OTA April Catch-All

[morethan084]

CHARACTERS: Daisy Johnson and You
LOCATION: All throughout the station
DATE: April 19th-Until their next mission
CONTENT: Catch-all
WARNINGS: Injury talk



|Daisy’s Room|

[A lot of Daisy’s time the first few days back is spent in her room. Just having a bed again was nice. After having to get used to sleeping on a damp, hard floor. Startling at the sound of a knock on the door, Daisy turns her head to see if her roommate is here before getting up slower than she would’ve liked.]

Coming.

[Between not having much to eat in the last few weeks, and all of the fighting they had done. Daisy is feeling weaker than she would ever admit. Opening the door, Daisy smiles tiredly.]

Hey. What’s up?

[She totally wasn’t just asleep. Nope. Very much awake. There are dark circles under her eyes and wounds that have been patched up. Most of them are hidden, but a few can be seen on her face and hands.]

|Kitchen|

[When she isn’t sleeping, she can be found in the kitchen, heating up something simple. Zoning out as she waits for the food to finish up. Daisy turns when she hears footsteps approaching only to realize she never set a timer.]

Shit.

[Grabbing an oven mitt, she pulls out the chicken nuggets she had been cooking for herself, and they’re more or less burnt.]

Think they’ll be edible with enough ketchup?

|Infirmary|

[Daisy might not have any medical training, but even she knows she can’t keep the same bandages on until her wounds heal. Having just gotten out of the shower, Daisy makes her way back to the infirmary to grab a few supplies. She doesn’t know the drawers and cabinets like the people who work in here do however. So she can’t be as quick to get in and out of here as she’d like to be.]

|Common Room|

[Sprawled out on one of the couches reading a random book from the shelf, Daisy’s more or less just staring at the book, zoned out, when someone tries to catch her attention. Snapping out of it, she looks up in their direction.]

Hey.

[Pulling her feet in to give them room to sit, Daisy scoots up, so she’s not so slouched over.]

How are you doing?

[She’s looking better than she had the other day, but she’s still banged up pretty good.]

|Training Room|

[Finally feeling more like herself, Daisy wastes no time in getting back to training. For a while, she’s by herself in here. Taking out of her frustrations on a punching bag while blasting music, it feels good to be back in her old routine.

Suddenly her music lowers considerably, and she turns to see someone’s lowered it,]

Sorry, what?

[She assumes they were trying to say something to her and she just hadn’t heard them anyway.]


|Wildcard|

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Comments

[morethan084]

So you don't start your day off with coffee? Or some other mundane thing?

[She finds that hard to believe. Or maybe Daisy has always been desperate for some kind of structure to her life that she needs a routine.]

[cruelyethuman]

Is that how your day here starts?

[For all the nights he's spent listening to her breathe next to him, he never did follow her once she left his rooms.]

[morethan084]

Kind of. Usually I go to the gym first, then coffee, then shower.

[Which is basically her same routine back home as well, when she had access to a gym.]

Haven’t been to the gym in a few days though.

[Despite how stubborn she can be, even Daisy knew she couldn’t push herself that hard right now. Her shoulder was still hurting pretty bad.]

How do yours start?

[cruelyethuman]

It differs. Some days, I start with food. It is still very strange how fast it is to make it here, there is no waiting for the fire to burn down or for the pot to heat up. Everything is so fast.

[Easier, in some ways, but all it does is open up time to think. To keep thinking about everything, the mission and Ravka. About his long life and the choices that led him here.] Or I start with a spar in the training room. I could start with a run in the sunlight room, or just a slow stroll around the station. It varies.

[Unpredictability. Without a routine, it is harder to locate him if he doesn't want to be found. When he wants to sit in a beam of sunlight in the sunlit room, letting it warm him all the way through, the light behind his closed lids burning orange and red in flashes of false light.

When he misses his own world so much it's nothing but a hollow ache behind his breastbone.]

I took the lessons about space a few months back and for a while, that is what I would do in the morning. Go to read and learn about this place.

[morethan084]

Well, yeah. We don’t live like cavemen.

[Smiling at her own joke, Daisy tilts her head to look up at him as he explains his non-routine, routine…]

I don’t know, that kind of sounds like a routine to me.

[It’s sweet to hear what he does on a daily basis.]

Someone was giving lessons on space?

[cruelyethuman]

Is that so. [It's not really a question, but an excuse to tilt his head to smile down at Daisy. To lean back further in the seat and exhale, letting who he had been in Sedorum slip away.

Another life, another person.

