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driftfleet2017-10-14 07:46 pm
cajunspice) wrote in driftfleet2017-10-14 07:46 pm
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Back from the Dead
Who: Remy, Kurt, and open.
Broadcast: Yes.
Action: On the Twin Roses.
When: Backdated to 9th October.
[Several weeks after the loss of the planet, both Remy and Kurt seem fit enough to finally head back to the Twin Roses. Or at least fit enough to roll themselves out of the beds they had been left in to wake up and recover from their not-so-near death experience.]
‘nd I thought the day after Mardi Gras was bad. Merde, remind me never to be down on an explodin’ planet again, feel like ‘ve been stuck in a tumble drier filled of swamp water ‘nd set spinnin’ for two weeks on end.
Lebeau, if you don’t stop complaining I’m going to put you back on that planet. Gott, I haven’t felt this horrible since I was a child. [Kurt paused, raising a hand to shove his shoulder-length hair out of his eyes] Und my hair is in my fucking face. [He’s going to pretend that didn’t sound at all like a pathetic whine.]
Thought that kinda comes with the whole fur thing, ya know, hair in the face. [Look at him, he’s just so funny, isn’t it? Though they had to come back to reality eventually, as much fun as it was to avoid it and just muck around.] How angry ya think Kitty will be at us? Though, in my defense, I had been usin’ ya as the messenger, so ya the one who failed to tell her, not me.
[Hilarious, and Kurt is about to tell him in no minced words just how well his humor is going over when the other man mentions Kitty. What spirit Kurt has deflates, his tail drooping far enough to drag on the ground.] I doubt you’ll have any worries about her wrath once she sees me.
Ahh, [Remy reached out to pat a hand against Kurt’s shoulder, maybe a bad thing at the sudden movement didn’t help anything, making him winch before he dropped his hand again.] We’ll face her together, after all, we stuck in this together, hein? Seems only right with ya bein’ an idiot ‘nd coming back for me.
[A faint smile twitches at the corners of his mouth, even as he very carefully shakes his head.] Don't make promises, Lebeau. You might want to kill me too when this is over.
Though, [Remy started as he moved to pull out his comm, activating it so he could say the next part into it as well as saying it to Kurt. Kurt forced himself to straighten, crossing his arms over a chest that's broader than its been in years.] Guess while we at it it be good to let everyone know we’re, ya know, back alive? Which be a good thing, don’t recommend the dyin’ but glad to be brought back. I just may be spendin’ the next week or two in bed still. Donno what they do to ya while ya out, but merde if it ain’t a number on ya.
I have a few theories.
[To Kurt.] Guessin’ we ain’t really goin’ to get ‘ny sympathy over it though, considerin’ what we did.
At this point I'd settle for the mercy of a swift death. [Kurt glances toward the comm, giving a good shot of his face; lean, but noticeably younger by the better part of a decade. His hair is longer too, falling around his shoulders.] Any takers?
[Feel free to tag either of the boys, or both.]
Broadcast: Yes.
Action: On the Twin Roses.
When: Backdated to 9th October.
[Several weeks after the loss of the planet, both Remy and Kurt seem fit enough to finally head back to the Twin Roses. Or at least fit enough to roll themselves out of the beds they had been left in to wake up and recover from their not-so-near death experience.]
‘nd I thought the day after Mardi Gras was bad. Merde, remind me never to be down on an explodin’ planet again, feel like ‘ve been stuck in a tumble drier filled of swamp water ‘nd set spinnin’ for two weeks on end.
Lebeau, if you don’t stop complaining I’m going to put you back on that planet. Gott, I haven’t felt this horrible since I was a child. [Kurt paused, raising a hand to shove his shoulder-length hair out of his eyes] Und my hair is in my fucking face. [He’s going to pretend that didn’t sound at all like a pathetic whine.]
Thought that kinda comes with the whole fur thing, ya know, hair in the face. [Look at him, he’s just so funny, isn’t it? Though they had to come back to reality eventually, as much fun as it was to avoid it and just muck around.] How angry ya think Kitty will be at us? Though, in my defense, I had been usin’ ya as the messenger, so ya the one who failed to tell her, not me.
[Hilarious, and Kurt is about to tell him in no minced words just how well his humor is going over when the other man mentions Kitty. What spirit Kurt has deflates, his tail drooping far enough to drag on the ground.] I doubt you’ll have any worries about her wrath once she sees me.
Ahh, [Remy reached out to pat a hand against Kurt’s shoulder, maybe a bad thing at the sudden movement didn’t help anything, making him winch before he dropped his hand again.] We’ll face her together, after all, we stuck in this together, hein? Seems only right with ya bein’ an idiot ‘nd coming back for me.
[A faint smile twitches at the corners of his mouth, even as he very carefully shakes his head.] Don't make promises, Lebeau. You might want to kill me too when this is over.
