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thisavrou_ooc2016-07-08 05:07 pm
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T E S T D R I V E |
"Don’t know when I’ll be back again."
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That's the crux of the situation, isn't it? She swallows, then reaches to brush her fingertips across his cheek. No more memories of what he did before, of how he looked before. No comparing his behavior then to his behavior now. This is some kind of fresh start. And she needs to accept it for what it is, in the here and now.
It's belated, but she nods. "Yes. You're you," she says. She leans in and kisses him, keeping her eyes open. It's a slow kiss, a contemplative one. She does want to connect with him physically, but it's not just about the physical aspect of the act this time. That's what makes the difference. It's intent.
She begins again, the same way as before, with a roll of her hips. But this time instead of being cocky about it she's slow and affectionate, gliding her hands down his arms to cover his hands. She rolls against him, and kisses him, and kneads lightly with her fingers.
Who can say what love is? Is this love, trying to drink in the sensations of touching him with her whole body, moving gently together as if to an unheard rhythm, preparing to join as one? Is it love, waiting for a man who had no guarantee of returning to her, and accepting the fact that when he did return he didn't even realize he'd been gone from her? Is it love, realizing the lust she has in her body toward his body isn't the same as the desire she has to make this work, to keep a hold of whatever this thing is?
She doesn't know, but it seems like it. Maybe it's better than what she had thought was love before he came back, not remembering the time before. Maybe it's better this way.
It's belated, but she nods. "Yes. You're you," she says. She leans in and kisses him, keeping her eyes open. It's a slow kiss, a contemplative one. She does want to connect with him physically, but it's not just about the physical aspect of the act this time. That's what makes the difference. It's intent.
She begins again, the same way as before, with a roll of her hips. But this time instead of being cocky about it she's slow and affectionate, gliding her hands down his arms to cover his hands. She rolls against him, and kisses him, and kneads lightly with her fingers.
Who can say what love is? Is this love, trying to drink in the sensations of touching him with her whole body, moving gently together as if to an unheard rhythm, preparing to join as one? Is it love, waiting for a man who had no guarantee of returning to her, and accepting the fact that when he did return he didn't even realize he'd been gone from her? Is it love, realizing the lust she has in her body toward his body isn't the same as the desire she has to make this work, to keep a hold of whatever this thing is?
She doesn't know, but it seems like it. Maybe it's better than what she had thought was love before he came back, not remembering the time before. Maybe it's better this way.
Church doesn't protest this time, doesn't question it or argue. He believes her - that he's someone different to her, even if he's not. So he can let himself have this. They've never been good at talking anyway.
He kisses her, eager and just as excited. His hands move out from under hers, grabbing at her thighs, then hips, waist, ribs, a grope at her chest, and finally settle on her arms, his fingers digging into her skin just a bit. He wants to be sure this is real. That she's real and in his arms. This whole experience, the Ingress, the Moira, ... Everything is surreal. But she's here. She's real.
And shit he's got to focus or he's going to lose it with how she's touching him, how she's grinding and kissing him. Fuck. He missed this. He loves this - loves her.
He kisses her, eager and just as excited. His hands move out from under hers, grabbing at her thighs, then hips, waist, ribs, a grope at her chest, and finally settle on her arms, his fingers digging into her skin just a bit. He wants to be sure this is real. That she's real and in his arms. This whole experience, the Ingress, the Moira, ... Everything is surreal. But she's here. She's real.
And shit he's got to focus or he's going to lose it with how she's touching him, how she's grinding and kissing him. Fuck. He missed this. He loves this - loves her.
[Adam certainly doesn't protest at having a glass put in his hands, but he doesn't take a drink just yet – instead keeping his gaze trained on Dorian, brows drawn together in a thoughtful frown, as if he's expecting the man's glass skin to crack from the exertion of further speech.
(It doesn't, but the concern is still there, etched subtly in the hard lines of Adam's face.)]
Explains some of what I saw earlier. I kind of thought the random patches of glass around the ship were an interesting design choice, but I wasn't going to say anything about it. [His tone marks it as an attempt at humor, though the continual frown somewhat ruins the effect.
