galcsis

[galcsis]

nicola ✗ splinter.

In this moment, Splinter cannot afford to be distracted.There remains to be a smile tugging at his lips, but it’s tighter than usual,product of concern that invades him and reminds him how lines are being crossed– potential trust is being broken with his silence; going over hispeople’s heads because he doesn’t think they’d understand his method;that he remains in contact with those within – specifically, Nic. And hewishes the circumstances were different.

Doesn’t want to admit that he’s dragging her into thisand how wrong it could go.

So he delays it for as long as he can – doesn’t takethe bag she offers and instead, reaches out to wrap fingers around her wrist,it’s soft; delicate where he usually isn’t equipped for it. But Flintcan’t stop the selfish streak that snaps back at the viper of concern withinhim. He pulls her closer, regardless of where his heads supposed to befocussing; he needs to get it out his system, early – before it becomesa problem later. “Nic,” again, hand running up the length of her arm towrap around the crook of her collar and neck, prepares himself to get them bothon the same level of understanding; the situation at hand.

As if she doesn’t already know.

“If anything happens, you run,” Splinter isn’tthere to argue it; won’t let her take any falls for his bullshitof a plan that risks only himself and Nicola, even if in his mindhe thinks that no matter what happens, one of them could get outundetected if the other takes the heat. Apollo’s never going to let it beBalish, he’ll handle Tera’s security in whatever way is required and if thatmeans he has to go down with it, at the very least, he hopes it’ll bewith both Balish’s and the captured returned – them more required than hehimself is.

Backing up is made even more impossible when she chuckles,the vibrations against his fingers encourages the smile that’s been tightto slip into one that’s a little bit more reflective of the ranger’s naturalform. He leaves only a second of hesitation when she confirms no issues, anod follows and that at least, is something in the grand scheme ofrisks; one less thing to worry over.

“Wh—” but he cuts off when she begs the: justhear me out, okay?

He does, as he always does.

Splinter doesn’t much like it – the pit stop at thelabs that seem to haunt him; even knows – or used to, the scheduling of thesentinels patrols, (though, it’s been a while.) and that it’s unlikelyto be left unguarded for too long. Flint, sometimes, hates how hekeeps a hold of his mother’s teachings – or little notions of thingspicked up when being a pest in the walls of the labs, because he therefore recognisesthat Nic’s right and his tinkered method of communication could cost themif they didn’t wipe it.

Shit, Nic. It’s a risk. Andthey don’t have much other choice than to take it. He doesn’t even notice thathis hand has slipped around to the back of her neck, drawn her closer when sheherself has decreased the distance. “We make it fast, Nicola,” that’sthe slip of agreement to her continued pleading – knows him far toowell; how he very much could have argued a reason against the additional stop.“We’re not leaving without them and I’m not prepared to have thatbe what costs us – costs them,” it all feels different; their exchangesso professional, without the humour that’s usually so prominent and hasthem laughing like the world is theirs.

But not now – it’s far from, it’s a snake coilingaround a bird that could pluck out its eyes and run, or let itself be devouredin a slow, agonising sitting. Splinter doesn’t want to admit he’s theviper – can’t think like that when he knows all the risks, hascalculated them like every shot fired from his bow, meticulous; too goodto ever miss.

Doesn’t want it to be the second careless shothe’s ever taken – the first terrorises his mind enough already.  

nicola is used to the feeling of splinter’s hands against her skin, it doesn’t matter that it must’ve been months since she last felt it—- it was familiar. she is surprised however in the delicacy of his touch now, her own touch mimicking the softness of his own, her hand resting against his chest as he pulled her in. a small smile tugging at her lips as her name rung from his lips, like music. 

nic’s head moved with his touch, tilted up to stay looking at him as his hand slid to the back of her neck. “ flint. ’ it’s hummed out mockingly, because it doesn’t matter what kind of situation they’re finding themselves in, nicola won’t allow herself to get comfortable. she never does.

if anything happens, you run. she hears the words, they are echoing in her mind even after he’s said them, but he’s daft if he thinks that she’s actually going to listen when the time comes. her bottom lip is snug between her teeth and she’s snickering as her hands come up around his face, pulling him closer. “ come on apollo, haven’t you met me? i don’t listen. ’ she reminds him gently before pulling back. 

nicola gets his hesitation, felt it entirely herself before they’d even gotten to where they are now. but the risk of if they didn’t seemed greater, and if it wasn’t nicola risking her neck to clean it, it would be river, she didn’t need to talk to her sister to know that much. 

nic’s hands wrap back up around his neck, pulling him back in and pressing her forehead to his. “ river will be there splint, and we won’t let her go, okay? ’

#the squall / event. #nicola ✗ splinter. #midnight whisperings / nicola convo.

[galcsis]

nicola ✗ august.

