’s finishing her sentence, Aloy skirts in front of her to get to Beta. She kneels down beside her.

Aloy: “Beta, can you hear me?”

Beta: “You’re alive. They’re watching me. I can’t hold up this extra projection for long”

Aloy turns to find the extra projection and quickly moves toward her as

Beta: “You should have killed me.”

Aloy: No! No, look at me.”

Bends her knees to get closer to her, in front of her “I’m coming for you - I promise. Okay? I just need you to hold out a little while longer and work on the merge.”

Stands fully, looks at Tilda, then kneels down to whisper to Beta. Tilda walks toward them but stops about six feet away.

Beta: “Then I think it can be done.”

Aloy: “I’ll make contact again when it’s time. Can you hold on?”

Beta: “As long as I know you’re coming for me, I can endure anything.”

Aloy moves to touch her before she stops and drops her hand, then turns to face Tilda. Stands and walks away from her as the hologram fades out. Tilda walks toward her.

Tilda: “All right. I did as you asked.”

Aloy looks back over her shoulder at her.

“Now I think you need to tell me what you’re planning”

Aloy: turning around fully, “I’m going to take Sylens’ army away.”

She smiles, “I don’t need it - only the weapon he made to penetrate your shields.”

Tilda: “And how do you propose to get it? Ask him nicely?”

Aloy: “Without Regalla and her rebels, he won’t have a choice. We’ll be his only option.”

Tilda: “Only option for what? What did you tell her?”

Aloy: “That - is between me and my sister.”

Tilda works her jaw ever so slightly.

Aloy: “We’ll be Sylens’ only option for crashing that base. I’ll tell you the rest later. But first, there are a couple of things I have to do.”

Tilda: “Oh? And what are those?”

Aloy: “Lay my friend to rest. And then I’m going to use the override that Beta gave me at GEMINI to put an end to Regalla’s rebellion… from the air.”

She turns to walk away.

Tilda: reaches a hand toward her, “Wait.”

Aloy turns her head.

“Since you insist on doing things you’re way, I know of something that will truly help you make a grand entrance with the Tenakth.”

Aloy turns fully.

Tilda brings up a hologram of a Horus, Aloy takes a step toward it, “The ancient Horus Titans still possess electromagnetic energy cells as part of their arsenal. Drop one of those on Regalla’s army and they’ll receive quite a surprise.”

There’s a moment of silence between them, with Aloy only tilting her head to acknowledge her.

Tilda: “So go, do what you must.”

She starts to walk past Aloy, but pauses to face her, “I’ll come to your base if you manage to bring Sylens to the table.”

Aloy: “Not if. When.” She smirks a little.

Tilda tilts her head slightly, then walks down the stairs toward the vault as Aloy walks away, further into the house.

POST-CUTSCENE

Tilda: “Just to let you know… I’m now patched in to your Focus network.”

Aloy: “Great. I take it the other Zeniths can’t hear us?”

Tilda: “Of course not. And they don’t know about your base, either, in case you were wondering. I’ve sent you data on the Horus energy cells you can use against Regalla’s forces. Reach out to me when you’re ready to acquire one.”

Aloy: “Understood.”

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This little (I say, looking at the word count being almost 2500 words) bit contains MASSIVE spoilers for everything up through Wings of the Ten in Horizon Forbidden West. PLEASE proceed with caution and understanding that if you haven’t completed those late-stage quests, you’ll spoil yourself pretty hard for some of it.

Also does this fandom like angst and almost-smut? God I hope so.

Also also thank you for every like, reblog, and comment---they seriously make my day. Bestie is cackling her mad little heart out over my shock each time someone interacts. Y’all are fabulous. Story below the gif.

Varl’s gone.

It’s been a week. A week since he stood between Beta and the Zeniths, a week since Erik plucked him from the ground like he was nothing more than a pebble.

Now we’re havin’ fun, right?

She shivers under the warm spray of water in the shower stall, the cold dread of that moment settling like a swinging Thunderjaw’s tail in her stomach—heavy and large and painful.