Adam takes a moment to take his first taste of the wine, which turns out to be a grateful one; he'd never really developed a taste for the stuff, but it'd be obvious to anyone with functioning tastebuds how much better this is compared to the whiskey from earlier.
He takes another, much larger, drink before continuing (he'd never really learned to take sips, either.)] Wish I could say I'm a doctor or a magician, but… [Frankly, no one would mistake him for one.] The crew members who are, though– have they made much headway in finding out how to put things back to normal?
[He'd signed the contract, so it's just as much his problem as theirs – though he's not sure what he can do about it at this point, himself. These Caducans are long gone, as far as he can gather, along with anything they might know about how to fix this. No one left behind to work his own personal brand of magic on (because his knack for getting answers out of people can certainly be described as a sort of magic!)]
(It doesn't, but the concern is still there, etched subtly in the hard lines of Adam's face.)]
Explains some of what I saw earlier. I kind of thought the random patches of glass around the ship were an interesting design choice, but I wasn't going to say anything about it. [His tone marks it as an attempt at humor, though the continual frown somewhat ruins the effect.
Adam takes a moment to take his first taste of the wine, which turns out to be a grateful one; he'd never really developed a taste for the stuff, but it'd be obvious to anyone with functioning tastebuds how much better this is compared to the whiskey from earlier.
He takes another, much larger, drink before continuing (he'd never really learned to take sips, either.)] Wish I could say I'm a doctor or a magician, but… [Frankly, no one would mistake him for one.] The crew members who are, though– have they made much headway in finding out how to put things back to normal?
[He'd signed the contract, so it's just as much his problem as theirs – though he's not sure what he can do about it at this point, himself. These Caducans are long gone, as far as he can gather, along with anything they might know about how to fix this. No one left behind to work his own personal brand of magic on (because his knack for getting answers out of people can certainly be described as a sort of magic!)]
[He can't help the little scoffing sound once the feeling registers. Oh come now doctor he's fine! He's got this! These are just little... light balls! No worries here.]
[But it is a welcome routine. One he falls into without a second thought.]
As soon as these things started swarming. I hardly got a look around! It's very rude!
[As he shoves one into a wall with the edge of his shield. Glancing back at her.]
Come, then. We will find it together.
[But it is a welcome routine. One he falls into without a second thought.]
As soon as these things started swarming. I hardly got a look around! It's very rude!
[As he shoves one into a wall with the edge of his shield. Glancing back at her.]
Come, then. We will find it together.
[ That makes him laugh a little. Not much. ]
It seems that way. But, I can assure you, I mean no harm.
[ He realizes anyone can say that, but Obi-Wan's pretty good at selling it since it's the truth. If he never had to harm another thing again, it would be just fine with him. ]
Have you been to space before?
It seems that way. But, I can assure you, I mean no harm.
[ He realizes anyone can say that, but Obi-Wan's pretty good at selling it since it's the truth. If he never had to harm another thing again, it would be just fine with him. ]
Have you been to space before?
The roaming of his hands shows that he's finally entered into it and she responds by removing her shirt. Slowly the dance begins—touch, kiss, pull away enough to remove some article of clothing, press together again. Finally they're both nude and she pushes him back and rocks herself down onto him, eager to feel that rush that comes with orgasm—so sensitive, so heady, so ripe. She moves with him, she moves with him, she moves with him, and oh, the touch of his hands, skin against skin, and the feel of his cock; the sensations overwhelm her and she's not one to make noise like this normally but she feels almost like she owes it to him to prove she knows it's him and she grips his shoulders and throws her head back and moans his name. She rides it out, and lowers her gaze again, and then she lays on him to kiss him.
Schyeah! They're the best, like ever!
[He looks so excited help him Drift.]
[He looks so excited help him Drift.]
[ They're little light balls that everyone is panicking over and being chased and bitten by!! Nothing about that sounds harmless until she sees how easily he squishes them into the wall. ]
Well, that certainly explains it. I've been here a little bit longer than that; something strange has been going on here... I tried going swimming in the pool earlier and the water is making everyone inconsolably depressed. Now these... Hopefully soon we can explore together.