–

the wink wasn’t missed and august found his smile changing into more of a smirk, one he’d worn often when he was back on earth. he didn’t exactly do casual around here, he was too busy working, trying to make up for a life time of wrongs but nicola? she sure did make it look like a damn good idea from time to time. “just can’t be doing with spending all my day in bed with nothing do to you know?” he offered, shoulders shrinking as he sat back in his chair. “like to be busy, doing anything really but a busted ankle makes it pretty hard.” 

nicola  rolled  her  shoulders  back,  a  soft  laugh  falling  from  her  lips.  “  oh  i  don’t  know,  i’d  say  there’s  always  plenty  to  do  in  bed.  ’  lips  twisting  into  a  smirk  as  she  looked  back  at  him.  “  maybe  your  just  out  of  practice.  ’

#nicola ✗ august. #midnight whisperings / nicola convo.

[galcsis]

lilith ✗ august.

– 

“i’m not going to die from a slightly stiff ankle.” he knew what she was saying. it was nothing different to the lecture he’d heard from his doctor and from helena when he’d tried to get out of bed in the attack, but that didn’t make it any easier. didn’t make the itch vanish every time he heard other people being called into action. “how would you feel, if you were the one told you had to sit this one out and watch from the bench?” his eyes were pinched as he waited for her answer because if she told him anything other than she would be pissed then she would be lying. “wait, aren’t you the one with the uh…he’s your secretary right? they took him?” august asked, disgust in his voice at the thought. 

“well what else is there to do around here other than wait and worry?” 

lilith  had  completely  disregarded  anything  said  from  her  doctor.  the  bottle  of  pills  meant  to  help  her  through  the  pain  of  recovery  remained  unopened  in  the  top  drawer  of  her  desk.  she’d  not  even  returned  for  any  visit  past  the  first.  so  really,  she  was  in  no  position  to  give  august  any  kind  of  advise.  do  as  i  say  not  as  i  do.  only,  no  one  but  greysen  knew  that.

“  really?  the  one  with  the  secretary  they  took?  ’  so  creative.  her  reaction  was  merely  a  path  out  of  that  conversation.  lilith  didn’t  survive  this  long  under  the  council’s  thumb  by  expressing  and  sharing  her  feelings.  “  i  wouldn’t  be  very  happy  about  sitting  on  the  bench,  no,  but  i  also  am  not  in  a  role  like  you  are.  your  role  puts  you  in  jeopardy  of  making  it  worse  if  not  looked  after.  ’

#sorry i have more gif icons of her :( #lilith ✗ august. #history repeats itself in phrases / lilith convo.

[galcsis]

katana ✗ drake.

Drake doesn’t know what to make of the Commander inthese moments; the shifts that gently suggest conversation in anotherdirection. If there’s a genuine concern for the plummet of perhaps uncomfortabletopics breached; a fear in the eyes of the woman, or if anotherhidden desire is even more concealed behind those calculating hues. The surgeonhasn’t entirely figured out the game the leader of them plays and really, he’snot entirely sure she understands herself.

Which means the ball remains ever in his court. Becausewhat he really thinks about it all is secreted away in his own dark mind;he thinks that his carefully spoken words – the ones that border disgusting whilstremaining entirely valid on the tongue of a doctor are so true thatKatana can’t do anything but act as her role: command.

Let’s get a drink.

Usually, a suggestion in the mouth of anyone else –but from Kat, something else; a kind of silent boast of her power that despiteeverything previously spoken about; the bloody descent of a cliff isnothing more than a minor jibe that holds nothing more than provocation.

When Kalashnyk knows, if there were opportunity – and itmattered in that moment, there would be very real consequences if bothof them were standing on the edge of a mountain. “I hope your drink choice issomething strong then, Commander,” is the return – makes no pointto comment on her order as though she’d achieve her goal explicitly ifhe were to acknowledge the detail. Drake unfolds his arms, gestures ahead in a politemanner: “Ladies first,”

“  i  prefer  to  keep  you  right  where  i  can  see  you.  ’  she  quips,  lips  perched  at  the  sides  as  she  reaches  him,  her  head  dipping  forward  before  taking  the  first  step.  “  come  on  kalashnyk.  ’  one  brow  cocked  before  treading  forward.

as  much  fun  as  their  back  and  forth  has  become,  katana  still  can’t  shake  the  way  he’s  always  managed  to  get  under  her  skin.  only  trusts  when  she  can  see  with  her  own  two  eyes  what  he’s  doing,  letting  him  tread  behind  her  seems  near  foolish  if  not  entirely  so.

“  what  is  your  drink  of  choice?  ’  she  has  to  ask,  because  just  as  she  only  wants  to  walk  beside  him,  she  won’t  be  letting  him  fetch  for  the  drinks  without  her  either.  she’s  never  quite  sure  when  drake’s  mind  will  finally  snap  and  he’ll  run  wild  with  all  the  devilish  thoughts  locked  within  him  now.  or  if  he  already  has.

#katana ✗ drake. #if words were swords / katana convo.

[galcsis]

the revealing / demet ✗ davut & ophelia.

