Beckett of the Mnemosyne (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bookofnope) wrote2015-10-04 01:39 pm
bookofnope) wrote2015-10-04 01:39 pm
[IC Contact -- Snowblind]
[There is a click noise. It sounds as though it might be judging you.]
[If he ever wanted shmoopy, there is his chance, right there. Beckett is a grand champion of turning away open displays of affection with a barbed comment. And he's actually fairly good at expressing affection when he does want to. But all of it is and has always been restricted by the nature of his world, his life, his kind. What can any of them really feel, the blood-drinking damned?
He knows better now. He understands things that only true death could have taught him. He looks Rhys right in the eye.]
I - you deserve to hear that I am proud of you. The things you've done. The man you are, regardless of what anyone else might think. I'm - this is - you are my friend, Rhys. A better friend that I've often deserved.
He knows better now. He understands things that only true death could have taught him. He looks Rhys right in the eye.]
I - you deserve to hear that I am proud of you. The things you've done. The man you are, regardless of what anyone else might think. I'm - this is - you are my friend, Rhys. A better friend that I've often deserved.
[It's true, of course, and that's the heart of the problem - the possibility of return makes the exchange of last words feel like an invitation for despair. But not to exchange them - God, what does he have to hide? Does he need an excuse at this point to tell her how much he cares for her?]
I know... I know. I wish it had been better. I wish... it would have been easier, maybe, if I had not come to need what what you have given me. But I wouldn't trade it, nonetheless. Not for... not even for a different end.
[Grace. Mercy. They mean so much more now than they did when he imagined he could find them in some old scroll or dusty tomb.]
I know... I know. I wish it had been better. I wish... it would have been easier, maybe, if I had not come to need what what you have given me. But I wouldn't trade it, nonetheless. Not for... not even for a different end.
[Grace. Mercy. They mean so much more now than they did when he imagined he could find them in some old scroll or dusty tomb.]
Even though we've turned you into-- [YAA-AAAWNNN] --into such a softie?
[ Gosh, she's so tired. At least she has Rhys to snuggle against, though. Poor Beckett doesn't have anyone.
Annnnd that's her most upsetting thought yet. Hgrhgrhghr. Distractions. ]
To think it all started with you explaining freaking zebras to me. Remember? Waaay back...
[ So, so tired. ]
[ Gosh, she's so tired. At least she has Rhys to snuggle against, though. Poor Beckett doesn't have anyone.
Annnnd that's her most upsetting thought yet. Hgrhgrhghr. Distractions. ]
To think it all started with you explaining freaking zebras to me. Remember? Waaay back...
[ So, so tired. ]
You've let me express a different side of my personality. [He's trying for jokes, because he can see he's losing her - he can see her fading and he knows there's no point trying to urge her to stay awake. She won't be able to. Drifting off is the only peaceful part of this whole ordeal.]
You - you don't have to try and hold on if it's too difficult. I can tell you more stories of bold yet absurd adventure, if you like. I have any number.
You - you don't have to try and hold on if it's too difficult. I can tell you more stories of bold yet absurd adventure, if you like. I have any number.
Dude, you know bold-yet-absurd adventures are my favourites. Gimme.
But don't finish it. Then I definitely have to come back to hear how it ends.
[ Yeah, they both know that's not how things work. But silliness helps, doesn't it? No matter how mild? ]
But don't finish it. Then I definitely have to come back to hear how it ends.
[ Yeah, they both know that's not how things work. But silliness helps, doesn't it? No matter how mild? ]
Y-you -
[ He knew too, he's known for a long time, yet hearing it all aloud releases a great deal of tension and anxiety in his shoulders and he visibly calms despite the situation. Despite all the snot and Ghibli tears. ]
You don't give yourself enough credit, Beckett. You're a triple-century old badass, and one of the best men I know, knew, will know -- all the tenses, forever and always.
And I - I'm pretty damn great myself - [ laughter ] -- you're right. We both are.
[ He knew too, he's known for a long time, yet hearing it all aloud releases a great deal of tension and anxiety in his shoulders and he visibly calms despite the situation. Despite all the snot and Ghibli tears. ]
You don't give yourself enough credit, Beckett. You're a triple-century old badass, and one of the best men I know, knew, will know -- all the tenses, forever and always.
And I - I'm pretty damn great myself - [ laughter ] -- you're right. We both are.
Beckett, it's me - p-properly me, I mean. Can you call me when you - when you get back? I'm so sorry, just. Please. Thank you.