It’s been a week. A week that feels like a lifetime, right now. She was rescued by a Zenith and taken to the woman’s former home, fixed an override for Sunwings, and saved the Grove and most of the Tenakth tribe by flying in the same way the Ten apparently had. She’d watched Kotallo bury his spear in Regalla’s chest before she could even open her mouth to ask for a weapon to do it herself, after their challenge had ended with Regalla on her knees, and Aloy had told her she couldn’t leave her alive.

There. Blood for blood.

She’d been able to see the fury and pain in his eyes still—his fellow Marshals, slaughtered at Regalla’s command. His arm gone when he tried to save a friend, who didn’t make it in the end. All of them, avenged at last.

And then she’d put an ultimatum to Sylens, that he come and face her in person, and help them win, now that his army was gone.

How had it only been a week.

The new normal in the base was… quieter than she liked. She missed practically begging her friends not to try to kill each other every other day—especially Zo, when she talked about sparring with Erend.

Erend had been so kind, this week. He’d brought in new plants for Zo, and helped her water them all. Helped her tend the garden. Even stopped playing his favorite music as loud as he could get away with, and asked what she wanted to listen to instead.

Sometimes, it was easy to forget that Erend and Varl had become such good friends over the course of the preparations for the Battle at the Alight, and in the time following, when she’d left. But seeing the way Erend mourned him… there was nothing that could blind her to it now.

She’d caught Kotallo out at Varl’s grave too, upon his return to the base after Regalla’s death. Kneeling in front of it, head bowed, mouth moving. She hadn’t been able to make out the words, but she could feel the loss he felt even without hearing them.

Varl had been good at making friends everywhere.

Sliding down the glass wall, she curls her arms around her legs, sobbing as the grief hits her all over again. She hasn’t cried like this in… so long. Not even when she visited Rost’s grave. She probably should have, but there had been so much to do, and so many lives counting on her. At least, that was how she’d rationalized it at the time.

But the truth is, there’s still so much to do. And now it’s not just Meridian and the Sacred Lands being threatened—the entire world is dying, and if she fails… she dooms them all, every tribe and culture and people across the entire globe, everyone she knows and so many more she’s never seen, met, heard of. All of them are counting on her, even if they don’t know it.

Elisabet couldn’t let her emotions overtake her this way, when the world depended on her to make sure life found a way through.

But now she’s here, crying in the shower, and she can’t seem to stop herself.

“Aloy?”

The sound of Kotallo’s voice on the other side of the glass wall makes her jump, and she curls tighter around herself.

Her Focus beeps, and she sighs, pressing it. “I’m fine,” she says.

There’s silence on the other end. “You’ve been in there an hour,” Kotallo says at last. “I… worried.”

Closing her eyes, she exhales hard. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“I didn’t mean to rush you. I just—”

“It’s no rush,” she says. “I need to get out.” She cuts the connection, stands, and turns the water off. When she pulls back the curtain that had been hung between the stalls, tucking the long towel around her body, she’s not sure if she’s relieved or upset to find Kotallo has left.

But then she turns the corner toward her room and runs straight into him. His hand flies out to steady her as she clamps her hand on the towel to keep it in place, and looks up into his eyes.

They look so pained, the way they had when they met at Stone Crest and she gave him her condolences for the loss of his fellow Marshals, and his arm.

He swallows hard as they stand there.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers at last. “I did not mean to intrude, earlier.”

“I know.” Her voice is low, and a bit hoarse.

“I’ll be in my lab, if you have need of anything.”

She nods, but when he starts to let go of her, something inside her heart feels like it snaps.

What was it GAIA had said, after Varl and Zo had practically run to their room after a dangerous mission and not come out for nearly a full day?

I believe this sort of intimacy is considered life-affirming, after escaping from a dangerous situation that could very well have resulted in death.

She grabs the leather of his armor, holding him in place. He watches her, waits, but doesn’t bring his hand back up to hold onto her.

Life-affirming.

She wants something life-affirming. Something to remind her that there’s not only death and heartache in the world. Something to remind her she’s alive, not just existing between crises.

She’s pressing into him quick, quick enough he reacts instead of anticipates. His arm holds her close, even supports her weight when she pulls herself up to wrap her legs around his waist. He turns then both, and her back presses against the cold, metal wall. She gasps just above his mouth, his face so close now.

He doesn’t close the distance.