Location: Primus House Grand Room Who: @illicoranam & @galcsis· Davut’s dark eyes searched the flyer he held in his hand. This wasn’t right? This couldn’t possibly be accurate. When he woke that morning, it had been like any other day. The whispers from the staff weren’t new to him: there was always something happening in the province. And given they had strangers among them people were interested and intrigued by the strangers/ guest. It was on his way to the battlements was when he noticed. The flying of color combinations, the congratulations that he was met with. Davut hadn’t even gotten to his destination before a guard  had been sent after him. To bring him and his sister to the Primus house. Where he , Demet and Ophelia all sat. Listening in shocked and angry at the news. 

If it weren’t for the fact that Ophelia looked as mad as he felt. Davut would have thought she had something to do with this. “ So let me get this straight,” he began standing from his seat.  “ So because we spend the day together, we have to get married?” the disbelief evident in his voice. Flicking his wrist, the paper fluttered to a halt a few inches away from himself. Dark furious eyes searched her out. “ You don’t have anything to say about this? You can’t be okay with this? No one even bothered to ask what we wanted.” 

–

The urge to throw something, throw anything was becoming increasingly stronger as she stood in the room of people that had been gathered and ushered in from all sides apparently. She had been minding her own business, a nice early start and a trip to the temple but as she had made her way back into the heart of the city the looks had started, the giggles as she walked past hoards of people and just as she had managed to get her hands on the very source of information causing so much ruckus she had been summoned home. Now the paper was crumbled in her tight clutch, the same tight fist she’d been keeping since she had been brought to her chair and faced with her father who didn’t even seem to have the decency to look sheepish. 

Dark eyes followed Davut as he moved, the anger in his own stance all she needed to know until his gaze was on her own and suddenly she felt as if she was in his firing line. Pushing herself from her own chair Ophelia took a step towards him, not even the fury in his eyes enough to scare her. “Don’t you dare put any of this on me, I got the news the same time you did of course I’m livid.” She spat before she rounded on their parents, cheeks almost as red as the Crimson gown she had chosen to wear that morning. “How could you, we’re people not your pawns you cannot just tell us we’re to marry and think we’re going to be ok with this, I didn’t know we ran such a dictator ship that not even the intendeds were consulted anymore.” 

·

honestly,  demet  wouldn’t  have  colored  herself  surprise  at  the  primus  hand  in  this  mess.  then  again,  she  didn’t  put  anything  past  them  now.  it  wasn’t  the  primus  family  that  had  demet  so  still  in  shock  that  she’d  nearly  appeared  completely  unbothered  as  she  sat  in  the  background  of  the  newly  forced  lovers  quiral.  her  nails  dug  crescents  into  her  palm,  her  own  form  of  temporary  release  in  these  sorts  of  situations.  or  rather,  she’d  grown  so  used  to  the  mask  she  wore  that  it  was  the  natural  choice  to  take.  a  mask  was  easier  to  present  then  herself.

when  her  attention  was  shaken  away  from  being  lost  in  nothing  it  wasn’t  by  her  brother’s  need  to  stand,  but  ophelia’s—-  suddenly,  demet  was  brought  back  to  the  situation  at  hand,  because  processing  it  seemed  impossible  and  so  all  she  could  do  was  try  to  let  herself  be  numb  to  it.

demet  turned  her  eyes  towards  her  parents,  narrowing  on  them  in  disbelief  as  o  spoke.  you  didn’t  know  this  was  a  dictator  ship,  really  o?  maybe  just  a  really  well  disguised  one.  “  how  could  you  guys  do  this  to  him?  davut  never  wanted  any  of  this,  and  now  your  forcing  his  hand  into  that  and  more?  ’

#demet ✗ davut. #op headcanons #tell me what you want to hear / demet convo. #the revealing / demet convo.

[galcsis]

demet ✗ roan.

–

roan made a slight noise at the finger that was jabbed into his stomach. hand covering the offended area. “hey don’t be damaging the goods.” the male warned playfully though he was sure that the spot would be just fine in a few moments time, even as strong as demet was with her jabbing. even with all of his natural enhancements, the strength they all seemed to posses stood just fine against his own. 

“i guess you’re just going to have to find out.” giving her an answer would likely be giving her an excuse to make herself busy. roan knew full well why she wasn’t immersed in the crowds. it was the same reason neither her brother nor ophelia were. they didn’t share quite the same - extravagance - as their parents when it came to fawning on the attention that came with their names. he didn’t know how they did it personally, he would go insane if his every move was watched all the time. 

reaching out roan let his fingers scratch at apollos mane lightly, giving the creature his well deserved attention before he turned back to the rider. “now you’re talking, i’ll call caesar.” 

demet’s  lips  curled  into  a  smile,  bottom  lip  snug  between  her  teeth  as  she  gave  him  a  quick  once  over.  “  you’ll  be  fine.  ’  she  quipped  cheekily.

there  was  an  ease  with  roan  that  she  hadn’t  felt  with  most,  something  that  was  welcoming  enough  to  allow  her  to  sink  in  to  it  just  enough,  but  scare  her  enough  to  still  hold  him  at  a  distance.  davut  and  demet  had  been  alike  in  how  they’d  handled  their  relationships,  though  davut  was  noticeably  less  worried  about  who  saw  or  heard  of  the  things  he  did.  whereas  demet  kept  her  vices  a  little  more  private.

