goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

"Skiing or Surfing somewhere quiet. Though honestly? I'm thinking skiing. I haven't seen snow in a long time and the idea of sand right now..." He winces, finishes his coffee, and flops down on the sofa. Ugh. Sand. "I think D'll enjoy that more too."

"Learn a little magic and suddenly I'm the hot girl in highschool. Huh. Remind me to write a letter of apology to Karen." Not that he knew where she lived anymore, but the reminder would make him feel a little less like an ass.

"Why would you write a letter when you have tablets and computers?"

Never expected to run into you or...anyone ever again.

[ Wash survived. Wash always survives- luck favors York plenty but Wash seems to be it's favorite. And York can't say that he minds. Everything they've been through? Everything they're GOING to go through? They need it in any scrap they can get.

It probably says something that he feels cold as soon as Carolina pulls her hand away, even if it's to slip deeper into the covers. He follows, schooches a little closer. Not quite believing she won't be gone in the morning. Vanished. ]

I've had this dream so many times. [ He's clinging, thumb smoothing against the back of her hand. Terrified he'll blink and she'll be gone again. That this is all an elaborate hallucination and he'll wake up, cold and alone and wondering why he ever survived. ] Can't say they included the peanut gallery, though. That's new.

She manages to withhold an instinctive shiver at the mention of snow. "You aren't one to take it easy, are you? Or has the great outdoors always been more appealing?"

Getting herded out is new. At least they'd given him clothes to wear beforehand. Got cuffed. Got walked out to a chair next to a long pane of one way glass and it looks like here's where the interrogation is going to go down. Except...

It's a viewing room. The lights go up on the other side and it's Wash.

Buckling himself into a chair. Nothing that looks like this ever ends well. Padded walls, thin Machine and- needles for the neural implants. What the hell?

A guard fastens the restraints that he can't manage alone and then there's nothing for a moment, just the horrible waiting, and anticipation.

"You understand why we are doing this, Agent Washington?"

"Yes. I disobeyed orders. I fraternised with a prisoner."

"This is being done for your own good, to save you. To make you better."

"I understand. I'm sorry."

[ He's not the only one to have had dreams like this, reunions friendly and not so much, and some well beyond the lines they drew for the sake of missions and protocol.

Where do such lines fall now, if they exist at all? ]

...Well, I'm here now.

[ She tugs his hand over, closer, until she can rest his knuckles against her cheek, letting her eyes fall half-closed as she presses against him. Though she can't help the twitch at the corner of her mouth at the mention of York's second house guest. ]

He and I have an understanding. He won't be spying, if that's your concern. [not on them, anyway. Lips part to say more, before a yawn interrupts, and by the time it's done, she's forgotten what she was going to say] ...m'night, Tayl'r.. I missed you..

"Letter's are more personal! It shows sincerity."

"If I sit still to long I think too much." Remember too much. He's alive. He made it.He'd rather keep pushing forward.

The hell is going on here. Not brainwashing his ASS, what the fuck else is that machine for? That whole fucking room. He doesn't say anything but Detla's running stats in the back of his head and none of them look good.

"You disobeyed orders, Agent Washington. We saved you. We took you in."

"I know. I'm sorry. I'll be better."

"We will remind you of your orders, of your place in this organisation. You are a valuable piece of this collection."

"I know. I understand."

He already feels cold and clammy and that doesn't go away when the guard, one of Charon's own soldiers, not the mercs, approaches him. He can't see it, but he definitely feels it when the needles are stuck into the implants and there's something pressed into the port at the back of his neck.

"Hmmm." If you say so, York. Resettling the cat on her lap, the tablet's apps are flipped between, until she finds the fictional biography of the wizard he had mentioned. Why children would care for such things was beyond her. But it seemed long enough to hold some level of distraction.

"..Not healthy to avoid it." There goes the voice of experience, hiding her grimace behind a swig of coffee. "But I understand." Focus on the out, leaves little time to let things focus inwards.

"I don't think I've a had a holiday outside the country since I was a child." If you don't count shore leave while on deployment. She doesn't.

[ It'd be so easy to pull himself over and curl around her. Hold her close like he's always wanted to, like he's always dreamed he'd be allowed to-

But reflexes and ptsd are a thing. For now he contents himself with the hand against her cheek and smiles across at her. THe years seem to drop away when she's this tired- they always have. Too hard on herself by half, is Carolina. ]

Missed you too, Clair. Sleep well.