“What are we doing right now?” he whispers, panting a little. A shiver ripples through her at their closeness.

“Something life-affirming,” she says.

“Aloy—”

She presses her face closer, and he shifts back just a bit, supporting all of her weight with his one hand now.

“Please,” she breathes.

His eyes close, and then he’s carrying her to her room.

The lock clicks behind them with a simple command from her Focus. He sinks to his knees on her pallet bed, his hand releasing her slowly and she slides down against it. She looks along the lengths of their bodies, then back up at his face.

He watches her, then sits back on his heels. His head falls back, face pointed to the ceiling, and she listens to him breathe slowly.

“Kotallo?”

He doesn’t answer.

“What—”

“Not like this.”

Frowning, she scoots until she’s sitting up. “Not like what?”

He looks at her then, and she sees the war waging in his mind. He wants her, but he won’t let himself be with her. “Not like this,” he repeats, voice rough. He takes another breath. “You’re grieving. We’re all grieving.” He shakes his head. “This isn’t how you want to do this.”

“You don’t get to decide what and how I want something.”

He bows his head. “Then it is not how I want to do this.”

She blinks a few times, turning those words over in her head. Her face flushes hot, and she draws away.

“Aloy—”

“I’m sorry,” she says, sliding from the bed and pacing away from him. She’s clenching the towel tight between her fingers once more. “I…” His hand on her arm makes her look at him again.

He blows out a breath, shaking his head. “I’m sorry.” His hand comes up to her face, fingers and thumb daring to touch her chin, her jaw. In the time they’ve known one another, she’s learned there’s so much more to him than just brutal warrior. She’s seen his kinder side first hand, over and over. But this, this tenderness, this is something new even now.

“Why? You didn’t…” She doesn’t want to finish that thought.

He closes his eyes, hand falling away from her face. “We have both suffered losses. I do not want…” He exhales hard and steps back, just a little. “I do not want either of us to look back on something that should bring us joy, and be met with the grief that we’re both feeling right now.” He looks at her again—the hurt still lingers so close to the surface. He mourns Varl harder than she’d realized, and coupled with the losses at the Embassy, it’s no wonder. Probably worries for Beta, too, and GAIA. And the Grove… he lost people there, when Regalla attacked. Even Regalla herself must weigh on him—she had been his fellow Marshal after all, a friend, until her rage drove her to rebellion. It’s easy to hate what someone has become, and still long for what they once were.

She steps closer to him again. Slowly, she slides the fingers of her left hand along his cheek. He catches her wrist, but doesn’t stop her—he just holds onto her gently as she cups his cheek.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers again.

He gives her wrist a careful, reassuring squeeze. “As am I.” He lets her press into him completely then, his arm sliding around her shoulders and through her still damp hair. His chin rests on the top of her head, and she closes her eyes.

They stay there for several long moments, until she steps back. “Thank you, Kotallo.”

He presses his fist to his heart, and says nothing as he moves through her room to the door. She doesn’t watch him go, but she hears the door slide open, then shut again, and the lock click into place.

Getting dressed is quick and easy, but she lingers in the room, absorbing what he’d said.

I do not want either of us to look back on something that should bring us joy, and be met with the grief we’re both feeling right now.

Her attention is drawn to the Focus on one of the shelves in her room.

Varl’s Focus.

She’d asked Zo if she wanted it, but she said no. Not yet. She wasn’t ready to see what he might have seen. At the time, Aloy had wondered if she meant she hadn’t wanted to watch Varl die, over and over.

Now, though…

Now it feels like maybe, she wasn’t ready to see all of the happy times while she’s still so fresh in her mourning.

She takes a few more minutes before she goes to the door, dressed and composed once again.

Erend is pouring a few mugs of ale to go with the steaming cup of tea he has ready—the tea goes to Zo, and he hands Kotallo one of the ales. Alva sniffs at the one in front of her like she’s not sure about it, but she doesn’t want to offend anyone by not partaking if their culture expects it.

They clink their mugs gently, and Zo does the same with her tea, and Aloy just watches for a moment.

Erend sees her first, and raises his mug toward her.

She nods and comes out into the common area. “Is it alright if I join?”

Zo smiles. “Always.”

She settles in between Zo and Kotallo, and Erend hands her an ale. “So. What are we drinking to?”