“  actually,  ’  a  beat.  “  there’s  hidden  little  look  out  i  found,  there’s  only  one  rule.  ’  a  playful  smile  tugging  at  her  lips  as  she  watched  him.  “  you  don’t  get  to  learn  the  way  there,  ’  yet,  “  which  means  blindfold.  ’  shoulders  shrugging  as  she  spoke.  “  still  up  for  it?  ’  

#demet ✗ roan. #tell me what you want to hear / demet convo.

[galcsis]

demet ✗ ophelia.

she could see the second it happened, when demet remembered whatever this odd thing was that they had created between them and she stopped herself from getting carried away with whatever it was she might have been able to say. a fact that only drew her attention the fact more - did demet know one of the men her spy had picked? was that the reason she had brought them here? any conflict of interest would only cause them a hard time when it came down to things later. 

…and that thought alone was enough to make her the biggest hypocrite considering she knew the way one of her “guests.” tasted on her lips. “they’re perfectly well, settling in nicely.” she nodded. 

the urge to let it all out and tell demet all about her endeavours over the past few days was almost overwhelming, but just almost. she would never give the other something she could use over her head when their parents stepped down. like hell would she lose power to the twins, there might have been two of them but her family had the power, they made the best calls for their people, they were the thinkers and she could be the best for their people, she knew she could. “guess now it’s time to get any information we can.” 

odd  ;  the  way  two  people  could  go  from  being  remarkably  close  to—-  hardly  even  managing  to  look  at  one  another.  then  again,  a  hundred  years  changes  people.  it  changed  everything  for  them.  it  used  to  be,  they  couldn’t  get  one  another  to  stop  talking.  now  there  were  hardly  enough  words  to  form  a  real  conversation.

“  that’s  the  plan,  ’  a  beat.  “  i’m  meeting  with  one  of  our  guests  shortly.  i  allowed  them  the  night  to  settle  in.  ’  it  was  for  us  both.  these  people  guests  only  washed  up  old  memories  demet  would  of  rather  stayed  lost  at  sea.  “  have  you  spent  time  with  any  of  them  yet?  ’

#demet ✗ ophelia. #tell me what you want to hear / demet convo.

[galcsis]

demet ✗ roan.

roan wasn’t blind, in fact he imagined that of everyone in this city, even with the strength of the water they drank, his eyes were better than just about most, and he could see everything that was perfect about demet. there was a lot. every curve or sharp edge of her skin, the delicate tones of her skin, he could tell she was soft without even reaching out to touch her. he knew her reputation and why there was some that would be intimidated by her, even if it was just because of the poise and power she had, but roan couldn’t ever really past how beautiful she was. demet nova still managed to catch him every time he came across her. “maybe, but that doesn’t mean it’s not still true.” he mused as he looked down at her. 

“the ones keeping everyone else out…” though having seen how their attack on tera had gone he couldn’t help but wonder if they even really needed them, they were clearly superior on just about every level from what he could see. “why are you all by yourself out here? not in the city enjoying the fawning and adoration of your people?”

“  well,  ’  she  jabbed,  her  index  pressing  into  his  core  playfully.  “  i  guess  that’s  gonna  have  to  be  our  little  secret,  isn’t  it?  ’  lips  pulled  up  into  a  smirk  as  her  eyes  met  his.  roan  had  proved  to  be  one  of  few  who  really  did  see  demet.  not  for  being  a  nova,  but  for  who  she  was.  it  was  terrifying  and  thrilling  all  at  once.

scoffing  at  his  question  as  she  brushed  past  him,  demet  tucked  her  bag  into  the  satchel  secured  at  apollo’s  side.  “  if  you  don’t  know  the  answer  the  that  ;  you  may  not  know  me  as  well  as  i  thought.  ’  

demet  loved  her  people,  every  weekend  she  would  spend  with  them.  not  time  to  be  adored  by  them,  but  genuine  time,  when  she  could  find  it.  that  was  why  this  time  was  so  important  to  her.  it  didn’t  get  more  real.  demet  rolled  back  against  apollo,  arms  crossing  over  her  chest  as  she  looked  back  at  roan.  “  wanna  go  for  a  ride?  ’

#tell me what you want to hear / demet convo. #demet ✗ roan.

[galcsis]

lilith ✗ august.