[ God knows he will for the first time since they ran into each other. ]

What the hell. What the hell, what the hell- Delta running the odds of what is happening isn't exactly HELPING York maintain his calm but-

If they want him to keep Delta they can't do this to him.

Can they?

And if they did D could talk him out of it. Right? Right. Jesus christ.

Shower, shave, jeans. JEans? Jeans. Slacks? Jesus it's been so long since he last. Towel around his waist, scarring on his chest and shoulder a neat continuation of the marks on his visible in full light for the first time proooobably in awhile, he walks back through to his bedroom. "Do I wear the fuck me pants or the 'bro jeans'?"

"Now you sound like Delta." Take your time, York, stop running so hard, York, please see a therapist oh dear god, york. "Maaaaybe you could come with? D likes having a bodyguard with us even if we're way out of the way. After last night? I'd be more comfortable with one too."

There's nothing for a long moment. Maybe he's supposed to fill that time with begging for forgiveness. But he knows they've made their minds up already. It starts as a tickle at the back of his neck, a whisper, the feeling of something in his head that shouldn't be there. He knows there isn't; it's all manipulation of electrical impulses. That doesn't help though.

And then the full force of it hits him. No building up to it, no gradual increase, just the feeling of something hitting his mind full force like a brick wall, burning through his mind. It's like Epsilon all over again except Epsilon had been sentient, been alive and hurt and this is just cold inanimate pain, strings of orders and codes and someone's screaming and he knows it's him even if there's a disconnect between his mind and body.

"He's been around many who should listen to him and often don't." Somehow, the impression she gives is that she isn't talking about him. She is however genuinely surprised by his offer - perhaps she shouldn't be, but Carolina was used to contacts ending. Not an offer of a second to follow the first.

"..I get the impression you don't often include a bodyguard with your entourage on holiday?" Her brow arches, evading providing an answer right away. "What would you be expecting from me?"

Carolina doesn't look up right away, not until she reaches an appropriate end to a paragraph. If her gaze snaps to the scarring, he won't notice it linger, not while one of her wings shift to lift a wing knuckle and rest her cheek against it.

"What sort of end goal do you want for the night?" Seems to her like that's the more important thing to keep in mind.

[ Tired as she is, even with the warmth of York's hand in hers, it takes time for Carolina to fall asleep, drifting along the edge of too-much awareness.

Her brain is too active, thoughts and feelings too bright and noisy, underscoring the relief and happiness she feels with..

No. Best not to pay any attention to (longing) emotions right now. But silly as it would sound when spoken out loud, she felt safe here, safer than she had in a long time, like her guard could be lowered if only for a little while.. It's not until she keeps her eyes closed for a while, listening to her own breathing, that at some point between listening for his does she pass into slumber.

She's always been a light sleeper nowadays, a little bit restless, and now seems to be no exception - but she doesn't wake when her body naturally gravitates towards his, attracted to and curling into warmth where usually she'd have held herself apart. Tucking against his side, hand still wrapped in his and pressed against her chest along her sternum. Held as though letting go were simply not an option that had occurred to her. ]

Not brainwashing his ASS. THe fuck do they call this- Wash starts screaming and that's when he starts struggling, it's involuntary. He's got so few people left and Wash is down there, screaming like he had when they'd put in Epsilon- he's not even thinking. Delta trying to shout down his reflexes in the back of his mind but it's Wash- breaking the armlock they've got him in doesn't take much, slamming the guard into the window once, twice- the glass cracks and if he keeps at it he might get through-

This has to stop. HE has to stop this.

All he can do is scream. It overwhelms his senses, blots out his vision with white hot pain until there's nothing left but the inside of his own head. And in there there's just his orders. He owes them, he has to obey, he has to. He's a weapon, that's his purpose so why is he fighting it? Fighting it just leads to pain, emotions just lead to pain, he needs to obey, to follow orders.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles in between the screams. "I'm sorry I'm so-"

"Not often. When I wasn't a big deal we didn't need them but D's been antsy about them lately and...I kinda see why." The past few years might've been building up to this. They both need the break and they'll need one with someone they can trust to do their jobs without winding either of them up. "Pretty much what you've done so far, with allowances to actually sleep and some off time while we're sequestered in the cabin so you can go chill on your own. I know I can be a bit much sometimes."

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