Erend shrugs. “Anything you like.”

She thinks on that, then says, “How about to… having friends who love you.” She looks at Alva, and Zo, and Erend, and then finally Kotallo.

His expression doesn’t betray anything, but she swears she can feel the flicker of longing in him still, smoldering between them.

“To having friends that love you,” Erend echoes, and the others do the same. She taps her mug to theirs, and drinks.

Kotallo catches her eyes again, and nods. She looks down at her ale, trying not to blush too deeply.

When he steps outside an hour later, she waits only a moment or three before following him.

She finds him at Varl’s grave again, though he’s silent this time as he sits and watches the night sky. Stepping up as quietly as she can, she settles beside him.

His deeds were worthy of the Ten.

“Will you tell me something,” he says, voice as quiet as a night breeze, “if I ask you a personal question?”

She looks at the candles flickering all around them. “Probably.”

He’s quiet again for several moments, then asks, “How do the Nora go about courting one another?”

She looks at him then, blinking several times. “You want to know Nora courting customs?”

“Mmm.” He nods. When he looks at her, the pain and remorse has eased a bit.

“Why?”

His smile is fleeting. “Shouldn’t it be obvious?” He looks back at the sky. “It is not a lack of desire that stopped me, earlier.” He looks down at the ground between him and Varl’s grave. “In truth, I gave into too much of it, I suspect.”

She licks her lips slowly, considering that—the way he’d held her, carried her to her room, been poised just above her before pushing away and stopping them both.

“But I find my control lacking more and more, when I am unprepared and caught by you.” He huffs a small laugh. “I only hope I have not… broken anything between us.”

“No,” she says. “No, you haven’t.” A long slow exhale beside her makes her relax too.

“Praise the Ten,” he whispers, turning to look at her once more. “I don’t think I could bear that.”

Reaching for him gently, she slides her fingers along his jaw once again. He leans his face into her palm, and this time his hand slides up to cover her own.

“I wish we had more time,” she breathes.

He meets her eyes. “We shall make time.” That too-brief smile comes back again. “When we defeat the Zeniths.”

“That means we both have to survive,” she says.

His face turns in her hand, his lips soft against the calluses on her hand. “I intend to,” he says. “There is so much about you I still don’t know—and that I want to learn.”

That promise makes her shiver all over.

They’ll see this through, fight like hell to make it out the other side of the coming battle. And then they’ll find a way to make the time they so desperately want.

They deserve that chance.

#Horizon Forbidden West #Kotallo #Aloy #Kotallo x Aloy #Brief mentions of most of the others #Angst #Sort of? I mean yes but also hopeful?#Idek at this point #Death TW #Death CW #Canon deaths mentioned

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melusine0811 · 8 months

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The Space Between the Stars- ch. 18

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She has come to realize that being known and loved despite everything is a different type of entanglement.

And then Seyka steps into it, with open arms, gladly swept away in the storm.

Unconditionally.

It’s as unnerving as it is…kind of wonderful, in a way that Aloy can’t even explain to herself.

“…and this? Oh, it’s a knife. The handle is carved beautifully…it looks Tenakth.”

By this time, Seyka has moved over to where Aloy’s first spear is lying. Seyka runs her fingers along it.

“Rost made that for me. The carvings, the beads…they’re all his handiwork. He made lots of things for me over the years. Toys, my first bow…”

“On the shelf…that’s Varl’s Focus.”

Seyka has been pretty quiet in all this, and she scans the Focus with her own, bringing up an audio recording, with both Varl’s and Aloy’s voices.

“To think…it was just the two of us when we first stepped out west…”

“And now we have a team. A good one. And it’s all because of you, Varl.”

“Yeah! You’re right.”

“Smartass…”

It’s part of reality, now, that Aloy simultaneously feels safest in Seyka’s arms as she feels exposed.

Seen.

“Aloy…your room is like a memorial. I know now why you rarely come in here. It’s haunted with memories. And it’s okay…to mourn.”

She tilts up Aloy’s chin and looks in her eyes.

“It’s okay to be in here. It’s okay to feel your pain. I’m here…and this is our place, now. You and me.”