[ She'll want everyone to stick together as they find them; for support if nothing else. Oh, she hasn't seen him in years. If only these were better circumstances. Her relief is palpable in the ease of her shoulders when he claims that they'll find it together, smiling. ]
Weren't you doing anything? I don't want to interrupt you.
Well, that certainly explains it. I've been here a little bit longer than that; something strange has been going on here... I tried going swimming in the pool earlier and the water is making everyone inconsolably depressed. Now these... Hopefully soon we can explore together.
[ She'll want everyone to stick together as they find them; for support if nothing else. Oh, she hasn't seen him in years. If only these were better circumstances. Her relief is palpable in the ease of her shoulders when he claims that they'll find it together, smiling. ]
Weren't you doing anything? I don't want to interrupt you.
Hope so. [ For your sake, Steve. What happens in his world isn't that great, and it has little to do with the wars. He'd prefer that, maybe, to what humanity's turned into. Andyr's fingers trace over the circular lines stylistically embedded in the shield, running into the jagged scratches the bisect it, looking like claw marks. he wants to ask, what those were from, what's strong enough to scratch up something that's the strongest metal his world has. another time, maybe. for now, it gives his hands something to do, his mind something to be distracted with. ]
New Orleans. In Louisiana? [ he blinks up, looking to steve. it's been a while since high school history for him, and even then, he hadn't graduated. andyr's assuming the same city was still there, 300 years ago when the USA was still united, and of enough note to be familiar. though, Louisiana's more a province now than a state. ] It's the capital of The South now. DC's The East Coast, Chicago's Midwest, Portland's West Coast. South's got the biggest military, though, because Hapsburg's right there in the capital. They supply the government, basically run the country.
[ And that's where Andyr lives. Right at the center of their literal Fortress, in the capital of the more formidable nation left of the once most militaristically terrifying country on the globe. Owned by the psycho running it. And that's right where he'd going back to, once the Ingress decides it's tired of him. He's trying not to get too attached to this place. To the freedom, to the food, to the stars. To people who play at kind a little better, like Steve. Maybe actually are a genuine as they put on, but he's not throwing his unreserved faith into that yet. ] It's been about 300 years since then, but I don't remember the USA having anything about a Captain America. If that helps you feel better.
New Orleans. In Louisiana? [ he blinks up, looking to steve. it's been a while since high school history for him, and even then, he hadn't graduated. andyr's assuming the same city was still there, 300 years ago when the USA was still united, and of enough note to be familiar. though, Louisiana's more a province now than a state. ] It's the capital of The South now. DC's The East Coast, Chicago's Midwest, Portland's West Coast. South's got the biggest military, though, because Hapsburg's right there in the capital. They supply the government, basically run the country.
[ And that's where Andyr lives. Right at the center of their literal Fortress, in the capital of the more formidable nation left of the once most militaristically terrifying country on the globe. Owned by the psycho running it. And that's right where he'd going back to, once the Ingress decides it's tired of him. He's trying not to get too attached to this place. To the freedom, to the food, to the stars. To people who play at kind a little better, like Steve. Maybe actually are a genuine as they put on, but he's not throwing his unreserved faith into that yet. ] It's been about 300 years since then, but I don't remember the USA having anything about a Captain America. If that helps you feel better.
Seriously?
[ The question is flat, yet somehow incredulous at the same time. Why would someone make an AI that can't be transferred? What happened if the facility it was in got shut down? They just scrapped it and got a new one? Jesus.
There's a huff of annoyance and continued disbelief over this as Wash shifts the monitor back to its original position, not planning on bothering with a more in depth search with that answer. He's really not sure what the ship will do with this then, if it's just some monitor and keyboard with an AI inside that can't be moved from system to system, though he's broken off from the train of thought by the question that comes up.
Oh. A name. Yeah, he supposes he can supply that. ]
Agen-- ...Uh. Washington. [ Definitely not an 'Agent' anymore. ]
You mind returning the favour?
[ Might as well make it a full introduction if they're already halfway there. ]
[ The question is flat, yet somehow incredulous at the same time. Why would someone make an AI that can't be transferred? What happened if the facility it was in got shut down? They just scrapped it and got a new one? Jesus.
