[Closed] Live free or die; and all I can ask is why

[bothbarrels]

Characters: North and York

Date: Now

Location: York's residence

Situation: North has just arrived and is feeling lost and lonely since he's arrived without his AI, and doesn't quite remember what happened in his final moments before he was transported to Tu Vishan.

Warnings/Rating: None

[He wasn't familiar with the city, but luckily once he'd found his way out of his sector, he found that York's apartment wasn't far. This was definitely a different sort of area than the area where he'd been placed. He had kept an eye out for shops, since it seemed weird to arrive as a guest empty-handed, but then realized he'd left his juulan at home. He really was still suffering from the effects of waking up in the sea.

He had to content himself, in the end, with the fact that he'd arrived in a fairly timely manner, and he knocked on the door of what he hoped was the correct place.]

Comments

this is so hard drunk

[agentdork]

"...lotta dead people," York agrees quietly, but doesn't go into detail. It's not so hard to imagine that a lot of people had someone they lost that they cared for. He doesn't delve too hard into thinking about what's going on there.

But he's more concerned about her than memories of the past, since he knows that Carolina's -- well, she's not okay, but she's alive.

"You're not screwing this up. Just talk to me, okay?"

He pushes himself up and rolls over her, pressing lazy kisses to her jaw and over her lips. "Trust me, okay? You're not ruinin' anything."

oh god |DD also ya'll can keep skipping kara she's just making cameos

[knowsmadness]

"...A lot, yeah."

Billions. Billions upon frakking billions of dead people -- all because of a mistake the humans had made before Kara had even been a twinkle in her fathers eye.

"Maybe not yet." She can concede that - so far, she'd done exceptionally well. Far better than she'd fared on the Galactica, that much was for sure. Still though...it was probably only a matter of time.

"But I probably will."

That's a hard point to argue, though -- especially when the person that is asking her to be in a relationship with him (novel, how very novel - almost like she's normal) is perched over her and dotting her face with little kisses.

hhaahaha ok

[agentdork]

"You can't ruin this," York says without any kind of doubt in his voice right now, because in his mind, there's nothing she could do that would make that happen. York smooths his hand through her hair, serious.

There's no way that she can ruin this- they're adults, damnit, and there's no way to ruin this just from talking.

"Look at me, okay? I promise."

[knowsmadness]

Kara is still looking at him pretty wryly, but at least she's not trying to push him away.

"I dunno, I'm sure I could find a way." She pauses that, and rests her chin on his chest. "Not that I want to."

[agentdork]

"Hey, listen to me, okay?"

York nudges her away, and pushes himself up over her so he can actually look her in the eye, his hand sliding down her side, intimate without trying to start anything.

"I like you. I like you when you're smokin' and drinkin' in the house and when you're arguing with me and when you're callin' me out on me being an idiot, and I like you when you're "frakkin'" stuff up, so I'm pretty sure if anything does happen, I'll deal. If I can deal with a magical turtle in the afterlife and all this, I'm pretty sure I can take whatever you got to throw at me, and I'll take it as long as you're comfy with me doing it, okay?"

[knowsmadness]

She's silent and looking up at him, knowing that it's probably a good time to shut her face, though hse can't stop her expression from twisting into one of those 'I've got something to say and I really want to say it but I shouldn't because it's a bad idea' looks.

Somehow, miraculously, she keeps a lid on it, until she's prompted to respond.

Even then she's not immediate in talking back - it's something she needs to consider, think on, dwell on and ponder over and totally not make an irrational decision--

"Okay."

Yeah. Totally thought long and hard on that one.

"I'll stay."

[agentdork]

Goddamnit. He knows something's up- knows that something's wrong just by her face- he's lived with her long enough to know that, now. He doesn't push until she gives him an answer, and then once she does, he shakes his head, tone lower.

"Come on, Thrace. Don't do that to me, what's wrong?"

[knowsmadness]

"Nothing." That...was part of the problem. "There's...literally nothing wrong. Do you have any idea how frakkin' weird that feels for me?"

No Lee. No cylons. No war. No Galactica. The guilt over Zak is still there, her assumed responsibility for his death never forgotten but there's also no Commander to see every day and remind her of her screw ups and how she shouldn't let her feelings get in the way of anything.

[agentdork]

"...Yeah, I get that." He understands, even if it's not something he's really happy about, for either of them. He remembers being on edge all the time after what happened to his eye, remembers everything going to shit and being awful as they realized what was going on and he and Tex and North planned escapes, but --

Nothing is wrong here, except that they're dead, they're here.

"You sure that's it?"

[knowsmadness]

She flashes him a crooked smile that's genuine despite all her doubts.

"Yeah. That's it. On my honor." Or whatever it is they say.

[agentdork]

"...Alright."

He doesn't look totally convinced but it's late and she's warm and far be it from him to argue.

York eases up over her, and then slides down, pressing a little nip to the swells of her breasts, and it seems like he's going somewhere great until he makes it to her belly, pushes her shirt up and blows a huge raspberry against her skin.

Moment ruined.

[knowsmadness]

That? Is nice. And she's ready, too -- until he does that.

And lo, the beginning of an utterly epic pillow fight are at hand.