And considering how Aloy had woken up that morning, crying out for someone being taken from her…probably just a figment of her psyche but every dream still has meaning.

She tastes like ocean wind, Seyka. Like the sky. Like the morning when the birds wake, as she has been projecting pure light into Aloy’s life since the moment they met.

It…does something to Seyka, who finally pulls back slightly, breathless, attempting to choke out words onto Aloy’s parted lips. She punctuates every few words with kisses.

“Didn’t…you say there are showers somewhere with actual hot water? I mean…we both kind of could use freshening up before we spend time with everyone, don’t you think?”

Aloy’s voice is barely above a whisper, and mostly consists of air pooling from her lungs.

“Mmm…don’t want to stop kissing you…”

“…you taste too good. Don’t wanna stop. Want to go to bed…want to put my mouth on…other parts of you…”

Seyka’s breath hitches, but she reasons with her.

“Just because we’re in the shower doesn’t mean we can’t…do things…plus it will feel nice.”

Aloy kisses her again, and smiles against her lips.

“Agreed. See that door over there?”

Seyka looks at the small door near the one that leads out into the hub. It looks like a storage closet, and she nods, punctuating Aloy’s words with her own kisses.

“I have...a private shower.”

#seyloy #aloy x seyka #the space between the stars #horizon forbidden west #please share

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o-s-adnana · 2 years

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📄🖋🍁

It's autumn.

I'm sitting in the garden on a chair writing this. And what's the point? Probably no one will see it. But the whole landscape envelops me, overwhelms me with emotions that I have rarely felt. It's strange. I can't take my eyes off the notebook. The notebook on which the pen slides easily and on which the words appear harder than in my head. My fingers run through my hair. It's soft, silky. I washed it last night and then looked out the window, planning to sit here today and write. My lips press against each other, as if without my due.

I look around. The whole earth is covered with leaves. There are yellow leaves, brown leaves, from time to time you can also notice a red leaf from the pear tree next to me. Some green leaves have also fallen. It's weird. What secrets will they hide? Did they get tired of clinging to the branches of the trees or did they want to be with the other leaves? Hmm ... the other leaves ... I mean the orange, brown, yellow and red ones ... they're not dead. They don't look dead for me. To me they are the same bright and lively leaves. But why did they look like that now? Maybe they got tired? I imagine hanging on the branches of a tree for so long is tiring. Maybe that's why the green ones fell, they were tired. However, they do not seem to have much rest even now, due to a wind that appears from time to time and takes them elsewhere. But why only a few of them? It doesn't fly them all, just in some places. To have talked the leaves with the wind I feel right now, taking my hair in front of my eyes so I couldn't see what I am writing. This is also possible. Adding only from time to time and taking only certain leaves, it is possible. They may not have liked the place where they fell and asked the wind to move them elsewhere to at least enjoy their stay while they had time. However, the way it moves them is different from any other. It lifts them gently from below, spins them in the air like a pirouette in a dance for two, moves them gracefully as in ballet steps from left to right, then by an even more elegant twist lets them down. Sometimes it takes several leaves at once and they end up dancing with each other, some parting on landing, others staying together, tied together forever as a couple who have just declared their love at the altar.

Here I broke the thread of these thoughts. I got up from my chair and went into the house to get dressed in something thicker because I was cold. When I came back I tried to redo that thread. It wasn't hard. I looked in front of me and saw the freshly plowed land. It had a brown color combined with a little gray. It looked sad. Without its green ornament and without the flowers it wore as decorations, it looked naked. Just a seedling on which lay a few vegetables, waiting to be picked. Yet something about it was different, appealing. I still don't know what; how does it combine with the carpet of leaves? That border that was becoming less and less visible, more and more leaves settled easily? It's possible. It looked as if the sea merged with the sand or as that line we all made with the pen in the second grade, which we passed by hand and spread the ink, joining it with the rest of the white page of the notebook. I'm still not sure what, but something about this landscape somehow takes me back to my childhood, 10 years ago.

I stayed a while. I looked around. So many things I could talk about and yet my page is at the end and the pen runs out of ink, so I'm going to end here. I will stay in the same place, admiring the image given to me, but you can continue your day by reading other things, probably much better than what I wrote.

I am sorry if my english is bad. It's my second language, but anyway here is the version written in my language:

Este toamnă.

