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ximilialog2021-10-17 11:00 am
kovach) wrote in ximilialog2021-10-17 11:00 am
( open ) and if i only could make a deal with god
CHARACTERS: takeshi kovacs & you
LOCATION: various locations on the station
DATE: late october
CONTENT: post-mission recovery, eating, sparring, getting high, etc.
WARNINGS: broken arm, nudity, sexual content, and various types of drug use in some prompts
LOCATION: various locations on the station
DATE: late october
CONTENT: post-mission recovery, eating, sparring, getting high, etc.
WARNINGS: broken arm, nudity, sexual content, and various types of drug use in some prompts
I. PRIDE ( limit to 1 tag-in only, cw: broken arm ) the infirmary
II. GLUTTONY the mess hall
III. ENVY ( cw: drug use ) the sunlight room
IV. SLOTH ( cw: drug use ) the sunlight room
V. WRATH training room
VI. LUST ( cw: nudity ) shared living space with the darkling
VII. GREED anything and anywhere
[ his fight with cheri had turned out pretty rough, and though his sleeve has its advances with neurachem to make him a little more durable than most, it doesn't negate the rough slam of his body against the wall when she'd thrown him with the rough force of her power, resulting in the broken bone of his arm. when they arrive back at the station, most everybody's not in the best of conditions on account of their shared fights, some left better off than others, and though he's more inclined to just pass out right where he lands, kovacs does eventually make his way to the infirmary, still in the bloody, ripped mess of the clothes he arrived in.
he's not exactly expecting anyone to necessarily help him out here, a bit of stubbornness leading him to search around the room for a sling on his own. of course, while the arm is the only thing that's broken, the rest of his body is still plenty aching from the rest of the fighting and he hisses and grits his teeth in the midst of his search, muttering quiet swears as he looks around.
maybe it'd be helpful for someone to lend him a hand. ]
II. GLUTTONY the mess hall
[ once he's got his sling for his arm, along with a fresh shower and clean clothes on, kovacs tries to get himself resettled at the station, at least enough so for him to get some rest after the big fight. starving, he heads on over the kitchen, fixing himself a fairly simply bowl of cereal before he goes out into the mess hall, seating himself at an empty table and picking up the spoon in his bowl with his currently only working hand.
if someone ends up sitting up at his table, his eyes peer over at the rest of the large room with plenty of empty seating before raising his brow at his new shared company. ] No other seats, huh?
III. ENVY ( cw: drug use ) the sunlight room
[ it might be something from that final fight, or maybe it's the way he hasn't had anything to keep himself busy since he's been back, but kovacs finds something pestering in his mind, something about his being here bothering him in more ways than he can really place. it's those times where his mind becomes consumed with old ghosts, visions in his mind that seem more real than they are, and so he chooses to fight them in the only way that's currently accessible to him.
in the bright pink backpack brought over with him from his own world, he carries not only a small collection of weapons but an abundance of drugs as well, some on the little harder side than others.
working like eyedrops, he lets the veuron fall into his eyes, feeling the effects of it work into him fast. in mere moments, he can see the colors of the sunlight room almost completely shift, the trees and the flowers suddenly brightening like a hologram of neon lights, the false stars above turning into lined waves of light circling around as his head sways.
bag still over his shoulder, he spins in place, mouth gaping and eyes wide like he's seeing it all for the first time, bright and mesmerizing. ]
IV. SLOTH ( cw: drug use ) the sunlight room
[ the hallucinogens aren't the only thing stored in his bag, and when it all becomes too loud, he finds himself seated against the bottom of a tree in the sunlight room, in the late dark of its nights, dropping the contents of a different drug into his eyes, this one with the effects of slowing everything down, everything falling quiet around him, his heart even slowing slightly.
he doesn't need to be high to see her. no, he can always very well see quell like she's right there in front of him, even when he knows she's gone, either as an aftereffect of still being fairly fresh with the sleeve he's wearing or simply because he can never get rid of her in his head — he'd never want to.
to anyone else who might slip by, he'd be staring at nothing right now, eyes focused with his arms dropped at his sides, bag nestled between his thighs, but for him, he can see every detail, every curve of her face as he remembers it vividly, even the sadness of her gaze. ]
I made a deal to get you back. [ he whispers quietly to her, his own eyes damp as he breathes shakily. ] It goes against everything we fought for. Everything you died for. [ with a swallow, his voice is a quiet rasp. ] But I can't do this without you.