There's a huff of annoyance and continued disbelief over this as Wash shifts the monitor back to its original position, not planning on bothering with a more in depth search with that answer. He's really not sure what the ship will do with this then, if it's just some monitor and keyboard with an AI inside that can't be moved from system to system, though he's broken off from the train of thought by the question that comes up.
Oh. A name. Yeah, he supposes he can supply that. ]
Agen-- ...Uh. Washington. [ Definitely not an 'Agent' anymore. ]
You mind returning the favour?
[ Might as well make it a full introduction if they're already halfway there. ]
I know those cities.
[ Which probably doesn't help to comfort Andyr any—or if he's even looking for that, especially from him. The world must be different if the future's changed so much for Andyr and not so much for Steve, though the fighting appears to still be the same. Inevitably, he's waiting for someone to say something about the way they've handled things, about the destruction and deaths that had spread because of Ultron and because of Loki, and there's that same sort of frown again, pulling his mouth thin as he watches him trace the curves of the shield. (He had done that too much once before, tucked in a foxhole or waiting for the order to go, and somehow, it's the nostalgia of the moment that makes him think of Bucky, reminds him of that moment on Zola's train when his best friend had picked up the shield and-- ) Steve stands, leaving Andyr with the shield as he picks up their wet things and wraps them easily in the extra towel he'd left atop the dresser. Idle sitting and idle talking: two things he'd never been very good at. ]
Maybe you wouldn't have if it's been that long, but it's okay. [ The thought of living even further beyond his time is more upsetting than what he might live to see. ] You ever hear of a city called New York? That's where I'm from. Brooklyn. [ Because it's all about specifics, and there's no way in hell he'd ever want someone to get it mixed up with Queens or all the other boroughs. It's kind of laughable considering he doesn't even know if he'd ever want to go back since all those he's ever cared for are right here with him now, alive and well. And because he can't help it: ] Those other places-- are all of 'em like the one you're from?
[ Which probably doesn't help to comfort Andyr any—or if he's even looking for that, especially from him. The world must be different if the future's changed so much for Andyr and not so much for Steve, though the fighting appears to still be the same. Inevitably, he's waiting for someone to say something about the way they've handled things, about the destruction and deaths that had spread because of Ultron and because of Loki, and there's that same sort of frown again, pulling his mouth thin as he watches him trace the curves of the shield. (He had done that too much once before, tucked in a foxhole or waiting for the order to go, and somehow, it's the nostalgia of the moment that makes him think of Bucky, reminds him of that moment on Zola's train when his best friend had picked up the shield and-- ) Steve stands, leaving Andyr with the shield as he picks up their wet things and wraps them easily in the extra towel he'd left atop the dresser. Idle sitting and idle talking: two things he'd never been very good at. ]
Maybe you wouldn't have if it's been that long, but it's okay. [ The thought of living even further beyond his time is more upsetting than what he might live to see. ] You ever hear of a city called New York? That's where I'm from. Brooklyn. [ Because it's all about specifics, and there's no way in hell he'd ever want someone to get it mixed up with Queens or all the other boroughs. It's kind of laughable considering he doesn't even know if he'd ever want to go back since all those he's ever cared for are right here with him now, alive and well. And because he can't help it: ] Those other places-- are all of 'em like the one you're from?
New York City, yeah. Brooklyn, I dunno. [ Andyr frowns, shaking his head for a second, trying to think back to stuff he learned six years ago, between the haze of everything that happened in Hapsburg and all he did in trying to take that part of himself apart and put it somewhere cold, somewhere safe. somewhere forgettable. eventually, he gives up, shrugging, and sets the shield aside on the spot steve was sitting in a moment ago, pulling his feet up on the edge of the bed instead, and leaning his chin on his knees. ] I've never been to East Coast. I hear they're stuck up.