Though, [Remy started as he moved to pull out his comm, activating it so he could say the next part into it as well as saying it to Kurt. Kurt forced himself to straighten, crossing his arms over a chest that's broader than its been in years.] Guess while we at it it be good to let everyone know we’re, ya know, back alive? Which be a good thing, don’t recommend the dyin’ but glad to be brought back. I just may be spendin’ the next week or two in bed still. Donno what they do to ya while ya out, but merde if it ain’t a number on ya.
I have a few theories.
[To Kurt.] Guessin’ we ain’t really goin’ to get ‘ny sympathy over it though, considerin’ what we did.
At this point I'd settle for the mercy of a swift death. [Kurt glances toward the comm, giving a good shot of his face; lean, but noticeably younger by the better part of a decade. His hair is longer too, falling around his shoulders.] Any takers?
[Feel free to tag either of the boys, or both.]
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She holds him again, tighter than before. He's the only one left. The only one who really understands what it was like back home for all those years. Other people here have had hard lives. Maybe harder. But there's something so comforting and easy in just knowing someone really, truly gets it. The violence. The love. The sacrifice.
There's still in different places from him living longer there and going through more and her having more time to decompress and heal, but those places are shifting ever closer and it's still a much smaller gap than with others.]
I don't want to lose you. Don't push me away.
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It hasn't occurred to him that this, his frustration at living up to his wife's standards and his own unhappiness, his conflict over the same, and even his inability to hurt a friend, could be signs of healing. There was never a chance to properly heal in their world; even in peaceful times he was still cleaning up after the war, and after the wounds were kept raw.
He swallows, hard, and ducks his head, hiding hid face in her shoulder. His voice comes out rough, forced through a tight throat.] I don't do it because I want to. You're all I have left of home, Katzchen. But I won't drag you down.
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[She says it before she really considers it. She doesn't want to think about that happening because she knows she's not going to let go. Not of Kurt. Not after everything and everyone she's lost. But when she lets the quiet wash over them and really thinks about the words she's sure they don't ring true. She hasn't felt pulled down. There are times she reverts to form around him the way you might when seeing someone from your childhood, but it's not exactly the same. She's changed and she would like to think it's for the better.
Lately, things have been harder. Just getting up and doing and being have been hard in ways they hadn't been. But it's not Kurt. It was losing Winn. She pushed herself to keep going and she did, but it was like fighting a current. But some of that drag feels lessened now. She still misses him, but she felt refreshed waking up. She felt ready to get out of bed without listening to his final message or old network recordings of him. She did call him and got no reply. It's still a process.]
What makes you think I'm not lifting you up? I'm the one who walks on air, remember?
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[He's not sure either; he wasn't lying when he said he was tired of hurting. Kurt wants to live again, though he's not sure he'll ever feel he deserves it. A promise was made to his wife; but at the same time, he's beginning to wonder if he ever could break it. The promise was to love her until the end of time, and even now he still loves her every bit as much as he did on their wedding day. perhaps he always will; time and the act of loving two wonderful women (though he intends never to tell Wrath that) never cooled the wistfulness that had Emma's name carved in it.
It always was strange, to him, to hear people talking about falling out of love. He's never been good at it; another way that he's strange inside. It was a part of the child he used to be that survived when he remade himself into something that could survive the battlefield, and the thought of that is what worries him. Some parts of him don't belong in polite society; the part of him that learned to enjoy the slaughter, to find joy in causing pain and pride in his skill. It was why he signed on with the fledgling government as a bounty hunter after the first war, to feed that beast. It was why he was perversely relieved when the raiders attacked.
Something like that doesn't belong in any good world, and after so long Kurt isn't certain if there's much left to him without it. Considering who raised him, maybe there never was.] But would you let me go if it weren't?
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[Letting go isn't exactly her strong suit. Looking back it seems she held on to Piotr too long at home. She definitely held on to Tyki too long. She always knew better, but after the first break up she really shouldn't have gone in for a second. And Reid? She let him trample her heart and never really let him go. The only thing that did that was falling in love with Winn. If she saw any one of them now could she say that she'd really let go or only that she'd moved on?
But Kurt isn't a lover. He's a friend, a teammate, family. She wouldn't let him destroy her, but...she isn't letting go without a fight.]
But we're past the point of no return if you think it would ever be painless.
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If you think trying to drive you away was painless, even to consider-- [He leaves the sentence hanging, trusting her to finish it. His fingers tighten slightly, as though the very thought makes him fear that she'll slip through them. After a moment of letting the silence hang, he continues in a very soft voice.] Are we done arguing? I think I'd like to lie down.
I'd.. rather not be alone.
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[And she's just going to lie down next to him once he's comfortable.] You being alone right now was never going to happen.
[It'll be nice just to be glad he's back without worrying about the rest. And she is glad. She wasn't ready to lose anyone else. Maybe she's never ready. Maybe no one is. She's definitely not getting better with practice though.]