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( 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

I. PRIDE ( limit to 1 tag-in only, cw: broken arm ) the infirmary

[ 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 at hepburns or send a pm. ♥ )

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Got lucky with my resources.

[ in other words, he had access to bancroft's money to get him just about all the drugs he could get his hands on. and at the time, it definitely didn't matter what the limits were, seeing as how he'd been intent to make it his last night before getting back on ice.

he raises a brow at her question, chuckling before reaching inside and pulling out a small bottle, which essentially looks like mere eye drops. ]

You sure?

[Daisy gives a vague shrug when he asks her for confirmation. She's had bad trips before, but, he still seems to be functioning...

Kind of.]

So how many drops do I put in?

[She asks as she reaches for the bottle.]

Just tilt your head back. I got it.

[ says the guy who's already plenty high. but despite his dilated pupils and his fascination with the surroundings flicker of the false garden construct, his hands are at least steady. ]

[Daisy hesitates for a brief moment before tilting her head back. Either this is a really elaborate prank, or he's telling the truth.]

You better not be pulling my leg right now.

I'm an asshole, but not that kind of asshole.

[ he's not going to screw over someone with something like this, not unless they're someone that deserves it, and if that's the case, then it wouldn't be someone that would trust him with something like this in the first place.

as she tilts her head back, he steps in closer to her, the bag between them pressing against her a little as he pops open the small bottle and hovers it over her eye. ]

Might feel a little sting to start. Just hold still for five seconds afterwards and let it kick in. [ slowly, he lets a few droplets drip to her open eye before drawing back. ]

[It's a struggle to not blink as it drips into her eye, he wasn't kidding about the sting. Counting to five in her head, Daisy finally blinks and squeezes her eyes shut for a few seconds before opening them again. Her body instantly relaxes, any tension abruptly gone.]

Whoa.

[Daisy laughs out of awe and excitement because it actually worked.]

You weren't kidding.

[ he smirks as she gives a laugh, seeing the look in her eyes that clues in the fact that the drug is hitting her just as it'd done for him. humming his own chuckle, he closes up the bottle before tucking it back into his bag. ]

Yeah? Feeling good?

Are you kidding me? This is the best I’ve felt in—

[Daisy trails off, forgetting where she was even going with that.]

My body feels weird. In a good way.

[She hasn’t done anything like this since getting her powers, and that buzzing feeling that constantly feels has grown in intensity.

Eyes growing wide in delight, the smile is plastered on her face.]

I can feel everything.

[ even he cracks a grin when he notices the effects start to hit her, quicker than it would if she had settled on a smoke. he's plenty high himself, chuckling with the lowness of his own voice, amused in watching her begin to react. ]

It's fucking great.

[ he slips the strap of the bag back over his shoulder, tucking it back out of the way. ]

Now look up. Even the stars look like they're moving.

[Daisy looks up when he tells her to and there's no hiding the absolute awe.]

Whoa.

[Either she's being pulled towards the stars, or they're being pulled towards her. ~~Or she's just that high~~. They're so close that the brightness almost hurts her eyes, but she can't look away.

To anyone watching these two, it's pretty obvious they're on something. The sky is definitely not this interesting.

Daisy reaches out for his hand and tries to pull him down with her to lay down on the ground.]

It's so beautiful.

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[ it might not be the real sky, just some sort of realistic construct put together on the station, along with the various trees in the area. but even when daisy pulls him down, his weight too loose to hold back when he's drawn to the ground, he can feel the tickle of the grass to the exposed parts of his skin, brushing against his neck, heightened tingles prompting a shudder through his whole body.

like this, he can peer upwards to the brighter twinkle, the view looking like a twisting kaleidoscope, and if she doesn't pull away, he keeps hold of her hand, like an anchor to latch onto while his body feels like it's being pulled in multiple directions.

he's quiet for a long moment, just looking up, breath heavy with parted lips as he stares up, entranced. ]

Used to be that we were limited by where we could go. Now we could go anywhere we want.

[ he doesn't specify if he's talking about here and now, or just in his own world. he's too high to distinguish between the two right now. ]

[Daisy keeps hold of his hand as she stares up at all of the colors. It's like she's never truly seen stars until just now, despite having been in space for months on end.]

I can hear them.

[She's referring to the stars. Tears roll down her cheeks without her even realizing she's crying. Not because she's sad, she's so euphoric. Running her hand up and down the grass just because it feels so good, Daisy can't seem to look away despite the fact that he's talking to her.]

Anywhere.

[Daisy agrees before she starts laughing, for whatever reason.]