Stau în grădină pe un scaun scriind asta. Şi ce rost? Probabil nimeni nu o va vedea. Dar tot peisajul mă învăluie, mă copleşeşte cu emoţii pe care foarte rar le-am simţit. Este ciudat. Nu îmi pot lua ochii de la caiet. Caietul pe care alunecă uşor peniţa și pe care vorbele apar mai greu decât în capul meu.

Degetele îmi fug prin păr. E moale, mătăsos. L-am spălat aseară după care m-am uitat pe geam plănuind ca azi să stau aici și să scriu. Buzele mi se presează unele peste altele, parcă fără cuviința mea.

Mă uit în jur. Tot pământul este acoperit de frunze. Sunt frunze galbene, frunze maro, din când în când mai poți observa și câte o frunză roşie de la părul lângă care stau. Mai sunt căzute și niște frunze verzi. E ciudat. Ce secrete or ascunde? Oare au obosit ținându-se de crengile pomilor sau or fi dorit oare să fie alături de celelalte frunze? Hmm...celelalte frunze... Adică cele portocalii, maro, galbene și roşii...ele nu sunt moarte. Nu-mi par a fi moarte. Pentru mine ele sunt același frunze luminoase și pline de viață. Dar de ce arată așa acum? Poate au obosit? Îmi imaginez că atârnând de crengile unui copac aşa de mult timp este obositor. Poate din cauza asta au căzut și cele verzi, erau obosite. Oricum, nu prea par a avea odihnă nici acum, din cauza unui vânt care apare din când în când și le duce în altă parte. Dar de ce doar pe câteva dintre ele? Nu le zboară pe toate, doar pe unele din anumite locuri. Să fi vorbit frunzele cu vântul pe care îl simt chiar acum luându-mi și ducându-mi părul prin fața ochilor pentru a nu mai putea vedea a scrie. E posibil și acest lucru. Adiând doar din când în când și luând doar anumite frunze, se poate. Acestora poate nu le-a plâcut locul în care au căzut și l-au rugat pe vânt să le mute altundeva pentru, măcar, a se bucura de şederea lor cât timp mai au la dispoziţie. Totuși, felul în care le mută este unul diferit de oricare altul. Le ridică delicat de jos, le învârte în aer ca într-o piruetă dintr-un dans pentru doi, le mai mută grațios ca în paşi de balet de le stânga la dreapta, apoi printr-o și mai elegantă răsucire le lasă jos. Uneori ia mai multe frunze deodată și acestea ajung să danseze între ele, unele despărțindu-se la aterizare, altele rămânând împreună, legate pentru totdeauna ca un cuplu care tocmai ce și-a declarat dragostea la altar.

Aici am rupt firul acestor gânduri. M-am ridicat de pe scaun și am intrat în casă să mă îmbrac în ceva mai gros pentru că mi să făcuse frig. Când m-am întors am încercat să refac acel fir. Nu a fost greu. M-am uitat în fața mea și am văzut pământul proaspăt arat. Avea o culoare maronie combinată cu puțin gri. Părea trist. Fără podoaba lui cea verde și fără florile pe care le purta drept decorațiuni arăta gol. Doar un răsad pe care zăceau câteva legume, așteptând să fie culese. Totuși ceva în legătură cu el era diferit, atrăgător. Încă nu știu ce să fie; oare felul in care acesta se combină cu covorul de frunze? Acea graniță care se făcea tot mai puțin vizibilă din ce în ce mai multe frunze se aşezau ușor? E posibil. Arăta ca și cum marea s-ar unii cu nisipul sau ca acea linie pe care cu toții am facut-o cu stiloul în clasa a doua, peste care am trecut cu mâna și am întins cerneala, unind-o cu restul paginii albe a caietului. Încă nu sunt sigură ce, dar ceva la acest peisaj mă duce cumva înapoi în copilăria mea, acum 10 ani.

Am stat puțin. M-am uitat în jur. Atât de multe lucruri despre care aş putea vorbi și totuși pagina mea e pe terminatelea și stiloul rămâne fără cerneală, așa că am de gând să închei aici. Eu voi rămâne în același loc, admirând imaginea ce mi-e dată, dar tu, îți poți continua ziua mai departe citind alte lucruri, probabil mult mai bune decât ce am scris eu.

