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The general had left his soldiers an email, stating he would be away for the next few days for ‘reasons relating to discussions with fellow anti-admin minded people’. All messages and emails would be responded to within the coming days, and soldiers were expected to hold their own until he returned. Simple enough.
007n7 taps his fingers against the smooth stone railing of the balcony he was resting upon. He can see the night sky insanely well, and he wonders the last he’d ever been able to. Light pollution near the city does that to you, not to mention there’s always at least a few people up during the night at his headquarters. Here, Noli’s laws for his cult - apologises ahem - “community” make sure everyone gets recommended amounts of sleep; mandatory lights off and lights on protocols like a prison would have.
The tap of heeled shoes against the stone are easily recognisable as Noli’s and he smiles while his back is turned to them, “Hey,” 007n7 greets.
“Good evening, Seven!” they respond happily, walking up behind him, “Enjoying the view?”
“Yeah, it’s really peaceful. You don’t get shit like this often at my place.”
“Then maybe you should stay here longer, mmmmmm?” they tease lovingly, but 007n7 looks confused.
“...I need to run my army..? I knew you were an idiot but a forgetful one too?”
Noli pouted, of course 007n7 would miss their point by a landslide.
“Oh fine nevermind, let’s just enjoy tonight then.”
007n7 gazes longingly at the stars as Noli slowly inches closer. They lean their head on his shoulder, though it’s a bit awkward because their legs are a bit shorter than his. For a rare moment, 007n7 doesn’t stop them. He wants to insist, especially in the public eye, that they’re only working for the benefits in the war. Because together they are brains and brawn and nothing will stop them at their full potential. But it’s in the quieter moments where they are just people. A person vengeful at what he believes is a corrupt world and a person who’s lost their mind - but not the love they feel for those close to them.
Noli’s hands conjoin together around his waist, and 007n7 raises a hand to grab one of the parts of their jester hat and look into the shiny bells at the tip. His hair on the back of his neck is brushed by the porcelain tip of Noli’s nose. He doesn’t resist.
“We’re very close, aren’t we?” Noli teases.
“I suppose we are," he says, hesitating on the words coming out of his mouth.
“I think the stars are just as beautiful as you, dear,” Noli murmured.
“That’s a pretty big statement.”
“I suppose I’ve always been one for the dramatics then.”
Noli gently shifted their positions, putting 007n7 in front of them. Their faces were only inches apart, and Noli could feel the breath of the general’s ghost their mask. So close. So unprofessional. 007n7’s gaze kept flickering from their lips to their eyes, to all around the room to make sure nobody would look. His face was flushed, a rare gaze of shyness, of fear in his face. They gently pushed him clos-
“My liege! Would you and your guesssssst…”
The two freeze up as their necks turn like owls to a short, black skinned Robloxian and his blue-outfitted friend. 007n7 immediately loosens his grip, taking a few steps back and even patting himself down anxiously.
Noli is equally as stereotypically panicked over it, letting out a nervous chuckle.
“Carry on with your sentence, Aspx,” they insisted.
“...Would you and your guest want to come down for more food?” Aspx said slowly, eyeing the two individuals.
“Oh yes, yes I’m sure Seven wants that, right?” They nudged with their elbow, with him letting a short grunt out in response, muttering a response of agreement.
The two trail behind Aspx, but all they can both think about is what could have just happened under more fortunate circumstances.