–

as she turned recognition filtered across his face, a small nod following. “makes sense.” he couldn’t imagine what type of shit the council were currently having to put up with, he knew that he wouldn’t want any part of it that was for sure. august had done his time in charge, making the calls and having to shoulder the tough choices. right now he wasn’t sure that he would ever want it again, not in the way that the council did. he was just happy to do his part with looking after them. “check up, finally hoping to get the call clear so i can get on with helping everything get back to normal.” there was still a stir of anger in the pit of his stomach that he had been on bed rest when they had been tagged again. “slowly going insane.” 

“  you  can’t  help  everyone  else  get  back  to  normal  if  you  yourself  haven’t  even  gotten  there,  ’  a  pause  in  conversation  as  she  takes  a  step  forward.  “  do  you  really  think  we  want  to  risk  the  health  of  another  when  we’ve  already  lost  so  much?  ’  her  head  tilted  slightly  as  she  looks  back  at  him.  “  i  know  you  want  to  help,  but  you  come  back  before  you’re  really  ready  ;  you’ll  do  us  more  harm  then  good.  ’  we  have  no  idea  what’s  to  come  now.

“  besides,  just  because  you’re  not  onduty  doesn’t  mean  you  have  to  let  yourself  go  insane.  ’

#history repeats itself in phrases / lilith convo. #lilith ✗ august.

[galcsis]

lilith ✗ kade.

His eyes stared at her hand on his for a moment. A part of him wanted to shrug her off but he didn’t it. Or at least didn’t get a chance too. The abrupt and jarring hault of the elevator had his full attention. Instinctively, his hands reached for her, holding her arms  to steady Lilith. The force pushing him towards her,  One arm bracing itself against the wall. Kade used his body as a shield as the stretcher came careening into his side. It was a horrible impact but enough to cause him to let out a groan.  It was so quiet, save the slight groaning that came from the elevator itself. As it settled into place.  Kade couldn’t see a thing, but he could feel the heat of her body mingling with his own. The warmth of her breath brushing against  his collar bone. he decided it was best not to focus on that. Taking a step back, his hand not leaving her arm. “Didn’t think we would ever have a black out,” he muttered clearing his throat awkwardly. “ Are you alright Lilith?” 

the  abrupt  stop  in  movement  had  lilith’s  back  crashing  against  the  elevator  walls,  one  hand  gripped  the  mettle  railing  ;  between  that  and  the  hold  kade  had  on  her,  the  blow  to  her  back  wasn’t  bad.

lilith  can  hardly  manage  to  muster  up  an  answer  to  the  words  he’s  filling  her  ears  with,  she  could  almost  feel  the  blow  to  his  side  before  his  inevitable  groan  left  the  obvious  confirmed.  “  shit,  ’  she  huffs  out  under  her  breath,  pushing  the  cart,  and  that  hideous  monster  that  lays  on  it  off  to  the  other  end  of  the  elevator.  “  that  wasn’t  a  hard  hit,  was  it?  ’  a  beat.  “  fuck  doesn’t  this  thing  have  an  emergency  back  up  light  or  something.  ’  the  doctor  said  nothing  straining,  a  singular  repetitive  thought  replaying  in  her  mind.  because  despite  what  he  thinks  of  her,  she’s  not  like  them.  and  even  though  he  can’t  see  her,  she’s  lifting  her  head  to  meet  him  again.  she’d  almost  forgot  how  dangerously  close  they  were.  “  are  you  alright?  ’

#lilith ✗ kade. #the squall / event. #history repeats itself in phrases / lilith convo.

[galcsis]

katana ✗ helena.

to helena, the divide was apparent but she wasn’t one to stick to her side of the wall. she often ventured into the bloodwoods, bumping into outlanders, unknown creatures and fellow terrans. it seemed to be like the place for peace and quiet unless someone was to upset the elements. of course, helena understood why the need for the wall was so important but she still had yet to provoke trouble amongst the two sides. she had an incline into why the outlanders provided their service, tera had two of their own and much like the sentinels’ word: it was no man, woman or other identifying genders, left behind.

in contrast to the norm, helena was smiling. it was nice to see that the storm hadn’t injured someone she cares for, she was relieved even. “not as nice as it is to see you.” she confirmed, head dipped into a nod. 

it was odd to have the sun gleaming down on them, it was a better feeling than having the cold freeze her to the bone. helena’s main problem was how much of an expressionist she was, it was easy to read her emotions as half the time they were plastered across her features. she didn’t want to burden the commander, understanding that she had others’ to worry about and more meaningful duties to fulfil than listen to the captain’s woes. “oh, it’s nothing. i’m sure it’ll pass.” she flashed a brief smile, gaze avoiding the other’s.

katana  pushed  herself  up,  stood  beside  helena,  hand  hovering  her  eyes  to  allow  for  a  bit  of  shade  against  the  sun  beating  down  against  them.  “  has  it  really  been  so  long  that  you  though  that  would  work  on  me?  ’  a  soft  laugh  as  she  offers  the  woman  a  smile.

there  are  few  people  katana  can  name  in  tera  that  she  cares  for.  she  was  lucky  enough  to  have  a  majority  of  those  people  in  the  outlands  with  her.  helena,  however,  was  one  of  those  people.  despite  their  obvious  differences  in  opinions  and  stances,  katana  did  care  for  the  woman.  “  why  don’t  we  go  grab  a  drink  and  a  bite?  i  could  use  a  terran  cover  to  get  some  good  food  in  me.  ’  her  laughter  would  incline  that  she  was  joking,  but  really,  she  was  quite  serious.  the  council  could  preach  about  welcoming  them  until  they  were  blue  in  the  face  ;  until  river  and  rory  were  back  in  her  hands  they  were  still  nothing  more  then  liars.