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erendswildember · 2 years

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So finally started my brain dump/start of planning for my Ereloy fic 🎉🙏🏻

The two big moments I have that I want to work around are these:

She starts at Olin’s apartment and then moves to Erend’s bc of how safe it makes her feel. It’s the first time something has felt like home since her childhood with Rost.

Erend does a lot of blustering bc he self sabotages and Aloy does a lot bc avoidant and doesn’t know how to handle it. Possible idea for them admitting feelings is them trying to do it at the same time and keep cutting each other off. Or he tries to go to her place and she goes to his place and bluster about missing each other.

Aloy makes Erend an altar for Ersa, maybe that’s how Erend discovers how much she cares. Bc at first she won’t tell him anything so he thinks something is wrong while she’s gathering supplies and talking to people. And it causes a rift. Then he comes home one time to see her putting the finishing touches on it. But she was hoping to be done before he came back. Which could then lead to the above scene of feelings.

And the other I’ve already fleshed into a blurb that I think I like so far. I haven’t done fics in like 10-15 years and they were never planned before so AAAAAAAAAAAAA. This is blurb:

“Quietly sneak up behind them and just simply override them to hop on she says. Fire and spit, simple my ass” Erend thinks as he lays on his back in a patch of long grass, staring up at the sky and a quizzical strider. Catching the wind that had been knocked out of him, he pushed himself up onto his elbows to peek over the grass and Aloy was bent over double from laughing on her stone perch. “Laugh it up, Savior of Meridian, at least I can use an axe without destroying a priceless royal relic just by carrying it.” Erend glowered at her for a second, but with the way the sun shone thru her fiery hair and her laugh lit up her eyes he couldn’t maintain a bad mood for more than a blink of an eye. He was in deep with his feelings for her but he was still convinced there was no way that she could feel the same way.”

@soupandchaos this is what I was talking about with what I’ve fleshed out so far! 😅🙏🏻

#horizon forbidden west #aloy #erend vanguardsman #horizon zero dawn #aloy x erend #ereloy #amber does a fan fic #hzd fanfic

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robinpixels · 2 years

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im gonna send u 2 characters bc they're my gfs, choose which one u wanna do; Beta & Alva

oAOAAAOAOAAA I LOVE THEM BOTH I'LL DO THEM BOTH

[HFW spoilers ahead!!]

BETA

do I like them:

Took a while to be honest but yes!! I very much do!!

5 good qualities:

1. Ohhh she is SUCH an interesting foil and challenge for Aloy--an Elisabet clone who is so different to her in each and every way....except for the fiery temper when provoked. I love the 'take no shit' attitude is consistent through all of the Sobecks, honestly, it's a vibe I wish to aspire to.

2. I ALSO love that as timid and anxious as she is, she is as equally terrifying in her own way as her mom and her sister. Like, entirely honestly: she escapes an entire ship of megalomaniacal billionaires and rips the tracking chip off her own forehead driven by cold hard logic and pure adrenaline?? BETA??? HARDCORE??

3. I love love love how she warms up at the end and becomes more forthcoming with affection and determination once she's had some time to adjust to the GAIA squad and appreciate them on their own

4. This is going to be a voice acting geeking out moment but...I LOVE Ashly's performance with her. Making her sound entirely different to Aloy, and Elisabet, who sound similar to each other. Giving her a younger, smoother register than the other two. Really added to the ease of her characterization.

5. I really admire her intelligence and confidence in her own abilities once she's in her element! It was like a baby stimulation video watching her work that HEPHAESTUS corruption lmao

3 bad qualities:

Ooh I have. THOUGHTS. Spoilery thoughts, though these may change when I actually play the base game in full completion. Please do let me know if I haven't grasped the full picture. Really, more of my gripes are with the meta story as I've seen it so far and not really with her character herself--Beta, herself, within the context of the Horizon universe is a perfectly functional character.

1. As much as I love her...I wish we had more? Like, I wanted to see more of a reason for her to trust Aloy, I was happy to see they got along fast toward the end and that the Rost conversation was the catalyst but I can also see that Beta was just holding out for somebody to actually trust and could see Aloy, the other Elisabet clone, was making an effort for her. I just wish we had more reason for her to call Aloy her shelter and her sister, or at least include Varl in that definition too because he worked so hard to comfort her.