[ Well, when all you get for your world view is stuff people in the South, particularly the less educated poor of the South, say about northerns, that happens. But Steve doesn't seem stuck up. Then again, Steve's not from his world, or at least his time, it seems. Maybe things are different. On the subject of what those cities are like, though, Andyr doesn't need to have been there to know. Not that. ]
Yeah. Whole world's like that. [ it's just what it is now. his eyes cast down, looking at the hem of the pants he'd borrowed from steve, and the outline of his toes underneath it. ] Except for Alaska and Gaza. I hear, at least. Never been. [ and he tries not to think about them much, now. he knows alva's family is in alaska, and they sent miray and avis there. it must be alright. mikal's plan is to retreat to gaza, after the hits on the new orleans houses. but that's if they get that far. if andyr leaves through it. if he doesn't just get himself killed in the raids pulling off a bombing or something for the sake of not being a big target on mikal's back. hope is a painful thing, for people like him. ]
[ Well, when all you get for your world view is stuff people in the South, particularly the less educated poor of the South, say about northerns, that happens. But Steve doesn't seem stuck up. Then again, Steve's not from his world, or at least his time, it seems. Maybe things are different. On the subject of what those cities are like, though, Andyr doesn't need to have been there to know. Not that. ]
Yeah. Whole world's like that. [ it's just what it is now. his eyes cast down, looking at the hem of the pants he'd borrowed from steve, and the outline of his toes underneath it. ] Except for Alaska and Gaza. I hear, at least. Never been. [ and he tries not to think about them much, now. he knows alva's family is in alaska, and they sent miray and avis there. it must be alright. mikal's plan is to retreat to gaza, after the hits on the new orleans houses. but that's if they get that far. if andyr leaves through it. if he doesn't just get himself killed in the raids pulling off a bombing or something for the sake of not being a big target on mikal's back. hope is a painful thing, for people like him. ]
Edited 2016-07-20 08:07 (UTC)
He follows her lead, letting her move him and use him to her heart's content. He keeps his hands on her, keeps his lips in contact with her skin as much as he can. And when he comes, riding out his orgasm with her, he digs his fingers into her hips, has an anxious thought about if these cloned bodies can get pregnant, and chokes out her name.
It takes him a minute to respond to her kisses, his nerves still buzzing and his mind still slow, but he's happy to oblige, and moves his lips against hers, his arms shifting to wrap around her torso, holding her close to his chest.
So much better than talking.
It takes him a minute to respond to her kisses, his nerves still buzzing and his mind still slow, but he's happy to oblige, and moves his lips against hers, his arms shifting to wrap around her torso, holding her close to his chest.
So much better than talking.
The fact is, he's going to go fucking crazy if he's left by himself. This ship is fucking with him. At least if Wash is here, he's got something to focus on — as annoying and asshole-ish as he is.
Church tilts his head and raises an eyebrow, though the former motion is the only thing seen. Gotta love those helmets. "Really? That sounds pretty fucked up, dude. This ship is uh ... somethin' else, huh?"
Don't ever say he wasn't an excellent conversationalist.
Church tilts his head and raises an eyebrow, though the former motion is the only thing seen. Gotta love those helmets. "Really? That sounds pretty fucked up, dude. This ship is uh ... somethin' else, huh?"
Don't ever say he wasn't an excellent conversationalist.
Edited 2016-07-20 08:12 (UTC)
[ He doesn't have to be able to read people well to read Andyr enough to know this isn't the best topic to cross. It seems their conversations, since that very first moment, always weigh sort of heavy, and Steve doesn't want to push a reminder on him of just how bad the place is he's left if he can help it. So, he's careful about what he says this time, leaving the wet clothes in that towel atop his dresser so he can turn and lean with his back against it. Arms crossed, and this is an easier position to watch Andyr from, pick out his mannerisms, the differences and the sometimes uncanny similarities that make him feel as if he's watching a ghost.
But no. That's not fair, and that isn't what this is about. This isn't why he'd saved him or why he'd brought him here. There's a reason to the fact they met, no matter how strained their introductions have been, and Steve fights for that conviction against the lingering sadness that still threatens to overwhelm him at the edges. His curiosity is piqued regardless of circumstance, and it could never be irony that places Andyr beside his shield, a thing he would use to protect him. Just as he tries to protect all those aboard the ship. ]
I'll take you some time. [ Just as casual as you please, like they're not on a spaceship in the middle of a universe no one really knows anything about. Could he even bring someone to his world from another? If he asked, maybe Thor would know something. ] If not that, I'd at least help get you to Alaska. Or Gaza. Wherever you wanna go. [ Which is a promise he shouldn't make, even if he truly believes he could make a difference in some way if he did. Fight for something real, a cause that would help so many people and lift the chains of oppression. If he could do this one small thing for him, this would be it. ] I might not know a lot about where it is you come from, but from what you've told me, that isn't freedom. Or even living. No one should make that choice for someone else.
