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It's eleven PM, it's a warm night, Sturm's smoking a cigarette in the bed of her pickup truck, and basking in the neon glow of a lit sign with Teagan and Glitch are on their way. Without the six lethal damage she took in that fight, it'd almost be a delightful scene to walk into. | It's eleven PM, it's a warm night, Sturm's smoking a cigarette in the bed of her pickup truck, and basking in the neon glow of a lit sign with Teagan and Glitch are on their way. Without the six lethal damage she took in that fight, it'd almost be a delightful scene to walk into. | ||
The Jotunn is bloodied, bruised, and sporting a split lip with a blood-stained white bandana as she cradles her right forearm in wait... | The Jotunn is bloodied, bruised, and sporting a split lip with a blood-stained white bandana as she cradles her right forearm in wait... | ||
The only way to bring Sturm's truck home is to bring yourself without a car you have to bring home. So Teagan takes a Lyft. That's got to be one of the weirdest rides that driver has that day: a glowering 6-foot-tall androgyne and their much smaller companion. | The only way to bring Sturm's truck home is to bring yourself without a car you have to bring home. So Teagan takes a Lyft. That's got to be one of the weirdest rides that driver has that day: a glowering 6-foot-tall androgyne and their much smaller companion. | ||
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Glitch shakes it off. A bump on the head is startling, but small change for the combat-happy Sprite. "It's okay," he murmurs, and turns towards his room. He stops in his tracks, then looks over his shoulder with an expression like he's been caught sneaking back in from somewhere. "Uh. What?" | Glitch shakes it off. A bump on the head is startling, but small change for the combat-happy Sprite. "It's okay," he murmurs, and turns towards his room. He stops in his tracks, then looks over his shoulder with an expression like he's been caught sneaking back in from somewhere. "Uh. What?" | ||
Teagan can probably tell (if the broken arm, split lip, and menagerie of colorful bruises weren't enough of a hint) that Sturm feels like absolute shit based solely on the fact that she's not taking this golden opprotunity to be a little fuckin' gremlin. When Teagan finishes unlacing her boots, she leans forward to give them a little kiss on the cheekbone before slumping back onto the couch to wait for Glitch's response. Y'know. When Teagan inevitably calls bullshit on that. | Teagan can probably tell (if the broken arm, split lip, and menagerie of colorful bruises weren't enough of a hint) that Sturm feels like absolute shit based solely on the fact that she's not taking this golden opprotunity to be a little fuckin' gremlin. When Teagan finishes unlacing her boots, she leans forward to give them a little kiss on the cheekbone before slumping back onto the couch to wait for Glitch's response. Y'know. When Teagan inevitably calls bullshit on that. | ||
"I'll dial up a healer for you soon enough," Teagan assures the Jotunn, giving her a mildly concerned frown when they get a little smooch instead of gremlinosity. The kiss is returned, and then they wander off to the kitchen to get themself a beer and Sturm a soda, which they open for her. "You're acting like you're trying to kinda hide from Sturm, and I don't understand why." | "I'll dial up a healer for you soon enough," Teagan assures the Jotunn, giving her a mildly concerned frown when they get a little smooch instead of gremlinosity. The kiss is returned, and then they wander off to the kitchen to get themself a beer and Sturm a soda, which they open for her. "You're acting like you're trying to kinda hide from Sturm, and I don't understand why." | ||
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Sturm takes the Coke with her good hand, taking a sip - and wincing - as the acidic, carbonated beverage hits the open wound that is her split lip. Then she takes another sip before holding the cool can to her bruised face. "As the Winter," she grumbles - her words coming out a little funny-sounding on account of the can. "I can't believe I'm the one saying this, but will you just... spit whatever it is the fuck out? All this tip-toeing is making me fuckin' crazy." | Sturm takes the Coke with her good hand, taking a sip - and wincing - as the acidic, carbonated beverage hits the open wound that is her split lip. Then she takes another sip before holding the cool can to her bruised face. "As the Winter," she grumbles - her words coming out a little funny-sounding on account of the can. "I can't believe I'm the one saying this, but will you just... spit whatever it is the fuck out? All this tip-toeing is making me fuckin' crazy." | ||