[ There is a lot of stifled sobbing going on in this message. Maybe even some sniffling. Gross. ]
[ There is a lot of stifled sobbing going on in this message. Maybe even some sniffling. Gross. ]
[Oh, it's her, is it. Beckett's first response is a disinterested scoff. But at least he should tell her not to go around bothering him with those tears.]
I see it's back to our regularly scheduled emotional trainwreck sessions. How delightful.
I see it's back to our regularly scheduled emotional trainwreck sessions. How delightful.
You're back! Thank f-- thank frick.
[ No tears now! Just a rubbish little laugh that's half relief and half awkwardness. Haha, Beckett and his weird dry humour haha look at him making light of this ha ]
Where are you? I'm still on my way back to pick up Rhys, so if you're anywhere but the radiated area then we can probably meet up on the way!
[ No tears now! Just a rubbish little laugh that's half relief and half awkwardness. Haha, Beckett and his weird dry humour haha look at him making light of this ha ]
Where are you? I'm still on my way back to pick up Rhys, so if you're anywhere but the radiated area then we can probably meet up on the way!
[Hilarilols, isn't it? He thinks so too. Well, except -]
No... no. I think I've wasted quite enough of my time here babysitting. And anyway in his current state he probably won't last waiting for you, even if you'll last getting to him.
No... no. I think I've wasted quite enough of my time here babysitting. And anyway in his current state he probably won't last waiting for you, even if you'll last getting to him.
Excuse me?
[ The reaction is more shocked than offended, at least initially. It isn't even the cruelty over the condition of herself and Rhys that gets her - it's that babysitting remark. That's not right, not from Beckett. He's one of the few people here who has always, always treated her like the adult she is. This is just slap-in-the-face wrong. ]
Why-- what's wrong with you? What was your death price?
[ House's seems similar, doesn't it? He's been even more of a douche than usual since he revived. So maybe...? ]
[ The reaction is more shocked than offended, at least initially. It isn't even the cruelty over the condition of herself and Rhys that gets her - it's that babysitting remark. That's not right, not from Beckett. He's one of the few people here who has always, always treated her like the adult she is. This is just slap-in-the-face wrong. ]
Why-- what's wrong with you? What was your death price?
[ House's seems similar, doesn't it? He's been even more of a douche than usual since he revived. So maybe...? ]
*He's noticed Beckett on the network by now.*
where
where
[Ah. Brian.
Brian, you see, is the exception. Beckett has no interest in reestablishing the myriad relationships he has with Norfinbury's wearying, emotional humans, but Brian has always been more like him than anyone else. Not really human at all. And never a hindrance... except that one time. And even Beckett can't blame him for that one time, he finds.]
All the way back down at the hospital. But it's good to see you made it out intact.
Brian, you see, is the exception. Beckett has no interest in reestablishing the myriad relationships he has with Norfinbury's wearying, emotional humans, but Brian has always been more like him than anyone else. Not really human at all. And never a hindrance... except that one time. And even Beckett can't blame him for that one time, he finds.]
All the way back down at the hospital. But it's good to see you made it out intact.
*Ugh, that's almost as far back as he was. Why does it pick the worst places for explorers to revive?*
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Edited (autocorrect sure hates brian) 2017-07-10 20:39 (UTC)
Oh, nothing's wrong.
[Here is the thing: Beckett is a creature of profound self-awareness, even if his actions don't always reflect it. He knows. He understands. But he doesn't care. If anything, he resents how temporary this freedom from caring is going to be.]
If I'm correct, there's been some tampering with my - well. Humanity, to put it simply. It's a very liberating experience, let me tell you. It's been too long. I find myself at a loss to justify why I ever allowed myself to become so... domesticated.
[Here is the thing: Beckett is a creature of profound self-awareness, even if his actions don't always reflect it. He knows. He understands. But he doesn't care. If anything, he resents how temporary this freedom from caring is going to be.]
If I'm correct, there's been some tampering with my - well. Humanity, to put it simply. It's a very liberating experience, let me tell you. It's been too long. I find myself at a loss to justify why I ever allowed myself to become so... domesticated.
Jade's - ahh.
[He'd forgotten.]
I haven't looked. Does it matter at this point? We know there's nothing we can do one way or another.
[He'd forgotten.]
I haven't looked. Does it matter at this point? We know there's nothing we can do one way or another.
iwant to know if
it
was same or
diff erent
*One is much less disturbing than the other.*
it
was same or
diff erent
*One is much less disturbing than the other.*
Well, both of them are effectively corpses, though I suppose I understand wanting to know... maybe I'll head back tomorrow, if I see the weather outside the tunnels is particularly bad.
