Not quite a yellow submarine, but... || September 19, 2063

[drakeyboy]

WHO: Drake, Hikaru, and the War Hounds
WHAT: The Hounds and their pet NPCs of the moment take a submarine up from the first of many sealed Avernian Gates
WHERE: Somewhere in the ocean, off the coasts of South America
WHEN: September 19, 2063 (7:00 PM to about 10:00 PM)
SAFE FOR WORK? Other than Drake's potty mouth? Probably.
OTHER NOTES: None!


[This submarine is typical Vice Military Solutions fare - that is, it's definitely more impressive than anything that the World of Light has to offer, but it's pretty average for any Keeper of the Vigil whose used to what Vice Enterprises has to offer with regard to transport.

You're all getting your own rooms to rest up in, and you have free reign of the ship right down to the bridge. You may want to lounge around in the large common area for crew and guests alike: it's got an impressive bar, and the cafeteria kitchen has been opened for your convenience.]


OOC NOTES
+ This post will both be for shenanigans with Drake and Hikaru, and for anything that you guys want to do with each other.
+ Make sure to label your threads accordingly on whether they're meant for just one person, or if they're open to all.

Comments

[icarusalsoflew]

Hey, I wouldn't count that as showing off. That was an accident.

[But it did seem pretty cool, now that he thought about it...]

[bostova]

Of course, of course.

[ She gives a small laugh as she leans back on her seat and... then she's quiet, staring off on the lone ash tray.

She's so bad at this.

So, so horrible.

She sighs, long, troubled; fingers tracing the length of the Makhai knife's hilt. She was eventually going to have to say it anyway. She takes a deep breath (for courage, she reasons to herself). ]

I do not want to have to kill him. Marcin, I mean. [ Her voice is soft, like she's given up already. Except she hasn't. She'd already cried about it earlier, with Taning, and that was... exhausting. Hopefully she doesn't tear up a second time tonight. ] I don't want to, but I will, if I have to.

[icarusalsoflew]

[Watching that and - later on - listening to that. The smile on his face has softened, and the look in his eyes has gone a little dark.]

Nobody wants to put down a friend, no matter how far gone they end up being when shit hits the fan.

[Saying it like he gets it - and he does. Every Keeper of the Vigil worth their salt did, and every Keeper of the Vigil worth their salt also understood how hard it was to watch their own comrades wrestle with problems like this.]

[bostova]

Isn't there any other way? [ She looks at him, all sorts of scared and nerves and hope. ] Is... is there anything I could do to-- to-- [ Save him. Convince him to stop. Something. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

You can do the best that you possibly can. From there...

[He trails off a moment. Just because he's dealt with a fuckload doesn't mean that he's ever used to staring into a younger Keeper's eyes and pretty much laying it straight to them, for better or for worse.]

From there, it's really out of your hands.

[He's not smiling anymore, but his expression is as gentle as it can possibly be, given what they're talking about.]

[bostova]

I don't know how.

[ She's crumbling, breaking down slowly. She's crying again, before she even notices it, one hand gripping the hilt of the Makhai blade tightly. ]

... ;w;

[icarusalsoflew]

[That makes him move right over to sit down beside you and wrap you up in his arms. He's normally a lot more careful about your boundaries and your personal space, but... this is kind of a big deal.]

Do what you always do. [Saying that softly.] Focus yourself on a goal, work hard to get there, cut everything that stands in your way.

half a year later...........................................

[bostova]

[ She shrinks when Hikaru sits next to her and folds his arms around her. It's strange how his mere presence is keeping her from completely breaking down. There hasn't been anyone like that to her since... Since Marcin, or her sister.

She nods, then rests her forehead on his shoulder. If she's still crying, he won't see it. ]

...I'll try.

...........................................the feels remain fresh.

[icarusalsoflew]

[ Quiet for another moment as he strokes her hair and holds her close. ]

Promise me? Promise me that you'll try?

u_u

[bostova]

I promise.

[ Her voice might have been soft, but she'd placed all the resolve she could muster behind it. If she didn't try... it was as good as giving up. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

That's my girl.

[ Because he is allowed to think of you that way, isn't he? Because you have, in words and in deeds, showed him that you do not mind, that you'll follow him as far as you can possibly go.

It never gets easier, knowing that so many hearts and bodies place themselves in his hands. He has, however, gone too far and done too much to give up. Besides, not playing his role to a tee wouldn't be fair to any of them, right?

Anyway. Gently reaching down and cupping your face with one hand, Yulia. He's still smiling, and you'll see nothing else but warmth in his eyes when he looks at you. ]

We've still got a long way to go before we hit the surface. Get some rest? Or food, or booze.

[ Whatever helps you feel better, yeah? ]

[bostova]

[ She meets his gaze, but she looks away a moment later, nodding. ]

I will... But...

[ There's a moment of hesitation, and her shoulders slump slightly. ]

Can I stay here for a while longer...?

[icarusalsoflew]

Of course you can.

[ Okay, he can't resist it. Pressing a brief kiss right on the top of your forehead. ]

I do appreciate the company.

[bostova]

[ She huffs at the kiss (Anya laughs at her), and she sniffs, suddenly feeling very shy and embarrassed about it.

But she stays. She pulls herself up on the seat and curls up next to Hikaru. ]

Thank you.