She doesn't sound angry, but... frustrated? Maybe. Exasperated? Definitely. | She doesn't sound angry, but... frustrated? Maybe. Exasperated? Definitely. | ||
The look at Teagan gives Glitch is perhaps slightly disbelieving, perhaps mildly exasperated. Then Sturm speaks up, and Teagan settles in next to her silently, twisting their bottle of beer open and taking a swallow. | The look at Teagan gives Glitch is perhaps slightly disbelieving, perhaps mildly exasperated. Then Sturm speaks up, and Teagan settles in next to her silently, twisting their bottle of beer open and taking a swallow. | ||
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"That's... fuckin' bullshit, Glitch." The mildly grouchy look on Sturm's face devolves into a full-blown scowl, and she puts her drink down. "You're a player, not a character - and players make choices." There's a growing harshness in her tone that wasn't there before. "Fucking something up, and then saying 'oh, this is just who I am. I fucked up because I'm a fuck up' is," Sturm waves her uninjured hand - as if fishing for the next words. "You're just passing your fuck up on down the line so it can fuck something else up later. If you wanna change, then fuckin' change. It's hard, but you can do it. It's just never going to happen if your takeaway is "I'm a fuck up who fucks things up" rather than looking at what you can do better, and how." | "That's... fuckin' bullshit, Glitch." The mildly grouchy look on Sturm's face devolves into a full-blown scowl, and she puts her drink down. "You're a player, not a character - and players make choices." There's a growing harshness in her tone that wasn't there before. "Fucking something up, and then saying 'oh, this is just who I am. I fucked up because I'm a fuck up' is," Sturm waves her uninjured hand - as if fishing for the next words. "You're just passing your fuck up on down the line so it can fuck something else up later. If you wanna change, then fuckin' change. It's hard, but you can do it. It's just never going to happen if your takeaway is "I'm a fuck up who fucks things up" rather than looking at what you can do better, and how." | ||
Huh. Maybe Sturm did have something to say. Maybe she's tired of doing laundry. She grabs her coke can again and presses it back to her swolen lip. | Huh. Maybe Sturm did have something to say. Maybe she's tired of doing laundry. She grabs her coke can again and presses it back to her swolen lip. | ||
The Mirrorskin is about to say something, but then Sturm speaks up, and Teagan turns to look sidelong at her, smiling lopsidedly at the Jotunn. They turn to look back at Glitch and lazily shrug, as if to say 'she's right, you know.' Their free arm snakes out, pulling Glitch into their lap, and they swat him on the butt in the process. | The Mirrorskin is about to say something, but then Sturm speaks up, and Teagan turns to look sidelong at her, smiling lopsidedly at the Jotunn. They turn to look back at Glitch and lazily shrug, as if to say 'she's right, you know.' Their free arm snakes out, pulling Glitch into their lap, and they swat him on the butt in the process. | ||
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"You played extremely recklessly with my life, and Sigrun's," Sturm takes a deep breath when she catches that gutteral frustrated growl creeping back into her words. "The lights were already out in the house. Alex took out the live stream. You knew how Cloak of Night worked - and that Sigrun and I were depending on it to ambush Robin. You had your orders to watch the window, and blowing the fuse w-" she forcibly cuts herself off before she can get legitimately pissed off, rather than just miffed. "Fuck the fire, Glitch. We are lucky that only those firefighters died. When you blew the fuse, we became fully visible. If Sigrun hadn't been faster than Robin, that bomb would've gone off and taken most of us with it - and then she'd have fuckin' escaped into twilight to fuck up someone else's city." | "You played extremely recklessly with my life, and Sigrun's," Sturm takes a deep breath when she catches that gutteral frustrated growl creeping back into her words. "The lights were already out in the house. Alex took out the live stream. You knew how Cloak of Night worked - and that Sigrun and I were depending on it to ambush Robin. You had your orders to watch the window, and blowing the fuse w-" she forcibly cuts herself off before she can get legitimately pissed off, rather than just miffed. "Fuck the fire, Glitch. We are lucky that only those firefighters died. When you blew the fuse, we became fully visible. If Sigrun hadn't been faster than Robin, that bomb would've gone off and taken most of us with it - and then she'd have fuckin' escaped into twilight to fuck up someone else's city." | ||