To find the one he's supposed to be here. On the station, in the now. The Grisha general tortured about the fate of his people and desperate for a solution. It's close, almost too close, to how he had been before. The real him that still lingers in the depths of his mind, gone and all but forgotten. Only seen in glimpses, but there's something about the way Daisy looks in the station lights, the warm weight of her on his shoulder.] I will be sure to do better, in not having a routine. I do hate being predictable.

Yes. Jim Kirk, he was kind enough to offer to teach anyone who needed it about space. It was a lesson that I sorely needed.

[morethan084]

[Eyes drifting to his lips, Daisy mirrors his smile when he looks down at her.]

Yeah? What's wrong with being predictable?

[Looking down at his hand, Daisy starts tracing patterns on the back of his hand.]

What did you learn?

[cruelyethuman]

It makes it too easy for your enemies.

[With an easy smile. The same one he finds himself wearing around her, because she has seen how Grisha were treated in Ravka. She knows, intimately, how cruel and painful being different can be.

How lonely.]

That space is not empty, not really. And that everything works because people found a way to make lightning and channel it through tiny, metal wires in the walls.

[morethan084]

[Daisy's hand flies to her mouth, laughing before she can stop herself. This might be even funnier than the whole 'hooking up to' conversation she had with him a few months back.]

Sorry. You--?

[Pressing her lips to keep from laughing as she lowers her hand, Daisy sits up straighter.]

You mean electricity?

[cruelyethuman]

That might have been what he called it, yes. It reacts poorly to water, but that was not news.

[Lakes and the True Sea struck by forked lightning and they all learned fast to stay away during storms. To keep their hands inside the boat once the thunder rolled across the dark sky.

He echoes Daisy's smile, head tilting.]

We don't have it within easy reach in my world.

[morethan084]

[The way he talks about electricity is the cutest thing Daisy has ever witnessed. Or maybe that’s just because she finds him so endearing.]

You’re adorable.

[And she means that, even if she’s fighting back laughter.]

[cruelyethuman]

Mmmm, and you're terribly biased.

[It's nice, sitting the common room of the station, half-watching other orbers go about their business. The quiet hum of conversations taking place, the whoosh of the air in the vents.]

But I'll take it.

[morethan084]

How am I biased?

[Daisy smiles in a way that makes it obvious that she knows exactly what he meant by that. He’s not wrong.]

[cruelyethuman]

You like me.

[With smug certainty as he leans more firmly in to the seat, smile turning mischievous.]

[morethan084]

Yeah?

[She likes when he's playful like this.]

What gave you that idea?

[cruelyethuman]

Mmm, I don't really know. It's not something I can quite put my finger on- [voice dropping as he keeps talking, leaning in closer until he can speak directly in to Daisy's ear] But you did let me put my mouth all over it.

I think that's how I know. [He huffs out a small pleased laugh, teasing and relaxed] And you gave me frosting.

[morethan084]

[Daisy looks ahead, keeping an eye out that no one is eavesdropping as Aleksander whispers in her ear. Eyes going wide briefly, she can’t help but smile as she turns her head in a little to be able to whisper back.]

I think that might’ve been the best present I’ve ever given someone.

Or received.

[After all, he had been kind enough to…

Share it with her.]

[cruelyethuman]

[Oh, Daisy.

His smirk just grows wider until it reaches his eyes, sparkling there when he pulls back to brush her hair behind her ear.]

I still have that second can.

[morethan084]

[Eyebrows shooting up in surprise, Daisy mirrors his smile.]

Yeah?

[And, because she’s a little shit…]

You know you can do other things with frosting too.

[cruelyethuman]

Like what?

[The little cakes and Daisy, that's all that frosting will ever taste of. The salty sheen of sweat on her skin, and the sweetness of the cake.

Delicious.]

[morethan084]

Lots of things. Cookies, cakes...

It's very versatile.

[As they both found out.]

[cruelyethuman]

Ah- yes. All the delicious things that frosting might help... enhance.

[Voice dripping with implication and shared secrets, as sugary sweet as the frosting he smeared on her skin.]

I don't know how to make cookies. Or the little cakes.

[morethan084]

[That definitely just made her giggle, and thankfully no one is nearby to hear it. She’d never hear the end of it.]

I do, but I’m not good at it. Unless you’re cool with frosting flavored rocks.

[cruelyethuman]

Perhaps we can make some together and the result will be... adequate. More frosting, and I'd eat probably eat a rock and like it.

[The smile never wavering, but he does look up to catch her eyes.]

Or do you eat rocks without condiment in your world?

[morethan084]

Uh, are you kidding me? Eating rocks is a delicacy where I'm from. Dipping them in anything would be an insult.

[She does her best to act as though she's being serious, but she's struggling not to smile.]