[ Even now, he wants to fix it, wants to help. Steve only wishes he knew how, and just like that, he shakes his head, breathing out an apology. Sorry. ]
But no. That's not fair, and that isn't what this is about. This isn't why he'd saved him or why he'd brought him here. There's a reason to the fact they met, no matter how strained their introductions have been, and Steve fights for that conviction against the lingering sadness that still threatens to overwhelm him at the edges. His curiosity is piqued regardless of circumstance, and it could never be irony that places Andyr beside his shield, a thing he would use to protect him. Just as he tries to protect all those aboard the ship. ]
I'll take you some time. [ Just as casual as you please, like they're not on a spaceship in the middle of a universe no one really knows anything about. Could he even bring someone to his world from another? If he asked, maybe Thor would know something. ] If not that, I'd at least help get you to Alaska. Or Gaza. Wherever you wanna go. [ Which is a promise he shouldn't make, even if he truly believes he could make a difference in some way if he did. Fight for something real, a cause that would help so many people and lift the chains of oppression. If he could do this one small thing for him, this would be it. ] I might not know a lot about where it is you come from, but from what you've told me, that isn't freedom. Or even living. No one should make that choice for someone else.
[ Even now, he wants to fix it, wants to help. Steve only wishes he knew how, and just like that, he shakes his head, breathing out an apology. Sorry. ]
Edited 2016-07-20 08:49 (UTC)
To New York. [ The flattest look Andyr can muster is settled on him, because what Steve just said may as well have been "i'm going to make unicorns fly out of my ass and then disappear in a puff of neon green smoke to the tune of the harry potter soundtrack" for all the likelihood that's associated with it. ] You'll take me... to New York City.
[ and to alaska, and to gaza, apparently. they'll just go skipping right the fuck out into outer space, or out hapsburg's front door while all the guards that've tased him over the last six years and all the doctors that've cut into his body and rearranged his insides for fun wave him bye bye and throw flowers. and yet, there's a part of andyr that wants to believe it. maybe if he was still seventeen. if he still thought all he had to do was hide well enough, he could have a normal life. but the world proved him wrong in that in the worst ways possible, and the kind of promises steve's making are the kinds people break. instead, he snorts, looking down to the hem of his pants again, as he picks at the threading. ]
No, it's not. Not freedom, not living. It's not even being cattle or lab rats, because at least they get animal cruelty laws. [ it's still fucked up to kick a puppy. not to kick a Mouse. another long moment has andyr silent, looking past his hands, through the floor, the level under it, the space outside the ship, unfocused, before he speaks up again, quiet. ]
I don't wanna go to Alaska or Gaza. [ for the entirety of what he tells him, andyr's voice is soft and even, but hollowed. there's anger there, somewhere, but it comes out cold and detached. like this is something that's gone through his head a million times in a million different ways already. ] I want to burn the entire fucking city to the ground. I want to listen to them scream. All the shitstains that put us there, all the assholes that didn't lift a fucking finger to stop it, all the peaceful protesters that thought holding up fucking signs and printing off clever slogans on t-shirts did me any fucking favors. I want them to look at me like I'm the monster under the goddamn bed, and I want them to die.
[ what he wants right now, at least. what he'd wanted when he was on that lab table, when he had chains on his wrists and legs, when he was being stripped down and twisted one way and the other and had needles and blades and fingers and tubes shoved into him wherever anyone pleased. what he'll want if he does get out, he doesn't know. he's done a lot of fucked up things to people in the houses, and while saying it feels like something soothing, he's not sure he really could. maybe. but he doubts he'd have the chance to figure out. leaning to the side, he turns away from steve, crawling further into the weirdly shaped bed, towards the back of it. ]
And I wanna take a nap.