[He doesn't sound terribly concerned. Probably because he isn't.]
[He doesn't sound terribly concerned. Probably because he isn't.]
*He'd ask him to go check...but Beckett probably has a good reason not to. Its important to get back to where they left off, after all.*
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iam still in
in dust rial
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dif fer ent in
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o kay
iam still in
in dust rial
wea ther isnot
bad
here
ido not know if itis
dif fer ent in
oth er partsof
nor fin bury
[ Hnrrgh. Angel is usually very fond of vampirely snooting. Right now, not so much - when did Beckett start sounding so freaking punchable? ]
I think domesticated is a little much. And you're aware that there's no need to be a douchebag even while you're relishing in your liberation, right? It's only going to mean more embarrassing apologies later, trust me.
[SHE CALLED RHYS OOOOOLLLLLLDDDDDD ]
I think domesticated is a little much. And you're aware that there's no need to be a douchebag even while you're relishing in your liberation, right? It's only going to mean more embarrassing apologies later, trust me.
[
[The mention of apologies makes him scowl to himself. She's right, but that only means a reminder that in a few days' time, he'll be grovelling before her. Like her dog.]
Domesticated is just the right term. So I might as well take the time to make it very clear to you how lucky you are that you caught me at my weakest. Back home I wouldn't have looked twice at you, child, except maybe as a little snack. And you'd have enjoyed it.
Domesticated is just the right term. So I might as well take the time to make it very clear to you how lucky you are that you caught me at my weakest. Back home I wouldn't have looked twice at you, child, except maybe as a little snack. And you'd have enjoyed it.
[ Ouuuucchhhh. Angel is very, very glad that choosing to use audio means that Beckett can't see her flinch. That's less due to how Douchey Beckett would react, though, and more about how much more horrible it'd make it for Regular Wonderful Beckett later.
Angel, diverting her own hurt away so she can worry about loved ones instead? SHOCKING. ]
Oh geez, don't start posturing. That's even more embarrassing than the future apologies. I'm sure that a big bad vampire would win out over a freaking siren any day of the week, but saying I'd enjoy it? Kinda gross, dude. Ick.
[ VORE IS NOT HER KINK!!!!! ]
Angel, diverting her own hurt away so she can worry about loved ones instead? SHOCKING. ]
Oh geez, don't start posturing. That's even more embarrassing than the future apologies. I'm sure that a big bad vampire would win out over a freaking siren any day of the week, but saying I'd enjoy it? Kinda gross, dude. Ick.
[ VORE IS NOT HER KINK!!!!! ]
I know you. You'd have relished it.
[No video, but his voice tells her he's leaning a little closer to the tablet as he imagines her face. To imagine it twisting and breaking is a delight. He feels wonderfully in control.]
Self-sacrifice? Getting to be hurt and feel noble about it? Letting go of your tragic little life to give it to someone else? That's your thing, as you might put it. I know why you've let me feed on you for so long.
[No video, but his voice tells her he's leaning a little closer to the tablet as he imagines her face. To imagine it twisting and breaking is a delight. He feels wonderfully in control.]
Self-sacrifice? Getting to be hurt and feel noble about it? Letting go of your tragic little life to give it to someone else? That's your thing, as you might put it. I know why you've let me feed on you for so long.
[ There's a very physical pain to go along with the emotional now, and not just because Angel is biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. The nausea and the ache in her chest silence her for just a second too long to be natural as she gathers herself.
Her voice is, naturally, still even and calm. She's pretty sure it's fooling no one, though. ]
I let you feed on me because I love you. And trust you, for that matter. There isn't really any nobility to be found in being a human poptart, particularly in a scenario where you eat me before getting to know me.
Her voice is, naturally, still even and calm. She's pretty sure it's fooling no one, though. ]
I let you feed on me because I love you. And trust you, for that matter. There isn't really any nobility to be found in being a human poptart, particularly in a scenario where you eat me before getting to know me.
Maybe. [He sounds casual, but there's no mistaking the edge of pleasure in his voice. The idea that he'd end up apologizing for this feels remote, unreal; right now, as he is, it's an ungodly delight to know he's able to take someone apart like this.]
But then maybe this is a testimony to how bad you are at choosing the people you love and trust. First Jack, then me, and Rhys with his endless needs - are you sure you don't just want people for whom you can bleed?
But then maybe this is a testimony to how bad you are at choosing the people you love and trust. First Jack, then me, and Rhys with his endless needs - are you sure you don't just want people for whom you can bleed?
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