driftfleet | 07

Entry tags:

07 - video

Who: Winn Schott + you = awesome
Broadcast: yup!
Action: Tourist!
When: now!

[ the feed opens with a profile view of a sleeping winn. on his face, you can see an elaborate sharpie painted mustache (courtesy of opal) and from the ceiling right above him hangs a plastic flamingo in a coat and plastic sunglasses (courtesy of cisco).

to anyone who's been by to see him lately, it's a very familiar scene. but seconds into it something that hasn't happened in about two weeks begins to take place - movement. with a soft groan, winn reaches a sluggish hand to his face, shielding his eyes from the light. the hand then seems to decide that scratching above his upper lip is better use of its time and skills. slowly, his eyes blink open, struggling to adjust, to focus.

and then they do. on that flamingo.

he yelps, jumping up in bed, tearing the flamingo off its strings and throws it across the room, where he proceeds to stare at an off frame army of (four) flamingos. rubbing at his temples he mutters just loudly enough to be captured on film ] So Cisco's still here...

[ that seems to remind him of something, and with a sharp move his still sleepy mind can't seem to properly cope with, grabs at the communicator and misses. next attempt brings it into his hand and you finally get a close up of that glorious mustache.

he frowns into the camera ]

Of course it's rolling... [ his voice is raw, lips chapped, and he clears his throat in an attempt to bring back his usual volume ] Hi - Fleeters - if we're still calling ourselves that - Winn Schott here, back to the world of the conscious - if you recognize me check in and tell me how long I've been out - Kitty - you better still be here. [ because unless you call him within the next 10 seconds he's calling you as soon as he cuts this feed and if you're not there he will freak. he rubs at his painted mustache again, not quite realizing what's bothering him, and with a small tired smile fumbles to shut the broadcast off. ]

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[She is going to keep holding him.] I love you. I'm going to be your wife someday. This is all going to be so small compared to that.

[ he can't even begin to express what hearing her say it like that means to him, so instead he opts for a little attempt at a joke. ]

Look at that, I made an optimist out of you.

[She laughs a somewhat surprised, slightly wet sounding sort of laugh and holds him tighter.] You did. You're never going to get your money back if you try to return me now.

Not returning you for anything.

[ he tightens his hold in return and kisses her forehead. ]

There's nothing and no one I could want more.

Ditto. [Such a nerd.]

I'm keeping you. No matter what.

Like you have a choice.

[ of course she does as much as it would hurt if she wanted to break up he would respect it. but they don't need to be realistic right now, he's trying to kid. ]

You're stuck with me, Pryde.

[She has a feeling he's not oppressing her.] Funny. I don't feel stuck. I feel happy.

Mmmhm...I feel a little stuck, but it's the bed, not you.

I'll accept that. [Sliding fingers through his hair.] Should we get up? Order food?

Hmmn...[ he thinks it over for a second before he gets an idea he thinks might bring up the mood ] air walk me outta here? [ if the universe gives you a waterbed - use your girlfriend's superpowers to get out of it. ]

[That gets a laugh, but she also complies, shifting to more easily use her powers and then she's up and pulling him up with her.] I missed you.

That's three.

[ he allows her to pull him up, focusing on her face. ]

I missed you too.

[Right back at you, handsome. Time for a mid-air kiss? She seems to think so.]

[ all time is kissing time. ]

[Kissing fading into nuzzling.] Thank you for handling all this as well as you have been.

Thank you for seeing I'm doing my best.

[ see this is why this relationship is perfect for him - the effort, the thought, they count. ]

When do you ever do less than your best?

And, Winn, you can know anything about me you want. Home. Prison. Here. I just don't want it to be too much, you know? There were a lot of hard things to live through and with. They'll be hard to hear too.

[ that just makes him think of kurt snapping at him - telling him he doesn't want to keep reliving these things as he tells people. no, he doesn't want to do that to anyone, least of all kitty.

he strokes her cheek. ]

Kitty, I don't want you to force yourself to relive things just for the sake of honesty. If there's something I need to know - [ like a 17 year long fake marriage condensed to a day, for example ] I trust your judgment, I trust you to tell me, I trust you, period. Things that don't matter here...there's no need to dredge them up, not unless you want to talk about them. [ right? there's no need to bring up guardian and how he spends his nights in a van on the streets of national city, unarmed, helping him, because it doesn't matter here - they can talk about that when it becomes relevant. he doesn't need to be told again that he's just a fragile human. ] You don't know every last detail about my life, either. [ though...she would probably want to. know every bad thing that happened in foster care, at the orphanage, at school. hear about every heartbreaking relationship. probably less about the almost exploding deo, though, right? ]

[She's a sharer. She would like to hear all about him eventually and she wouldn't hate reliving it if it was for Winn. But also, she knows how deeply he feels her pain and she doesn't like putting him through that. She also doesn't want to make him feel insecure by letting him know she had some encounters with Jack Harkness who has extra sexy future pheromones. If Jack shows up then that's one thing, but unless that happens doesn't it just worry him needlessly when he's the only man she wants to be with? She does care about Jack, but she hasn't thought about him in awhile other than because the fake marriages came up and Chekov has been here. There may be more Marina stories coming just because his presence reminds her of things.]

Thank you. I trust yours. [She does. Though...she does know him to be more reluctant to share himself with her. Still, he's had another year. That may not even be the case anymore. And she believes he shares what he feels he can. A little boundary pushing can be good, but she doesn't want to push him away either.]

...I've told you about Nathan, haven't I?

Edited 2017-03-22 04:24 (UTC)

You did.

[ he nods ]

At the carnival on planet Touchy Feely. [ he remembers it vividly because he had a direct link to her thoughts and feelings then. how would that feel, now? would it help them, or make things worse? ]

The carnival. [She smiles a little.] He looks a lot like Chekov. That's another weird thing. [And one of the reasons, she imagines, she's never thought of him romantically.] And I think I'm all out of weird things you could possibly need to know about the Chekov situation.

...Not that he's a situation.

[ isn't he, though. okay, he knows he's a person but right now he really feels like a situation the atroma created for ratings. ]

That's...not awkward at all. [ he feels bad for the guy, he does. he really needs to find someone else. ]

[And you thought sweatervests were rough.] Right? Why is everything in my life weird? Present company excluded.

I'm literally working at a place called the Department of Extra-Normal Operations, and I'm the son of a guy who looks at a yo-yo and thinks murder weapon.

[ it's okay, he's werid too, he accepts it. ]

[Would this be a terrible time to say she's killed someone with a yo-yo before?

Okay, she hasn't. She could, but she hasn't.]

There is nothing weird about loving the sweetest, cutest, smartest guy I know.

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