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Offline Lion

Couchmageddon [Neph]
« on: December 29, 2017, 11:55:08 pm »
Had it really been 4 months since he’d graduated? It didn’t feel like it in hindsight, the days blending together in one long stream of consciousness that had Soleas blinking blindly, stupidly at the days when he’d had the strict tight schedule at the ATC. Those ones he was more aware of, not knowing if the one time he fucked up was the last time.

Nobody knew what happened to you then, not specifically. You were either Trimmed, or...you graduated. You were useful or you were dead. You survived, or you didn’t. That was just how shit went down. Visiting the ATC had been a strong temptation, one that Soleas had mulled over and over again in his downtime, what little of it there was.

It’d taken some time adjusting. Even more than he wanted to admit. Vanaia had picked him fairly quickly, which had been a welcome relief. Any longer had he been left to putz around to his own devices and no doubt he would have gone mad with discontentment. Or made to do menial shit, like get coffee. He didn’t want to be an errand boy forever. That wasn’t why he became a Pilot. That wasn’t why he worked so hard…

Soleas let out a deep shuddering breath he’d been holding in that made his lungs hurt as the elevator rose up in the Citadel. The objects in hand only felt heavier the higher they went up because his heart couldn’t have found a moment of respite between the news and the thought of making the trip all the way to Haviah just for the sheer fact that Viktor was now a Stage 5. Finally.

Finally, he wasn’t the only one that made it out! Finally, he had someone he knew that was going to serve right along with him. All that remained was Aspen and he hoped against hope that she would make it. It wasn’t necessarily that he had any real doubt. He didn’t believe in lost causes. There was always that small chance, though, the possibility that either of them just might have…

NOPE. NO. No. No today. Not tonight.

Today Viktor made it. It was his day and Soleas had wandered all the way over here from Adstreia to give him a housewarming gift and a bundle of something homemade he’d whipped up himself. Woof, baking was one thing, but those four months had been an exercise in patience that Soleas hadn’t had to experience since learning his letters. Surviving Candyland was one thing, but the very real fear of starving to death dawned on Soleas the second he’d gotten his apartment, and his walls were more than just a little blackened for it.

It was no matter now. A few tests here, several experiments there and he hoped that Viktor would at least enjoy the appetizer he brought him. And if that didn’t suffice, he had a small batch of cookies in his backpack.  But that was for dessert.

“Yoyoyoyo, and a bottle of rum,” Soleas announced as he rapped his foot agains the door, his arms currently occupied. He wore sweats and running shoes, nothing overly obscure, and a fine evening to actually wear lounge clothing as opposed to infiltration gear. A loose-fitting tank underneath that and a sweater, and the backpack, that hung loosely on his shoulders. Soleas kicked at the door a second time just in case the first time wasn’t loud enough. “Cmon, you can’t make your ladylove just stand outside the door all night Viktor. Trisha is wilting here!”

He glanced down at the small potted fern in his arm. Plants were great housewarming gifts right?  God he hoped so. His apartment had a futon, an armchair and a barely stocked fridge. It was more barebones than a body nibbled on by starving rats. Rats that probably ate better than Soleas did on most days. JJs was almost too good to be true when bumbling home at 4 am.

“Vikkiiiiiii!” he called once again, this time his voice sing-songy. “I brought something for ya. C’mon. You got my messages right? You knew I was coming, now open the door.” Gods he hoped to hell he got those messages.  Or this was going to be really embarrassing.

Offline nephero

Re: Couchmageddon [Neph]
« Reply #1 on: January 07, 2018, 09:52:45 pm »
   Everything had just happened so fast. It felt like barely yesterday Viktor had been drafted in the first place. He tried to remember how his younger self had felt. Excited. Determined. Impatient. Ready to get all this training nonsense over with so he could assume his rightful place at the very top. It’d been everything he’d been created to do, after all.

   But now that he was here, a stage 5 and merely waiting to be chosen, he didn’t… know how to feel about any of it. It was like he was rattling out of his own skin— he couldn’t sit still, and for about the three hundredth time he’d moved his belongings around his designated quarters, rearranging his furniture three inches to the left and then right back again when that didn’t somehow make him feel any better.

   What was wrong with him? He should have been elated. This was what he spent the entirety of his life preparing for. What he’d studied endlessly for. Everything he put up with he’d put up with to get to this moment. And his birthday was only a mere few days away— another milestone in the carefully laid path of his destiny. Soon he’d become a Pilot, a proper Pilot, and he’d be—

   His breath caught in his chest, filling the cavity there and crushing his lungs in the process. He flexed his fingers, squeezed tight around the poppet in his hands and tried to keep composed. A soft pressure of a thought, and his new coffee table slid across the floor, angling just so to be equally positioned between the couch and a small armchair.

   And it still wasn’t right.

   Fuck.

   Maybe it would have been better if he’d failed. Maybe it would have been better if something had happened, if he’d had his strings cut just like so many, just like what happened to Vaughan and what might still—

   NOPE. NO. No. Not today. Not tonight.

   Viktor took in a deep breath, and the rattling lessened slightly. No. Not today. This was it, and that was all there was to it. He’d made it, and that meant he just had to keep moving forward. That was all there was to it.

