tushanshu_logs | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

Characters: Kara Thrace, York, & North
Date: After this.
Location: York’s suite
Situation: Kara died. She respawned and is showing back up a few hours later. Sup guys. How’s it going.
Warnings: Swearing, possible brawling?

Kara had died – she knew she’d died, she’d seen the grenade coming and felt it explode -- and then nothing. She was dead and she knew it – so why was there sea water? Why were people pulling her out of the ocean? It was – just like when she’d first arrived.

After spitting venom and a little bit of vitriol for the majority of the cart ride, Kara was eventually deposited back in front of her suite where she promptly got out and went straight to York’s on unsteady legs.

She doesn’t even knock – she just barrels in.

“York -- North? Where the frak are you two?!”

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Mmm. Both parts bad and important?"

She looks up at him and smiles tentatively, an almost hopeful, needy thing but one that's still apprehensive and on guard.

"Yeah, that sounds good," he agrees, and sweeps the nearest towel around her shoulders, tucking it in close under her chin. One rough hand pushes blond hair back again, just so he can kiss her forehead, and he smiles. "S'it too sappy to just wanna curl in bed with you after we check on North?"

"No. No, it isn't."

Because -- that sounds really good to her, York. She's shaken and trying to put on a tough front and a smirk and it's eating at her.

"Guess we better go check on Princess number two. Pass me my robe?"

"Good, 'cause I was getting ready to break out the pleases and thank yous and no one wants that," he drawls, and hands her the robe she requests, sliding it over her shoulders, tying it up for her, fingers lingering. He grabs a towel and winds it around his waist, stealing one more quick kiss.

"If you wanna change, I'm gonna get a water and some painkillers for me and Sasquatch."

"I don't even know how I'd handle you being so polite." She smiles and lets him tie her robe - he's being incredibly sweet and it's just making this the tiniest bit easier to handle.

"Sure. I'll put some pants on so he doesn't have a heart attack."

"You were stripping in front of him, I doubt he'd care," he tosses back wryly, and doesn't bother with pants, thanks, sliding out into the living room. He gets the water and painkillers first, taking some for himself, before heading out to North, offering them out while watching him.

"...What're you going for?"

Edited 2013-01-31 04:38 (UTC)

He was looking in the cabinets, trying to work out something to fix for breakfast since the two of them were obviously going to remain preoccupied, but apparently hadn't felt quite up to the task. By the time York came around he was standing in front of an open cabinet with his eyes squeezed shut, with the hopes that when he opened them his head would hurt less and he would feel a little more steady on his feet.

As soon as he heard York enter he turned, closing the cabinet and sniffling sort of self-consciously. "I was going to try and work up some kind of breakfast."

He's still got his towel hitched around his waist, but after the military there's no such thing as modesty. York bumps their shoulders lightly, regretting it instantly at how gross he feels at the collision.

"I don't think I could eat, man. I was just gonna go pass out in bed with Kara for a few more hours after making sure you weren't passed out."

His voice had been strained and rough from awakening too soon, and he cleared his throat before answering. "I see your point."

"Yeah," York agrees and leans on the counter top, watching him with a tired look. "...She's. She's okay."

"I'd almost say we should have known, but..." How could anyone really know that about this place, until it happened?

"Now we know for next time," he says, forcing humor into his tone without meaning it, and squeezing North's shoulder. "D'you need anything?"

He scoffed a little at the remark, a wry smile forming at the corners of his mouth. "Just some time to rest."

"Couch or spare room is all yours, champ," York yawns, and downs another glass of water to get rid of cotton mouth, and then waves sleepily at him as he heads to their room. "Yell f'you need something."

"Be careful what you wish for," he replies, only teasing weakly. He doesn't intend to disturb them. He'll go to the spare room he usually stays in and sleep off this grogginess.

York gives him a small smile back in response, heading down the hallway and back into the room with Kara, ignoring the way his head is pounding, aching. "Hey, lady. Water?"

She's sprawled out on the bed in her pajamas and when he comes back in, she opens one eye at him and squints.

"You offering?"

"And painkillers, if you need 'em."

He's not sure if she would, but he has them anyway, along with some for him later, which he sets on the nightstand and crawls gingerly into bed, like even his bones ache. He makes it to handing her the glass of water, before promptly easing his way down and burying his face right between her breasts.

"Aren't you a sweetheart."

She has to laugh at that. Resting a hand on the back of his head she takes a sip of water before setting it aside and slowly allowing more of her tension to ease.

"I try."

He smiles into the swells of her breasts and eases off to the side so he's not squishing her, instead resting his cheek on her shoulder, quiet for a long time. He doesn't know what to say, doesn't know what's right or what's not here, and finally settles on just curling next to her, soaking it all in.

"You're...feeling okay, right?"

She loops am arm around him, fingers teasing in his hair.

"Yeah. I'm fine, babe." Or at least - she sounds fine. She's pretty rattled, but damn grateful to be alive.

"You know, I didn't used to be afraid of dying. Like, it wasn't a big deal. It's what made me such a good pilot. I was fearless in that cockpit."

"Okay."

He doesn't know how anyone could be fine after that - that's a whole slew of shit that's Not Fine, but he'll go with it for the time being, stroking his hand down her side, curling it over her stomach gently.

"Kinda goes with being a soldier of any kind, I think," he murmurs. They were all aware dying was an option in the war and as everyone else went down around them, it became all the more clear. "Luck only gets you so far."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only