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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. ♥ )
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he's relieved she isn't so quick to pull away, even if he feels a selfishness in seeking the way her body continues to surround him, feeling like a child in the way he sinks into her embrace, his own arms curled around her back, fingertips warm as they lazily trace her spine. ]
Yeah. [ his voice is a whisper, the word almost spoken in a breath. ] He comes and goes. [ truth be told, he doesn't even know if kirigan'll be back tonight. they tend to keep out of each other's businesses for the most part.
turning his head, his lips kiss soft at her shoulder, relaxed as he sighs. ] But you can still stay the night if you want.
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[She murmurs a reassurance of that, turning her head to press her cheek against his for a second. It's meant to hide the smile on her face, one that's content and at ease. But she lets him see it as she slips free to lie in the bed, pulling him down along with her.]
It doesn't matter if he comes back. I just didn't want to overstay my welcome.
[It's an amused admission, because caring what he thinks is absolutely ridiculous.]
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Long as you don't mind the crowded mattress.
[ he's pretty sure these beds aren't intended for more than one anyway, and as he lays down beside her with her coaxing, he finds himself plenty close to her, resting his hand at her bare hip, fingers lazily tracing invisible lines along the curve. ]
And as long as you don't snore. Light sleeper.
[ of course he's kidding. maybe. ]
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[She scoffs as she shifts so her head is resting against his chest, arm splayed out over him. Her fingers tiptoe across his stomach until they trace across a scar, where her palm slips to press gently.
It's easy to slip into this with him, to feel perfectly content lying here tangled together. Her foot rubs against his, just getting used to the feeling of him being against her this way. It's incredibly comfortable, both physically and emotionally. She could definitely get used to this.
She's still smiling as her eyes close and she relaxes completely against him.]
Wouldn't want to wake you up and risk you being grumpy all day. I'm not sure you'd ever forgive me.
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[ not that he ultimately minded even if his initial sluggish state from freshly waking up had led him to dragging his feet to the door, forgetting to cover up in this process. ultimately, it hadn't mattered, especially now that he, and she, remain without a layer of clothing, leaving plenty of skin to press warm together as she curves her body against his.
he brings his arm around her, a supportive wrap as he urges her in rest against his chest, sighing when she traces the markings of scars, some of which don't even necessarily belong to him. ]
Just make sure to hold your skirt down tight when you go walking off. Might wanna be careful about the kind of morning view you offer up to the rest of the station.
[ since he did rip her underwear and all. ]
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[Ha ha, she's a comic over here. She is blushing profusely though, so he can count that as a victory.]
You owe me a new pair of knickers, by the way.
[She laughs now, turning her head so the sound is muffled against his chest. Her hand resumes motion, fingers tracing along until she's able to rest her palm over his heart. The steady beating there makes her press her other hand over her own chest. Feeling a slow and steady pounding there makes her feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and relief. As her hand drops away from her body she feels her eyes begin to grow heavier.]
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[ the neutral tone is a signal that he isn't being serious, especially with the string of jokes they're falling into. he isn't inclined towards jealousy, not really, and even if that were the case — well, there's nothing to be jealous of here. not when he knows this is ... simply what it is.
but he gives a small smirk at her reminder, his eyes closing as he focus on keeping her close with the wrap of his arm. ]
Mhmm, yeah, we'll see. [ it's muttered now, feeling her fingers at his heart, soothing to calm him down, to quiet everything again, and with the ease of her closeness, he knows it'll be all too easy to find sleep again, and that the rest will be even more peaceful than what he's been able to find a long time. ]