#if words were swords / katana convo. #katana ✗ helena.

[galcsis]

nicola ✗ august.

“you and me both.” august huffed as he looked back at nicola. at least she actually did seem like she was fine, and she was probably going to get the all clear when she walked out of here. if he couldn’t get his damn limping under control in the next five minutes there was a good chance that they wouldn’t even let him back to work on light duty. he’d take paper work right now rather than being on best rest. broken bones be damned, he had worked with worse back on earth, he’d had bullet holes in him that hadn’t stopped him. “you seem awfully chipper for someone stuck here, you got big plans once you’re free?” 

light  laughter  rolled  off  nic’s  tongue  as  her  head  rolled  against  the  wall  to  turn  and  look  at  him.  “  always.  ’  tossing  him  a  quick  wink  before  leaning  forward  in  her  chair.  truth  was,  she  had  nothing  outside  of  the  ordinary  going  on.  the  one  and  only  thing  nicola  planned  for  after  this  was  to  be  back  in  luca’s  kitchen.  “  afraid  your  not  gonna  get  the  answer  you  want?  ’  it  was  a  judgement  call,  he  looked  a  little  too  serious,  but  this  was  tera  they  were  in.  everyone  around  here  seemed  to  have  a  stick  up  their  ass.

#nicola ✗ august. #midnight whisperings / nicola convo.

[galcsis]

katana ✗ drake.

Conversation with the Commander, as it turns out, remains somewhat entertaining. It’s like coded messages; a slither of a reminder thatshe’s a leader not just for being easy on the eye – probably that too.But instead, a skillset that is required in such a position, so heassumes. That for every little quirk of his lip, she matches it; returns thegesture with the same kind that implies there’s something hidden behind dark hues.Fabian’s just not sure what. Never a reason to pry – isn’t in the businessof delving into the philosophies of the commander as much as he’d ratherdo it with a scalpel – or bare hands if that’s the option – and see thebeneath in all its red and pink glory.

The cliff started it; the thoughts of this all and Katana feedsit just as eagerly as Drake does. Talk back and forth that keeps the surgeonengaged enough that the only diversions he makes is to capture the rocky facebehind the woman, and then Kat herself. Eyes shift between the two like it’s unnecessaryto have even verbalised his thoughts when its implied with a tip of his head sideways –an interested expression that if the mention of plummeting to their deaths hadn’talready been broached, it might be asked now.

Because Drake knows not many smile like he does; smugwhen it’s the one place it’s never particular welcome.

Then, said outright beyond their codes: Vile;Sick mind.  

I don’t think you know the definition of that yet,Kat.

But, it’s not too far off – Fabi knows it. Just aswell as she does, but the surgeon finds that it’s all easily jovial in theposition he holds, a title like sawbone that’s a little more implicative;dark, than the word surgeon ever was. The doctor has trust, by default – life inhis hands, can twist humour in all manner with the Kalashnyk trademark ofwarm and welcoming smile. Makes even the darkest of truths laughable:

Oh, I could slip and kill you, you know, but don’t worry, I’ve done this a hundred times. 

Right before he’d subdue a patient and they’d be athis mercy. Not how most doctor’s would – or are supposed to envision atheatre.

“Strong descriptors, Katana,” he muses, catches thesmile that isn’t quite some mirroring anymore. Nerve struck? Surgery accident– a potential; anyone who prods enough leaves detriments. Fabian’spretty sure he’s getting there. So, it remains to be the doctor’s deciding moment,as it is every time he holds emergencies between skilled hands; stop; continue;slip –

Not a soldier, no. Not like that – in the traditional sense at least and he quietens histhoughts of operational ideations for a moment to contemplate her words. “Outhere,” he begins, makes a point to point a finger towards the cliffs from wherehis arms are crossed across his chest. “I think a few lines are blurred,” abeat, “and I wouldn’t be a very good doctor if I were uneasy aroundsuch trauma, would I?” Let’s it hang for another few moments before he adds:

“No soldier, you’re right, but you’d give me orders – justas you would anyone,” just as you would any soldier Katana. Whetherthose orders were with bloodied hands and a body on his table yelling: ‘save them’ or something else with just as much importance remains irrelevant.

An order is an order.

