http://harturmetalwolf.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] harturmetalwolf.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] srwug_alpha_rp2012-09-26 12:34 am
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I need you around / Blueberry kisses


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1] Sometime after dinner, if you're passing by the lounge you might hear the angry and joyous cries of one very excitable blonde Siberian. Adette had a heavy headset on over her eyes, and controller paddles in each hand from the computer game Gainer and Cynthia where always playing. Only, if her shouts where any indication she wasn't doing to hot either.

When the match finally ended she pulled off the headset with an angry jerk, cursing under her breath a little- only she bit her lip when she found out someone was standing there!
"Oh, I didn't know you where there! Sorry you had to see that."

2] With his Overman back together again, and her wounds healed Adette couldn't be happier. Though it was late, long past midnight, she could be found in the hanger polishing the fresh paint on the Overcoat of the Power Golame, she sang to herself as she worked, unabrashed, she sang out with joy, her high voice bouncing off every metal surface. She paused only to nip a shot from her flask every now and then, and her song always continued on.

"I told you baby, I'd love you maybe. But you stopped the clock the second time arounnddddd~ I need you arrrounndddd."

[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com 2012-09-28 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
"I do not ask surkai from you, nor will I give it." He folded his arms, considering his answer. Six months ago, he would have walked out without a second look. But the comradery of the ship and responsibility had made him less of a jerk.

"I suppose we do...Our peoples are depending on us to set an example. If we cannot manage at least cordiality, then what hope do they have?" He said, grasping the other end of her olive branch.
Edited 2012-09-28 11:13 (UTC)

[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com 2012-09-29 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"I know. And it would have been fun for both of us. But if I accepted I thought I would have been no better than Jin Yasuba."

In other words, his pride had not allowed him. He couldn't slink off with her, into her childhood house after she'd wounded him. Not after he'd told her so many secrets.

Poor Jin. They might have liked each other under different circumstances.

"Everyone, though? Do you really think you can sustain that, quineg? Or is it only until you have...built your armor back up?"

He raised his eyebrow and returned her smirk. He suspected that had to be partially a lie. There was one person he knew she wouldn't be avoiding.

[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com 2012-09-29 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Although he still kept some affection for her, he had no intention of tiptoing around the subject of Jin Yasaba. If she didn't want to face it, that was, he thought, her problem. He had faced his own betrayal, and though he didnt' think he'd ever repay the debt, he identified it, his perpetual surkai.

"And I would have learned how with you. Perhaps we could have found a middle ground between our ways and yours. But that is over and done with. The door is closed."

He had a feeling he knew the answer but he had to hear it from her anyway: "And what was the answer?"

[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com 2012-09-29 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
In her drunken way, she'd come across the best way to mollify him. 'Too perfect' was, in the grand scheme of things, a pretty gentle way to let someone down, after all.

"I told you there is nothing you need to offer surkai for. I still think the idea is a stupid one, one that does sound like making yourself a bondsman. But Micheal Wilson is a good, honorable man. If one had to be so bonded to someone, he is a fine choice."

His old, arrogant grin returned and he took a step forward.

"One last kiss. Then you should go to him and be as happy with each other as the Great Father and Jennifer Winson."

[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com 2012-10-02 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
Imitating her, he leaned in and their lips pressed softly together. It was a curiously innocent looking act for two people who were no strangers to the carnal, the kind of thing Hummel figurines would do on some grandmother's mantel. He pressed the feeling into the wax of memory for a second and stood back.

"Aff. A good memento. I will see you later then...trothkin."