2. GOING ON FROM THAT--Varl. Again I could be wrong because I didn't see all possible conversations and I am completely willing to have my opinon changed once I have--and please do share with me any quotes she has to say about him because I am READY to have my heart broken tonight by some wholesome friendship boys--but I feel like her taking centerstage shoved Varl to the side a bit. It came across that Aloy was her comfort at the end, when Varl had been doing the majority of the work easing her into the base and she clearly trusted him enough to let him close but no-one else really. I will say I am very glad that the spotlight on Varl didn't disappear on his death because I was legitimately worried Beta's rescue was going to take precedence over the mourning over him, but I was very happy to be wrong. TL;DR I would've loved to see her reciprocate his friendship more and get attached to him too. I wanna see some frens

3. To be completely honest her appearance threw me off so-kilter at first that it took me a while to get back to enjoying the game, because it was such a sudden jar with the Zeniths compared to the relatively closed environment of the first game. It got back on track, yeah, but that did take some recovery time? And I know it's a new game, new things, but...I don't know where I'm going with this, really. It just wasn't a good jar to me at first, though I warmed up to it.

favourite episode/etc:

I haven't finished HFW THOROUGHLY (saw the storyline, but skipped past quests and talks because i wanted something to be left over when I actually played it--I watched it on playthrough)

otp:

None at the moment!

brotp:

Definitely with Aloy, and Varl. Maybe Erend. They all feel like siblings to meeee

ot3:

Not at the moment!

notp:

Eh..I haven't really seen something I dislike? Although lmao, I suppose Aloy because that is her sister.

best quote:

The note she left behind for Aloy..to try and comfort her when she thought she'd be gone..calling her her shelter....just ram a spear through me now, man

head canon:

She'd find comfort in soft things she can fiddle with her fingers--like fabrics or blankets or plushies, if the GAIA squad ever gets around to the concept of stuffed animals aHA

Also--she's the impulse control between her and her sister. Despite being the younger one, goddammit Aloy.

ALVA

do I like them:

I DO I DO I DOOO ALVA MY BELOVED

5 good qualities:

1. HER VOICE HER VOICE HER VOICE was so lovely and one of my favourites to hear slkdjfdsfkl I love how unique it is, at least to me. Really stood out with how perky and cute she was but it fit her perfectly and aaaaaa ALVAAA my GIRL

2. I love how she holds herself? Like it really carries her character across and it's so endearing, how she rests her hands or moves them like she's so poised but can also barely contain all her energy under that elegance and AAghH she's as cute as a button

3. I feel like she was a great addition wrt Horizon's theme of knowledge being powerful, and dangerous, depending on how it is wielded. I feel her and other characters like Aloy and Sylens really play with this well--Sylens witholding and disclosing information based on what would suit him and Alva meanwhile being a direct result of a kind of society that does those kind of things en masse. Oooh, it's so interesting, and I love how much respect she's shown to have for what she learns and the pursuit of knowledge overall.

4. I really do love her reverence for knowledge, that she's just awestruck when she FINALLY has access to files later than 2040(? 2050?). I remember feeling really happy for her, despite her probably conflicting emotions.

5. I also love how diligent she is--motivates me to get my own ass moving with my academics aha.

3 bad qualities:

Tooo be entirely honest, I don't feel like I picked up on a lot of bad qualities of her? Like nothing she did really stuck out to me in that way--I guess I just am excited to see more of her and find out.

favourite episode/etc:

THEBES THEBES THEBES like holy shit I'm glad we had our emotional support Diviner there with us because I woudl've lost my goddamn mind in there.

otp:

ALVA AND HER GIRLFRIEND I wanna see Fedara...I want to see the rival to lover...

brotp:

Kotallo. I just...cinnamon roll and grumpyguts. Yes please.

ot3:

N/A!

notp:

N/A, really

best quote:

"I guess you Could say he gave his life to help us attain the secrets of Thebes." Goddamn, Alva.

head canon:

She jams along to death metal right along with Erend, because HELL fucking yeah.

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