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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
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. ♥ )
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the brush through his hair is rather nice, eyes momentarily closing with what he registers as a light petting, not even acknowledging the press against his pulse.
even while quill talks, his own eyes stay shut, up until those last words, blinking them open again and turning his head slowly to look at the man next to him. ]
Quell. [ again, he ignores the question about time, his head focused elsewhere, the name whispered out like a soft sigh. ] This is ... the only way I can see her.
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The man seems to relax under the touch to his scalp, though, and Peter does it a bit more as he counts the beats of his pulse. He pulls his hands away when Kovacs turn to look at him, but one of them rests on the man's shoulder now. The words 'The only way' give Peter an unpleasant feeling, his own chest feeling tighter at the implications of a loved one lost. A friend, a sibling, a lover...he can't tell, but he recognizes the misery that comes with that kind of loss. ]
That can't be healthy but I'd be lying if I said I don't understand. Would you tell me about her? [ Peter moves to sit closer to Kovacs, and the otehr man can rest against him if he wants. ]
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right now, everything in his body is numb, with even his heart beating slowly, all except his mind which rushes with the pleasant ease of emotions in seeing the ghost standing in his view. even as he speaks up to quill beside him, he doesn't take his eyes off of her. ]
She wanted to see the stars. [ there's something bittersweet in those words, a dead giveaway that such a desire had only ended in tragedy. ] She wanted to see more of the world than a human lifespan would ever allow and people took advantage of it, twisted it the way humanity tends to poison everything around them. So she did exactly what someone like her would do — she tried to save it. And ... through it, she saved me. Made me realize ... she — she helped me see there are still beautiful things in this tainted world worth living for. Worth dying for.
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Peter is not only asking about the leader, the revolutionary but about Quell as a person if Kovacs is willing to share that part too. He can't help but smile sadly at the answer he gets. A simple statement that carries so much more meaning, one he can understand. The galaxy is big and full of wonders, making you feel small and a giant all at once, unimportant and at the same time, unique. Peter has been feeling like that for years, and he too wanted to save the Galaxy. He, too, died for it. ]
She was brave. [ Not a question, really. Peter might only know her through Kovacs, but that's enough to learn this unchangeable fact. Then he adds, with certain sorrow in his voice. ] And brave people scare others, cowards are much more common across the universe. I'm sorry that she's gone, Kovacs. But you're here, you're part of her legacy, and Quell was right. There are things still worth living for.
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he knows he's found reasons to keep pushing himself, how he'd taken bancroft's case from an instinct that there was more for him to discover from it aside from the mystery of the murder. just as he's come here, to this station, from making a deal that may or may not fix mistakes from the past.
still, he's not even sure that he believes even that, which makes it all the more reason to consider quill's words as something to consider for himself. ]
But if anyone should have survived, it should have been her. I ... I couldn't save them. And I can't — I can't save anyone.
[ so what is he here for? ]
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That's not true, you can do plenty of good. Back in Braccia, you distracted Cheri long enough that Spider-boy could get away with the orb, and give the others enough time to reach the top level.
[ And what Kovacs got was a broken arm for his bravery and the rest of the orbers' impressed gratitude. Or at least Peter's. Shaking his head, he wraps an arm around Kovacs' waist and gives it a squeeze. ]
There's still plenty to do. Come on, big guy, let's get you to your room. It won't feel good if you pass out here, and trust me you don't one the mini cleaning robot waking you up. That evil little shit almost broke my shin when I woke up in this station in the middle of a hallway, blocking its way.
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but he knows quill means well here, so at least for his sake, he won't argue. he's too high for that anyway.
the supportive wrap of his arm is probably necessarily too, his own body feeling too heavy for him to lift on his own right now. but with a sigh, he bends his knees to bring his boots flat to the ground to try to stand. ]
Yeah, okay. [ at least he can agree to that, even if he's not sure he'll feel much better in his own room. ] You too, huh? It gave me a hissy fit cause I showed up bleeding out right in front of it. Never forgiven me since.
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And up you go...[ If there's something else Peter is grateful for today, it is that Kovacs and him are the same height, and he has little issue lifting the man and supporting most of his weight. Peter tugs him a little closer by the waist, so Kovacs rest against his side and it's not in danger of slipping and faceplanting on the floor. Then he lets out an indignant sound. ]
Yeah, that thing is vicious for its little size! If we had had more of these, maybe finding the orb and fighting the mafia would have been easier.
[ He starts to walk them both, slowly, towards the entrance of the sunlight room, suddenly pondering where Kovacs room is. Petr comes to the conclusion that he had no fucking clue, and that he also doesn't know if Kovacs has a roommate. Even if he asked him, Peter can't trust what he might say due to Kovacs being not all that here. Oh well, hi room will have to do the trick. ]
Why were you bleeding?
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it's a good thing quill i capable of supporting him since his legs aren't very cooperative, at least not enough for properly walking on his own, even if he at least manages to keep himself somewhat up. as they begin to move, he can barely even decipher whether they're moving forwards or backwards.
at least he can manage enough to keep doing his part in conversation. ]
Got thrown in a fight arena right before all of this. I was winning, but — then got my ass kicked pretty bad.
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Ouch. I've seen you in a fight, these might have been some really heavy hitters then.
[ He moves slower than usual, practically dragging Kovacs around, but they get to their destination eventually. Parker isn't in the room when they get in, but that's not all that surprising considering the young man's weird night habits. It saves Peter some awkward explanation and Parker getting concerned about Kovacs, so there's that. ]
You know, this isn't how I ever pictured getting you in my bed. [ Peter jokes, lowering him to the bed with a snicker. ] Should I get you a bucket just in case?