Okay maybe she is just a little bit angry. the Jotunn crosses her arms over her chest - holding broken one close - and trying her damnedest not to let her frustration show in the face of Glitch's fear - the goal is not to brow beat it's just... to be heard. "... but fact that it very nearly was us is why I'm so fuckin' frustrated." | Okay maybe she is just a little bit angry. the Jotunn crosses her arms over her chest - holding broken one close - and trying her damnedest not to let her frustration show in the face of Glitch's fear - the goal is not to brow beat it's just... to be heard. "... but fact that it very nearly was us is why I'm so fuckin' frustrated." | ||
There's a lot to unpack here, but Teagan doesn't appear to be touching this particular suitcase at all. They pull Glitch closer in their lap, lean over to kiss the corner of Sturm's mouth. And they stay the fuck out of it. This is something these two have to work out together. | There's a lot to unpack here, but Teagan doesn't appear to be touching this particular suitcase at all. They pull Glitch closer in their lap, lean over to kiss the corner of Sturm's mouth. And they stay the fuck out of it. This is something these two have to work out together. | ||
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"If that's what you need to do, then I understand." Sturm's voice is quiet - much quieter - and no longer distorted by her growls or grumbles. "... but you don't have to lick your wounds alone -- and nobody wants you to banish yourself to the Fortress of Solitude just because shit went sideways, and we had an argument." Beat. "Don't let your brain pull a Groundhog Day, and trap you in a loop. Or. A respawn cycle. Or, I don't know. Whatever video game shit - my knowledge is very thin here." | "If that's what you need to do, then I understand." Sturm's voice is quiet - much quieter - and no longer distorted by her growls or grumbles. "... but you don't have to lick your wounds alone -- and nobody wants you to banish yourself to the Fortress of Solitude just because shit went sideways, and we had an argument." Beat. "Don't let your brain pull a Groundhog Day, and trap you in a loop. Or. A respawn cycle. Or, I don't know. Whatever video game shit - my knowledge is very thin here." | ||
Sturm pats the couch. "Anyway. I get it if you need to leave, but I'd like it if you sat with us for a bit first. So we can have a conversation that isn't about this - and then you can leave on that." | Sturm pats the couch. "Anyway. I get it if you need to leave, but I'd like it if you sat with us for a bit first. So we can have a conversation that isn't about this - and then you can leave on that." | ||
Glitch's eyes flick to Sturm without the rest of him moving. He's eerily still and tense as his pixellated pupils ping and pong from her face, to her hand on the couch, to Teagan's, and back between all three in various directions a few times. His mouth wordlessly presses into a line, his chin dips, and he silently crosses back over to the couch with a contained shuffle. | Glitch's eyes flick to Sturm without the rest of him moving. He's eerily still and tense as his pixellated pupils ping and pong from her face, to her hand on the couch, to Teagan's, and back between all three in various directions a few times. His mouth wordlessly presses into a line, his chin dips, and he silently crosses back over to the couch with a contained shuffle. | ||
It isn't until he sits back down that he starts to cry. | It isn't until he sits back down that he starts to cry. | ||
Leaning forward, Teagan sets their mostly empty beer down with a click of glass on wood, and then quietly reaches to wrap their arms around Glitch and sort of drag him across both laps, such that his crying can be done with maximum snuggle. They don't say anything for a bit, because words are, at first, mostly meaningless. What's necessary is proximity and comfort. | Leaning forward, Teagan sets their mostly empty beer down with a click of glass on wood, and then quietly reaches to wrap their arms around Glitch and sort of drag him across both laps, such that his crying can be done with maximum snuggle. They don't say anything for a bit, because words are, at first, mostly meaningless. What's necessary is proximity and comfort. |
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