( open ) and if i only could make a deal with god

[kovach]

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

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[ 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

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[ 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

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[ 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

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[ 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

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[ 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

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[ 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

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( 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. ♥ )

Comments

II

[laviny]

[Yelena wanders into the mess hall from the food storage area with a bag of chips and a beer. Truly a feast.

She takes a seat at Kovacs table, across from him and a couple of seats down. She tilts her head at the question.]

There are, but this is the one I wanted.

[She opens her beer, taking a sip and raising her eyebrows at him, as if challenging him to argue with this flawless logic.]

Lust

[morethan084]

[Daisy's standing outside Kirigan's room for a few minutes before she finally decides to just knock on the door. Things were--

Weird between them now. To say the least. And sure, she could just try to avoid him, but was that really possible here? No. It's better to just say what's on her mind and get it over with. She hears movement in the room and takes a step back from the door as it opens.]

Uh--

[Daisy got an eyeful before she quickly lifts her head to look off in a different direction.]

I, uh..

Wrong room.

Envy

[morethan084]

[The sunlight has quickly become one of Daisy's favorite spots on the station. Not that she's had much time to enjoy it, but, it's a nice break from all of the harsh lighting. Not that any of this was real either, but it felt real if she didn't think too much about it.]

So you do own clothes.

[Daisy teases, spotting Kovacs nearby. She doesn't notice at first, until she gets closer that something is off. As he turns to face in her direction momentarily, she catches the look on his face.

She knows that look, and it makes her smile a little in amusement.]

You good?

IV. It's Sad dead girlfriends feels hours

[spacedisaster]

[ His shoulder stopped hurting so much and Peter has been able to finally ditch the sling, but he's careful not to lift anything too heavy with his right arm. Sleeping in a comfortable position is still a tricky affair, and it's not helped by Peter's regular nightmares that have him thrashing around in bed. Upon waking up, sometimes he remembers about the dreams, sometimes he doesn't, and he can't tell what option is worse. Both let him feeling empty, his whole body tingling with tension as if there are hundreds of little needles prickling at his skin.

Tonight he remembers. Flashes of green skin with silver accents, a soft smile that is rare to see but makes his heart skip a beat with joy, his fingers running through ombre red hair, and Gamora's teary voice...I love you more than anything.. And then things have changed in thr dream. There was a nastier smile, belonging to a monster with purple skin and a black heart, taking her away. He lost her. He failed Gamora. And now she's dead, but she isn't and everything is too complicated.

Chest heaving, Peter leaves his room as quickly and quietly as he can to avoid waking up his roommate. He's still barefoot, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants and a simple t-shirt, walking around the station without knowing where to go because he can't escape his own skin, his own bad thoughts. When he somehow ends in the sunlight room, he only notices because the cold metal under his feet is replaced by warmed grass. He keeps walking, eyes unfocused, until he trips over one of Kovacs long legs by pure bad luck and has to catch himself before he ends face-planting on the ground. ]

Ah, shit, sorry. [ He turns to him, but Kovacs seems to be far away too, talking to someone who isn't here. There's something about his tone of voice - broken, hurt, familiar - that pulls at Peter's heart. He kneels down next to the other man, not touching him but calling out his name to try and get his attention. ] Takeshi...?

ii

[retributioning]

[ renfri, in the meantime, has got her own wounds — superficial compared to his — dressed and, like so many others, makes it to the kitchens to get something to eat... or drink.

drinking sounds particularly appealing. so she pours herself a large mug of ale, dressed still in her half-bloody white dress shirt and black dress pants, hair mussed from her carefully arranged curls, and her sword strapped to her side, still.

oh, she fully intends to sit on her own at first, to find an empty table and talk to absolutely no one... but she spots kovacs, and, recognising him from the involuntarily-witnessed top floor scene, the corner of her mouth twists up into a grin.

she sits opposite him with no fanfare, and as he questions her decision, she shrugs, taking a large gulp of her ale before setting her mug back on the table. ]

I can move, if you'd like.