[ and to alaska, and to gaza, apparently. they'll just go skipping right the fuck out into outer space, or out hapsburg's front door while all the guards that've tased him over the last six years and all the doctors that've cut into his body and rearranged his insides for fun wave him bye bye and throw flowers. and yet, there's a part of andyr that wants to believe it. maybe if he was still seventeen. if he still thought all he had to do was hide well enough, he could have a normal life. but the world proved him wrong in that in the worst ways possible, and the kind of promises steve's making are the kinds people break. instead, he snorts, looking down to the hem of his pants again, as he picks at the threading. ]
No, it's not. Not freedom, not living. It's not even being cattle or lab rats, because at least they get animal cruelty laws. [ it's still fucked up to kick a puppy. not to kick a Mouse. another long moment has andyr silent, looking past his hands, through the floor, the level under it, the space outside the ship, unfocused, before he speaks up again, quiet. ]
I don't wanna go to Alaska or Gaza. [ for the entirety of what he tells him, andyr's voice is soft and even, but hollowed. there's anger there, somewhere, but it comes out cold and detached. like this is something that's gone through his head a million times in a million different ways already. ] I want to burn the entire fucking city to the ground. I want to listen to them scream. All the shitstains that put us there, all the assholes that didn't lift a fucking finger to stop it, all the peaceful protesters that thought holding up fucking signs and printing off clever slogans on t-shirts did me any fucking favors. I want them to look at me like I'm the monster under the goddamn bed, and I want them to die.
[ what he wants right now, at least. what he'd wanted when he was on that lab table, when he had chains on his wrists and legs, when he was being stripped down and twisted one way and the other and had needles and blades and fingers and tubes shoved into him wherever anyone pleased. what he'll want if he does get out, he doesn't know. he's done a lot of fucked up things to people in the houses, and while saying it feels like something soothing, he's not sure he really could. maybe. but he doubts he'd have the chance to figure out. leaning to the side, he turns away from steve, crawling further into the weirdly shaped bed, towards the back of it. ]
And I wanna take a nap.
Edited 2016-07-20 10:42 (UTC)
No, after the final push back against the Reapers. We built a - we were hoping it was a weapon against the Reapers, but it needed the Citadel, and the Reapers brought it to Earth -
[With her family onboard. Her face falls at the thought.
[And then she realizes:] Wait, how do you remember the attack? They only hit Earth this year, not...
[Before Virmire.]
[With her family onboard. Her face falls at the thought.
[And then she realizes:] Wait, how do you remember the attack? They only hit Earth this year, not...
[Before Virmire.]
"Great talk," Church counters, grinning up at her. He moves his hands to gently knead at her thighs, wanting to stay close, not wanting to leave ever yet.
A pause, fishing for something to say that isn't sickeningly sappy, then, "You can't get pregnant, right?" He asks, blurting out the question. Fucking smooth, asshole.
A pause, fishing for something to say that isn't sickeningly sappy, then, "You can't get pregnant, right?" He asks, blurting out the question. Fucking smooth, asshole.
"I'm on birth control," she says. "Doc Yewll is pretty efficient about stuff like that." She tilts her head a little, watching his face. It's nice to see him smile, but she still has to get good and acquainted with his new face.
She brushes her fingers back along his ear. Not his new face. She has to stop thinking that. She slowly winds her fingers into his hair and closes her eyes as she leans in for another kiss. Whatever's going on, it's a new start for him, and she's coming to respect that.
She brushes her fingers back along his ear. Not his new face. She has to stop thinking that. She slowly winds her fingers into his hair and closes her eyes as she leans in for another kiss. Whatever's going on, it's a new start for him, and she's coming to respect that.
Church opens his mouth to say something more, but he stops when she touches him, and nips at her lips when she leans in to kiss him.
"What do I look like?" He asks a minute later, breaking their kiss and dropping his head back against the bed. "Because I haven't seen a mirror since I got here." Odd question to start out with, but he's curious. Sue him.
"What do I look like?" He asks a minute later, breaking their kiss and dropping his head back against the bed. "Because I haven't seen a mirror since I got here." Odd question to start out with, but he's curious. Sue him.