Drake puts that command in his hands and let’s hismind decide whether it’s played through as requested. Whether he saves or kills. Perhaps,a doctor by trade – a soldier; all madman. All self-serving.

She’s not wrong either – maybe that definesher terrifying.

she  doesn’t  want  to  say  it  out  loud  ;  you’re  right.  fears  he’d  have  too  much  pleasure  in  hearing  her  say  the  words,  even  if  he  does  already  know  it  to  be  true.  but,  as  true  as  it  might  be,  kat  can’t  help  but  wonder  when  the  day  will  come  where  drake  doesn’t  follow  a  direct  order.  when  light  is  shown  on  his  true  loyalties—-  kat  can’t  help  but  think  he’s  loyal  to  no  one  but  himself,  and  his  wife,  if  she’s  lucky.  as  much  as  she  wants  to  ask  him  ;  what’s  your  game  in  all  of  this  drake?  what  do  you  get  out  of  it?  she  doesn’t—-  half  afraid  he  might  slip  a  special  something  into  her  next  drink  and  she’ll  never  wake  again.  can  never  sleep  with  both  eyes  open  when  the  kalashnyk’s  are  around.

“  alright,  ’  a  beat.  “  let’s  get  a  drink  kalashnyk.  ’  turns  her  head  up,  eyes  remaining  on  his  as  she  moves  past  him.  “  it’s  an  order.  ’  besides,  i’d  like  a  little  deeper  dive  into  the  black  hole  whirling  around  up  in  there.  she’s  not  sure  how  far  she’ll  get,  or  if  she’ll  even  get  anywhere  at  all.  as  much  as  kat  doesn’t  trust  drake,  she’s  also  endlessly  curious  about  him.  and  so,  this  could  be  a  win,  or  it  could  be  a  really  dreadful  drink  with  a  sociopath.  only  one  way  to  find  out.

#i love you #one day i will match #well #i will try #katana ✗ drake. #if words were swords / katana convo.

[galcsis]

closed  for  @terrantides.​

there  weren’t  many  pleasant  things,  if  any  at  all,  about  being  back  in  tera.  being  back  here  was  nothing  more  then  a  constant  reminder  of  the  hell  she  went  through  before  the  outlanders  had  established  themselves.  a  reminder  of  all  of  the  things  that  have  been  missing  from  her  mind—-  and  the  annoying  question  that  seemed  to  be  echoing  through  the  mind.  what  was  she  so  afraid  of?  maybe  it  was  nothing  more  than  her  having  found  some  sort  of  comfort  in  the  unknown  over  the  last  five  years  of  consciousness.  

the  one  thing  she  never  thought  she’d  do,  but,  here  they  were—-  some  of  them,  helping  the  terran’s.  it  gave  katana  the  opportunity  to  humble  herself.  to  remind  herself  that  it  wasn’t  the  people  of  tera  that  she  was  against,  it  was  the  council.  and,  all  of  that  aside,  all  katana  wanted  was  their  people  back,  and  a  god  damn  miracle  that  for  once  in  all  their  rotten  years  of  ruling  the  council  wouldn’t  be  complete  liars.  

the  work  ahead  of  hear  and  the  chaos  around  them  was  enough  to  keep  her  mind  distracted  from  all  those  negative  thoughts  being  at  the  forefront.  that  and  the  one  person  she’d  caught  staring  at  least  two  other  times.  or  maybe  he  caught  her—-  this  wasn’t  the  first  time  she’d  caught  his  eye,  something  about  him  was  familiar,  but  she  couldn’t  quite  pin  it.  then,  the  closer  he  got,  the  more  eery  a  feeling  settled  in  her.  an  easy  smile  hanging  from  her  lips  as  she  looked  up  at  him.  “  can  i  help  you?  ’

#if words were swords / katana convo. #katana ✗ kade.

[galcsis]

nicola ✗ finley.

brows raised questioningly, he wondered if she wanted to return to society but he decided things were best left unsaid for now. he knew how the two of them acted in public. 

rules were a bore, he didn’t like them but he knew he needed to enforce some which revolved around work. elsewhere? they stayed forgotten, simply ignored rather. as long as no one was getting hurt, he didn’t need to stand stagnant in a professional attitude - he could let loose. there were boundaries though but he allowed nic to trespass, nothing could separate them from colliding within one another, not even lilith. riling one another up was a game both of them were content at playing, neither of them particularly great with sportsmanship though. both of them rather competitive when it came to a game of teasing. 

he grabbed ahold of her wrist before she could walk any further, head tilting as he questioned her. “are you not ready to go back?” a subtle smirk had graced his lips, their proximity now closed but soon withdrawn again as she pushed the door open. his head hung slightly, hand still wrapped around her wrist but loosened as he followed her lead back into terran realms. “you thought wrong.” he admitted, he wasn’t a fighter unless he needed to be. 

nicola  was  stuck  in  this  odd  in  between  of  always  being  ready  to  go  back,  and  always  wanting  to.  .  .  but  at  the  same  time,  not.  it  wasn’t  something  she’d  ever  express,  hell,  she  could  barely  disect  it  herself.  not  answering  him  was  easier  for  now.  a  subtle  shake  of  her  head  as  he  confirmed  her  incorrect  assumption  as  a  child.  “  clearly.  ’  a  quick  note  as  her  hand  almost  just  as  swiftly  twists  from  beneath  his  grip.