V. WRATH training room
[ after about a few days to a week, he can feel the changes in his arm, healing a bit faster than the room, bone repairing from a combination of the tech on the ship on his own body's advantages. and after enough time of his own personal boredom and a frustration is being so limited with his limbs, the first thing he wants to do is make sure it's all in working shape.
heading on over to the training room, unicorn bag slung over his shoulder, his decision on practicing with his hands or a weapon is all dependent on who he may end up fighting against. looking to someone else in the room, he gives them a nod. ] Need a partner?
VI. LUST ( cw: nudity ) shared living space with the darkling
[ one thing he's definitely taking advantage of with all his current free time is sleeping, at least for as much as he can when he isn't fighting the sleepless nights, sometimes paired with nightmares of his past. sometimes, the exhaustion kicks in where he even forgets he shares a room, going to bed the way he's most comfortable — completely in the nude.
if there's a knock on the door — be it for him or the darkling, who shares the other half of the space — he'll wake with a muttered swear, rubbing his eyes and sleepily dragging his legs off the bed. too tired to even think of covering up, and often not even thinking of it much even if he were more consciously awake, he stands and heads over to the door, opening it with a deep squint of his eyes and body fully naked. ]
What do you want?
VII. GREED anything and anywhere
( feel free to discuss with me alternative options of the above prompts or something different altogether. if you'd like to discuss a closed starter for me to write, just hit me up on plurk athepburns or send a pm. ♥ )
II
Dark brown eyes meet Kovacs' over the stack of waffles with a small shake of her head. No other seats - you're supposed to eat together at the table. Hopper always says so.
Instead: ]
Your food looks sad.
[ She speaks a little more slowly than you'd expect, enunciating with a little more care, as if she has to place the words on her tongue with more effort than you'd expect in a child of roughly 14 years. ]
no subject
he purses his lips at her commentary, eyes peering down to his own bowl. ]
It's cereal. It's supposed to be sad. [ the pathetic food of the elders, he'll call it. ] So, what, you only eat happy food?
no subject
I try. One time. I ate a squirrel. [ Adults get in the way of that. Hopper insists on 'dinner first, dessert after'. But his burnt eggs are better than what she got in the lab, still. ] Here.
[ Eyeing his sad cereal and her massive stack, she picks one cream and sprinkle smeared waffle up with her form and holds it out to Kovacs. ]
no subject
what he isn't expecting is her sudden offer of one of her waffles, eyeing it with a raised brow like he's begin handed something questioning. and considering all the cream and color on that thing, it might as well be. ]
You know, I'm not actually starving. [ he'd been pretty content with his cereal. but she seems insistent on it, and since it doesn't seem like one less waffle is going to leave her lacking, he reaches to pinch on end of it with his fingers since he only has a spoon and no fork of his own. ]
no subject
[ Eleven isn't unimpressed with his sarcasm so much as she is unable to recognize it.
She does have a completely smartass response to his protestations, though: ]
You eat. When you're hungry. Not when you're starving.
[ He might notice, too, the there's a blue hair tie on her left wrist. Moving around means it shifts a little, and it wasn't really hiding the tattoo anyway. But if he happens to glance, even out of the corner of his eyes, he'll notice the black lines on her pale inner wrist that form the very crisp tattoo: 011 ]
no subject
[ now he has a syrupy waffle between his fingers along with a half-eaten bowl of cereal. he'd never been much of a heavy eater either, used to rationed portions, something that proves useful here while there's only a limited stock of food until the next shipment. the same doesn't seem to apply to some others, clearly.
his eye does momentarily catch sight of that tattoo on her wrist. it's small, subtle, maybe a little personal act of rebellion. placement of the hair tie means it isn't for showing off. numbers can have a million reasons behind them, something personal, something lucky, a date — or a catalog.
the thoughts are brief, moving in his head as quick as they come, looking back at her as he takes a bite of the overly sweet waffle. ] Not my fault if you weren't impressed by my food.
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[ She says it with an air of conviction, like she genuinely believe she just did him a favor. Who doesn't love waffles that are drowning in sweet stuff, after all?
Clearly, she has just saved his day. ]
Now you can be impressed. With your new food.
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and as he takes a bite of the waffle, he can feel the heaviness of the sugar in the syrup, his nose scrunching in reaction as if he'd somehow bit into something sour instead, mostly because he's not used to such sweetness in his mouth, his palette often kept to simpler foods. even ryker's taste buds don't seem to be accustomed to it.
chewing a bit, he finally gives it a swallow, his squinting face offering nothing impressed. ] I think I just rotted six teeth from that.