   He glanced at the clock and very nearly had a heart attack. Had he really been at this all day? Another soft pressure, and the blinds across his windows flicked open to reveal that, yes, the sun had long since set and he’d in fact wasted the entire day freaking the hell out and playing musical armchairs. The blinds snapped shut again with a kind of inanimate anger. Viktor took another breath, and set the poppet down, gently and carefully and with no small amount of fondness on the table beside the couch.

   To think, just a few months ago, he’d been terrorizing Soleas with it. Simpler times, back in the limbo of the ATC, when his future was still his future and not nearly so close to being the present. He touched at the poppet’s head, fingertips overly warm before a rapid thudding hit the door and nearly made him jump out of his skin.

   Viktor froze like he had just gotten caught sticking his hand in the cookie jar, hands snapping back to his side and face immediately frozen solid. It was only when the door thudded a second time that Viktor remembered he was alone, and no one had been there to witness that lapse in conduct. It was fine. Everything was fine.

   “Cmon, you can’t make your ladylove just stand outside the door all night Viktor. Trisha is wilting here!”

   Viktor blinked, and his shoulders eased. Soleas. Of course. Of course, the fool would never have allowed this momentous occasion to pass in anything close to peace. He’d jumped on the rails over food poisoning, of all things, after all. It was ridiculous, making such a long trip over something so miniscule, but…

   But it had been nice. Viktor had been embarrassed to hell and back, of course, and had grumbled about just wanting to be left alone to suffer and study, but the alarming fact of the matter was that when it came to Soleas, his protests were barely half-hearted at best. He liked having Soleas around. Liked spending time together. Liked it when it was just the two of them and liked how easy it was to relax and stop considering every last single aspect of it all. Liked how Soleas messaged him and said the sweetest things—

   Not that Viktor would ever admit to any such thing. He couldn’t admit to any such thing.

   And so he schooled his features into something akin to amused surprise, dark brows arched as he went to the door, sliding it open and blinking as if he had not, of course, known that Soleas had been on his way this whole time.

   “Oh. Hello. What are you doing in Haviah at this hour?” he said, coolly, though it was increasingly hard to keep his mouth under control, corner twitching upwards in mischief before he managed to stamp it back down again. Not that he really should have bothered— Soleas was Soleas, after all, and Viktor was entirely convinced that he knew just how fast his heart was beating. Kind of hard to hide something like that from a hemokinetic.

   “Well, pick yourself up and come inside. I’m sure they’ve already called security for all the carrying on you’re doing.”

Offline Lion

Re: Couchmageddon [Neph]
« Reply #2 on: October 04, 2018, 11:23:53 pm »
Soleas felt like he was standing out there with a flower in one hand and his dick in the other for hours - that's how long each minute seemed to last. For all he knew, he was, and staying in Adstreia probably would have been the best way to end this evening instead of lingering outside the door of a would be paramour.  Eugh, now that was a word he never thought would cross his mind. Lots of words did when it came to Viktor Blackmourne, but not that one.

High Class, Expectations, and Excellence, were among them. But paramour felt so strange. Although, not completely out of place. The question tended to come as to whom the term was most applicable. Was Viktor just a nice piece of ass that was convenient because Soleas liked to tease and get under his skin? Or was Soleas an excuse for Viktor to ignore his responsibilties, and have a good time?

It'd be a perfect set up, and would make sense in the grand scheme of things. He was a nobody from the slums and a nobody Pilot that would never make the headlines or have any career to gawk at. No one would remember him and Viktor could move along and get married and live his own life.

Not that that was something Soleas wanted to entertain. Not that it was something he wanted to think about at all. And it didn't at all make his stomach do nervous anxious flip flops while he was waiting for the door to open and Trisha the plant's leaves shake like a...well, leaf.

Soleas almost jumped when the door finally opened and there was Vikki, cool as as can be giving him that pointed look that made a shit-eating grin smear across the Blackbagger's face.

"I-" no need to explain, and just like that he ws invited inside.  Soleas grinned and waltzed right inside and let his chest brust past Viktor's shoulder, that faintest contact making the hemokinetic's heart leap up into his throat. "Well, don't mind if I do." His voice was a chummy pur, all the way into the living room. Where he stared at well - everything.

"Daaaaaaaaamn!" he murmured, his eyes wider than saucers as he had to take a minute to handle Viktor's new set up. "Like you think you remember that you're a Blackmourne. And then you see a decked out flat like this, and then you remember you're also a fucking Pilot. Shit, Vikki, all I had was a coffee table, a cot, and 25 packets of ketchup when I graduated."  He was bullshitting, and he knew Vikki would know he was bullshitting, but he just couldn't help himself as he decided on the perfect place to put Trisha.

"Ah-yes."  And right on the corner, next to the door, in a little place where she'd get lots of light from the window, but not burnt out. "I'm not good with taking care of plants. But like ain't it tradition to bring a housewarming gift for a someone you care about?"

The question expected no answer, none that he wanted to hear from Viktor anyway.  Soleas glanced over at those bright green glow gems. The same ones that regarded him with a scowl once upon a time. And...only seemed troubled now.

Soleas' grin softened, the corners falling just short of it's typical nonchalance and he closed the distance between him and Viktor, wrapping his arms around the slighter man's figure, hugging him gently. "I'm so happy you made it, Vikki. You fucking did," tucking his face into Viktor's shoulder and feeling heat prickle behind his own eyes.

 

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