“  just  remember  banks—-  ‘  one  slim  finger  pressed  against  his  chest  playfully.  “  no  ruining  my  place.  ’  not  that  he  ever  would  intentionally.  threatening  him  was  just  part  of  her  fun.

#you're gonna have to pretend that isn't a wedding gown #bc nic will never be in one #nicola ✗ finley. #midnight whisperings / nicola convo.

[galcsis]

demet ✗ ophelia.

Closed starter for Demet | @galcsis

The Primus wasn’t quite sure why but the sight of Demet at the Wellspring as she arrived pondering her own thoughts didn’t surprise her. Just because their raid on Tera had been a success that didn’t mean that there weren’t other things they needed to worry about and most of her sleepless nights centred around the very spring she was now gazing at, keeping her hazel orbs away from the other woman, at least for a moment. She had come here to think, not argue and without any one around to buffer the two of them she didn’t doubt that it would be long before they fell into old habits. 

Still, she had to try she supposed, with eyes on them at all times it was important the houses were still seen to get along. “How are your guests? Settling in nicely?” 

it  would  seem,  there  would  always  be  something  to  worry  about  in  the  position  the  nova  and  primus  families  found  themselves.  the  twins  hadn’t  even  been  handed  the  reins  yet,  and  still,  demet  always  found  her  first  worry  to  revolve  around  their  people.

demet  often  started  her  mornings  here.  she’s  run  with  apollo,  almost  always  ended  up  in  the  air,  and  then,  they’d  find  themselves  here.  replenished  and  refreshed,  and  now.  .  .  now  she  was  watching  it  dwindle  away.

it  was  hard  to  breathe  easy  the  o  was  around.  wasn’t  always  like  that—-  some  people  are  hard  to  forget,  but  they  were  both  different  now.  she  stood  at  the  familiar  voice,  a  practiced  smile  settling  on  her  lips  ;  she  barely  even  noticed  that  she  did  it  anymore.  “  yeah,  i’m  going  to  circle  back  soon  before  they  wake  so  that  i  can  show  them  around.  one  of  them  seems  awfully  familiar  though,  like—-  ‘  a  soft  laugh  splitting  her  words.  easy  conversations  with  the  primus  was  something  she  still  fell  into,  just  never  long  enough  to  forget  their  differences.  “  how  are  yours?  ’

#tell me what you want to hear / demet convo. #demet ✗ ophelia.

[galcsis]

lilith ✗ finley.

their past was his biggest weakness, a topic which he would rather avoid to prevent previous feelings from resurfacing. of course, there were moments when he was unable to disguise them under his typical facade but he tried his hardest to keep them within. often, he’d become possessive, even jealous, causing a passive attitude to be withdrawn. he cared for her deeply, he hoped she still knew that, but things had to remain as professional as possible. despite how hard it was to conceal everything from her. 

prior to lilith, finley struggled with trusting others. no one previously had given him reason to trust them but she was different. 

unable to control himself from rolling his eyes, his hand landed on the small of her back as he escorted her out of the room and down the corridor. it lingered momentarily before realising how public they were. “glad to here it.” he grinned, hands now stuffed inside pockets. he was sure he could do the journey from their office to de luca’s with his eyes closed. “a drink can cure everything.” 

she  was  sure  it  didn’t  take  a  genius  or  someone  from  their  past  to  see  the  tension  that  tended  to  linger  between  the  pair.  especially  when  his  hand  lingered  along  the  small  of  her  back  as  they  moved  through  the  empty  corridors  of  the  musala.  still,  they’d  always  managed  to  stay  professional,  not  exactly  surprising  either  considering  how  important  it  was  for  lilith  to  remain  as  far  away  from  everyone  as  possible.

a  drink  can  cure  everything.

wasn’t  true  exactly,  but  it  was  definitely  a  rule  that  lilith  lived  by.  alcohol  was  her  dearest  friend.  gave  her  the  ability  to  hide  from  whatever  feelings  creeped  through  ;  at  least  the  ones  she  desperately  wanted  to  avoid.

“  you  know  why  i’m  taking  you,  right?  ’  head  turned  over  her  shoulder  as  the  elevator  doors  closed  behind  them.  “  the  bill  somehow  always  seems  cheeper  when  your  there.  ’  a  soft  laugh  as  she  stepped  back  against  the  wall.  it  was  a  topic  of  conversation  they  never  really  breached,  just  lingered  somewhere  in  between.  a  place  that  let  it  be  known,  without  letting  it  get  real.

#lilith ✗ finley. #history repeats itself in phrases / lilith convo.