[ she absolutely does not look like she'd move, even if he asked. besides... he may have not seen her, but maybe her voice is enough. ]

i - pride

[attackbrows]

[Be careful what you wish for, Kovacs.

Maybe it is a touch ironic for the Doctor to sit in the corner of the room, perched on top of the chair cushion like some restless house cat (or a milquetoast gargoyle, take your pick) with a packet of crisps in hand. The Doctor had long ditched his Lionetta wears and thrown on his typical, muted baroque grunge wear. So far, there has yet to be anyone coming in with any preconceived notions he is that kind of doctor. God help you if you are caught between him and a Hello Kitty band-aid. But it was no surprise that the infirmary quickly became the place to be once everyone was transported back to the station. Nothing like a cocktail packed to the brim with blind desire, hot-headedness and have that all shaken, not stirred. Add a touch of rattled bones for garnish.

All the Doctor can see with his two blue eyes is a burnt-out cigarette searching for whatever-it-is.]

Y’know they have professionals for that sort of thing.

[And then stuffs his mouth with several crisps.]

v. wrath

[unclesam]

[ The training room is filled with the sound of metal hitting something, over and over again, just instead of an unpleasant clang the sound is oddly striking, almost pleasant to the ears in ways metal hitting other surfaces shouldn't be. Sam's training with the shield. And what that means is acrobatics - for someone decidedly not short and lithe, Sam's quick on his feet, flexible in the air on jumps and flips, throwing and catching the shield over and over again.

He's reaching for a bottle of water, shield propped against a bench, when Kovacs speaks up, glances over and nods. The sleeves of his shirt are short, and his arms are showing some bruising, faint yet on his dark skin but they'll darken soon enough. Someone's been pushing at it a little hard. Still, Sam throws an easy grin. ]

Different kinda dance this time?

lust

[bossily]

[The funny part about her knocking on his door is she mistakes it for belonging to someone else. Rooms and where her friends belong inside them is still a work in process in the memory department. It'll all come back to her, but for now, it's late at night and she's unable to sleep. That means seeking companionship.

The fact that the potential late night companion is completely naked is a bit of a surprise. But hey, she's not complaining. She just arches her eyebrows and takes the time to give him an appraising look up and down. Her eyes may or may not pause down below the waist for an extended period before eventually glancing back up to his eyes. His very squinty eyes. She doesn't even have the decency to look ashamed for checking him out.]

You might wanna work on your approach if this is your idea of a proposition.

II

[savingthrows]

[ Have teenage girl company, Kovacs. It's exactly what your day needs. Eleven plops down opposite him, and brings with her a plate stacked way too high with a swaying tower of waffles, much too generously decorated with whipped cream and a mountain of sprinkles.

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. ]

vi, slides in late to the party

[peasant]

[ all of alina's gathered confidence evaporates in the seconds it takes for the door to swing open on kovac's bleary-eyed face. whatever speech she had arranged on her way here, setting her mouth into a pinched scowl — it all falls away, once she realizes ...

this is far from the man she had been planning to assail and ambush with words alone. her surprise is doe-like, a creature that's traipsed out of the woods to find itself face to face with unexpected company, as she wordlessly blinks back at him — and then recovers quickly enough, as though she had never been caught in the act of storming over to the darkling's door to rain a downpour of choice words on him.

thankfully, kovac's nudity gives her the perfect excuse to play off her shock. to her credit, her eyes only briefly flicker over him in curiosity — like they're being pulled on a string against her will before she forces them back to his eyes. he's not the first naked body she's stumbled across, after all; modesty had never been among the first army's ranks. ]

Is this how you're greeting everyone who helped you? [ her eyebrows raise, faintly amused. she peeks around him and past the crack in the door, ensuring kirigan isn't fulfilling his usual duty of looming in dark corners. once satisfied, she swivels it back on him. ] I came to check on you.

[ not that she had fared much better, but — magic has healed most of the damage of her fractured arm, leaving behind only a field of berry-red bruises on her skin, slowly but surely fading as the hours tick by. ]