openmisc | Kent/Feldspar

"Just once more," they had said when Ellie's team petitioned for it. She was busy with Palmer, falling in love with science while he fell in love with God, and Kent was left to pick up the pieces. He wanted another damn go at it. The Machine had a pricetag in the billions; it was begging to be used again.

But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.

That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.

And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.

He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.

He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.

"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.

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From:

videointhenoise

"I can hear Eskar whistling. I was able to find that frequency and tune into it. I was trying to get the Ash Twins, but the moon rose and - bam."

He keeps his voice low, not wanting to let the others know too early.

From:

getfeldsparred

Feldspar’s eyes widen and they lean in to ask, “wait, it’s that precise?”

They shouldn’t be surprised, Kent made it after all. It’s amazing though, incredible.

“That could make our radios so much more efficient! Gossan and I - we could track each other while we’re out there.”

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videointhenoise

"Yeah. I want to try and - track it to something. Some noise. Something - really specific. The scope could guide you. That's- what I'm hoping it will do for you."

He takes the roasting stick. "Lead you back home." He clears his throat. "Me."

From:

getfeldsparred

They turn their head, looking at Kent as he hems and haws a little, but ultimately admits the purpose of what he’s going to build next. A road map back home, a guide rope back to Kent.

It’s dark, so the grin on their face isn’t too obvious.

“You can track my harmonica,” they tell him, sitting closer to him. “While I’m out there, you can listen for the harmonica. And I can listen for your music.”

From:

videointhenoise

Kent tests the marshmallow with his fingers and pulls it off the stick to eat it.

It helps.

"That's what I'm hoping. But you have to figure out how to play while you're out there."

From:

getfeldsparred

“We can modify my helmet. Slate’s brilliant - they’ll figure out a way.”

Imagine, playing the harmonica out on Brittle Hollow or the Ash Twins. Imagine Kent sitting back on Timber Hearth hearing their harmonica, just like he would if they were sitting beside them on the top of the waterfall.

They’d be apart, but it wouldn’t feel like it. Feldspar could have a connection to the ground even if when they’re out in space - didn’t the elders always say they needed to get their head out of the clouds?

They risk being seen and tip their head closer to Kent’s, close enough that their cap touches his temple, and smile.

From:

videointhenoise

Kent brings up a sticky finger and taps, with expert precision, their nose.

"That's the goal. But you'll need to go out there for me. Way out to see how far we can get it."

From:

getfeldsparred

“As if I wasn’t trying that to begin with,” they smile, wiping the melted goop off their nose.

But this is nice. Outer Wilds has always been their team, but Kent…Kent feels like a partner, like he’s in the cockpit right along with them. Together maybe they can explore the edges of the solar system.

From:

videointhenoise

"Yes, but now you have specific coordinates. I'm working on them. You're a great pilot, but are you precise? I guess we'll find out," he grins, elbowing them gently as Porphy comes stumbling over to them.

"You gotta try this!" they insist, shoving the bottle under Feldspar's nose. "But not this one! It's mine!"

From:

getfeldsparred

Feldspar really wants to kiss him. Really, really, really wants to kiss him. He looks so cute in the light of the fire, and the warmth of his discovery and his gentle teasing...

Yep.

"Porphy," they tsk, getting up and taking Porphy's arm. "I've had plenty of that. Come on, pebble, let's find Marl."

"Marl! Yeah, Marl's gotta try this!"

"That's right, buddy. Say 'bye to Kent."

"Bye Kent!!! You gotta tell me more about the grain ale your people make!!"

"Yeah, yeah, come on." Feldspar chuckles and guides Porphy back to the others, letting them talking their ear off the entire time about all sorts of things - including their little crush on Gossan. Fuel for later.

From:

videointhenoise

Kent listens to them wander off, giving a bit of a wave as their voices fade. The wine is passed around, Kent declines, and the others roast their marshmallows and trade stories.

By the time the night is amping up, Kent has definitely had enough and he waits for Feldspar to return.

From:

getfeldsparred

Feldspar is pulled into a dance with Gossan and then with Gneiss, but they manage to wriggle their way out of any more social interactions as the others slowly get drunker and drunker around them. They suspect the only ones who aren't as drunk as they appear are Rutile and Tektite, but that makes sense for the two older and wiser Hearthians.

They find Kent and take their hand, leaning down to whisper into their ear. "Let's sneak out of here."

From:

videointhenoise

Kent raises his head at the touch to his hand and nods, standing up and following. He grabs his stick on the way, but holds it close to his body, letting Feldspar lead him where he needs to go.

From:

getfeldsparred

They hurry to leave the campfire, though they don't really care if anyone sees them leaving together. It's more that they're eager to be alone with him, to hold his hand and maybe sneak in a few kisses. Which they do when they're far enough away from the other villagers, turning and walking Kent backwards against a tree. They place their hands on his hips and lean forward to kiss them soundly.

From:

videointhenoise

Kent has no protests to this. The tree is firm and sturdy behind his back and he breathes it, draping one arm around his shoulders.

"What's this about?" he grins against his mouth.

From:

getfeldsparred

They grin and nip gently at Kent's lower lip. "Because I haven't kissed you since last night." As far as they know anyway.

"And I've been wanting to."

From:

videointhenoise

They are strong and soft and warm, and Kent pulls them in for another kiss.

"How do I know this isn't a kidnaping, huh?"

From:

getfeldsparred

“I don’t know what that is,” Feldspar murmurs, pressing soft kisses along Kent’s jaw. “But if you don’t want this I’ll walk you back to the campfire and you can listen to Porphy ramble about ‘bouquets’ and ‘mouthfeel’.”

From:

videointhenoise

"Don't be cruel," he laughs, his arms around them. "You don't want that any more than me."

He raises his chin, giving them access to his neck, to kiss him wherever.

"I'm not going anywhere."

From:

getfeldsparred

“That’s what I figured,” they huff against his neck. He tastes like smoke from the campfire, and they find a soft place just under his ear to lick and suck.

“You taste good.”

From:

videointhenoise

Kent sighs, swallowing hard, sliding his hands along their back and to their cute little goddamn butt. He squeezes.

From:

getfeldsparred

Oh, double squeeze. Feldspar laughs against his cheek and kisses him again, reaching down to grab one of Kent’s legs and haul it up over their hip.

All that sap wine and adorable hatchling interaction gets their hormones all riled.

From:

videointhenoise

Kent wraps that leg around them and leans back on the tree. "We aren't going to make it back to the cabin, are we?"

From:

getfeldsparred

“No, no, we are,” Feldspar huffs, leaving little bite marks on his throat. “I don’t want to be caught again, but you’re just so…”

They growl softly and presses their hips against his.