[ he's distracted by the stars for a moment, by his own words, thinking about the way his world had transformed just for the stars, the way technology had advanced all because quell wanted to see them — she wanted to see the stars and then everything came apart.

but if there's any hint of falling into something solemn, it's whisked away the moment daisy starts laughing beside him, a sound that, in his current state, is easy to draw into, his own lips curling up into a wide smile, chuckling his own playful laughter. ]

Pretty sure that's just your ears ringing.

[Hearing him laugh just makes her laugh harder. Unsurprisingly, she's never heard him laugh before. Their first few interactions haven't been fun or funny, to say the least.]

No I can--

[She doesn't feel like explaining her powers to him, but it's more than that.]

I can hear the frequency.

[It's been easier over the years to tune things out, but now with how relaxed yet attuned she was, the sounds and vibrations of the station were on overdrive.]

[ to be fair to daisy, kovacs isn't the type to laugh too easily, even when things are funny. it's not often he lets himself enjoy things to such an extent, especially since it's been a pretty long time since he's had a real reason to laugh so honestly.

but the drugs definitely help to not remain so guarded, even if he's not even entirely sure what he's laughing at.

still, with her insistence, she gets more of his attention, turning to look at her with a raise of his brow. ]

Frequency? [ he doesn't fully get it, like something's hitting her a bit differently than it is for himself, but he's certainly curious. ] What's it like?

[And while he's looking at her, Daisy's got her eyes closed as she focuses in on the vibrations the whole station gives off. She's got enough control to keep from hurting herself over it here at least.]

Like there's all of these bees buzzing inside of my body, and I can tap into it.

[That's a very tl;dr way of putting it.]

Feels nice.

[Especially right now.]

[ he sees the way she closes her eyes, like she's looking in to focus, and he watches her carefully, like he can transfix on some kind of hint of what it is. some kind of magic? a mental link? it's all possible, since he's come to discover there's all sort of abilities and powers within the people here on this station, like they've picked all every possibility from every old story and just crammed it all together.

somehow, though, the answer she gives isn't exactly what he comes to expect and he crack a minor grin before a chuckle leaves him. ]

I've never heard someone describe the idea of bees inside their body as a nice feeling.

It wasn’t always.

[Daisy admits, still holding onto his hand she can feel the vibrations coming off of him. It would be easy to let him feel what it’s like for her,]

Now it’s comforting.

[Daisy opens her eyes again, the brightness from the stars almost too much for her as she turns her head to look at him.]

I could show you.

[ the talk of bees still sounds pretty absurd but then again, this coming from the guy who has a shit ton of drugs in the backpack at his side, some that don't exactly have the most pleasant of side effects. so really, who is he to argue?

besides, when he turns to look at her, she sounds genuine, his own smile subtle but honest before he chuckles light. ]

Yeah. [ he raises their laced fingers and gives a light squeeze. ] Show me.

[Looking at their raised hands, Daisy smiles at him before using her powers to send vibrations through their linked hands. The feeling starts in his hand before spreading across his body. It shouldn't hurt, if anything it just feels like those vibrating massage chairs.]

See?

What the fuck?

[ his mouth utters out the swear the moment he feels those vibrating shakes work their way from his fingers, humming along through the rest of his body. initially, it's jarring, but with a beat of taking it in, it actually ... feels rather relaxing.

he turns to her with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape from the surprise. ]

You're doing that?

[He doesn't pull away, so neither does Daisy. Laughing at the expression on his face, Daisy doesn't let up on the vibrations she sends through him since he seems to like it.]

Yup. Cool, right?

It's —

[ he brings their joined hands closer to his face, like he's trying to study her fingers where she touches him, like he could catch the subtle shakes of her skin. he could feel the vibrations move through him in gentle waves, even more entrancing in the drugged state he's in. ]

Pretty fucking weird.

[ but he snickers, like the word is more of a compliment than an insult, the way things typically are when they leave his mouth. ]

[Smiling when he examines her hand, Daisy laughs harder when she notices the difference in size between their hands.]

Your hands are huge.

[It's really not that funny, but right now? It's hilarious.]

I didn't always have them.

[Her powers.]

[ the size difference in their hands hadn't actually been the initial draw of his attention. in fairness, ryker's hands do feel a bit larger than a number of the bodies he's been in, fingers longer, stronger. but he's gotten used to such stark contrasts in the details that sometimes they don't even draw his attention, even now when he's plenty high to notice just about everything, even more than usual.

it's her words that make him look more closely at that random bit of trivia, squinting his eyes like he needs to somehow confirm. ]

What? Small hands? [ he flexes his own for a moment before giving her hand a squeeze. ] It's never about the size. It's about what you can do with it.

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