She opens her mouth, about to give a description that compares him to the clone of Adrien he was in before, but of course that will give him no context. She hesitates and rubs his cheek. "Asian. Dark skin." She smirks a little. "Good strong jaw line. It's pretty hot. Makes me want to chew on it." Which she may as well, since she said it. She drops her head down next to his neck and nibbles a short row of bites along his jaw, interrupted with little licks to soothe the skin. She's only taken the morning off but now that they're here, she just wants to spend the whole day fucking his brains out. Partly an effect of staying celibate while he was gone, she supposes.
He can live with that. If she finds him hot, that's all that really matters. ... Mostly.
He tilts his head to allow her better access, letting out a pleased hum. He shifts a little under her, then moves to get his hands on her ass, groping as she kisses him. He'd definitely not complain if they stayed in this bed all day.
He tilts his head to allow her better access, letting out a pleased hum. He shifts a little under her, then moves to get his hands on her ass, groping as she kisses him. He'd definitely not complain if they stayed in this bed all day.
[ The ease with which he moves his body for her only goes to show that he's already used to such examinations, and she wonders idly where the experience came from. Surely military exams were fairly routine, but did they apply to other professions, other countries? The second he puts up resistance she'll back off with an apologetic furrow of her brows and a little smile. ]
I apologize; that was rather sudden of me. You think it was the water that triggered a heavy emotional response, then...? I suppose as a carrier, water would be about as ideal as solids, rather than gas, but to put it in the pool...
[ She won't claim to know better. Angela's a new arrival herself, and futuristic experience with the world's different militaries and their weapons or preferred acts of terrorism only give her a primer of what could happen. It didn't necessarily apply here. They're a long way from home, now, and space is a completely different terrain. ]
Have you been here long? I assume it hasn't always been this way, or there'd be warnings posted, no? Everyone on board has seemed so peaceful.
[ It doesn't bode well that there's poisoned pools and strange glowing biting creatures about. But when he stands and moves to the pool, she'll follow after him, towel at hand when she kneels down at the edge and looks over to her accomplice. ]
Are you sure you're ready to do this again?
[ She may not be outright saying he'd looked so upset, ...but he had. And still does, a bit, though the wet lashes and redness may be amping that up. ]
I apologize; that was rather sudden of me. You think it was the water that triggered a heavy emotional response, then...? I suppose as a carrier, water would be about as ideal as solids, rather than gas, but to put it in the pool...
[ She won't claim to know better. Angela's a new arrival herself, and futuristic experience with the world's different militaries and their weapons or preferred acts of terrorism only give her a primer of what could happen. It didn't necessarily apply here. They're a long way from home, now, and space is a completely different terrain. ]
Have you been here long? I assume it hasn't always been this way, or there'd be warnings posted, no? Everyone on board has seemed so peaceful.
[ It doesn't bode well that there's poisoned pools and strange glowing biting creatures about. But when he stands and moves to the pool, she'll follow after him, towel at hand when she kneels down at the edge and looks over to her accomplice. ]
Are you sure you're ready to do this again?
[ She may not be outright saying he'd looked so upset, ...but he had. And still does, a bit, though the wet lashes and redness may be amping that up. ]
That's something they can agree on, at least. Being alone will lead to going crazy at the hands of the ship, so using the annoying asshole on the observation deck with them as a distraction is the better option.
"It was." Wash responds flatly. It still is fucked up. Still messing with his head even a months after the fact. "Yeah, 'something else' is one way of putting it." The incredibly mild way of putting it. Wash looks whole-heartedly unimpressed with Church's question, with Church in general, even, and he's judging those conversation skills heavily. But, again, it's better than the crushing loneliness, inability to breathe, and horrific hallucinations, so. He'll suck it up.
"Don't get comfortable here. The moment you do, things go sideways. This place goes above and beyond with finding new, creative ways to fuck with everyone."
"It was." Wash responds flatly. It still is fucked up. Still messing with his head even a months after the fact. "Yeah, 'something else' is one way of putting it." The incredibly mild way of putting it. Wash looks whole-heartedly unimpressed with Church's question, with Church in general, even, and he's judging those conversation skills heavily. But, again, it's better than the crushing loneliness, inability to breathe, and horrific hallucinations, so. He'll suck it up.
"Don't get comfortable here. The moment you do, things go sideways. This place goes above and beyond with finding new, creative ways to fuck with everyone."
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