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takeshi lev "so completely done" kovacs ([personal profile] interior) wrote2023-09-25 05:00 pm
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[personal profile] medals 2024-05-16 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Have you ever had feelings for someone and you feel like shit? [Lovesick, she means. Ahem. ] Like that, but it's - you, with the ash.
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[personal profile] medals 2024-05-25 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not trying to be sexy. I mean - I suppose they are. Sexy? But it's - dreaming of yearning.

[She makes a little face, all scrunched nose and irritated eye roll, like yearning is completely uncool and beneath her, actually. ]
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[personal profile] medals 2024-07-03 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I think yearning is lonely.

[Sad. Unhappy, lingering want. She sips, she watches Takeshi Kovacs sit, and she knows that she has felt yearning more than once. Yearning is just longing, in the dictionary of Jem Walker. She takes another sip and then places the glass down, and she goes to him.

One knee at his thigh, the other on the opposite. She settles onto him, a hand at his shoulder, a knuckle at his chin. ]
Longing is lonely. It's miserable. I don't like it.
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[personal profile] medals 2024-07-16 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Never pegged you as such an optimistic romantic, Takeshi.

[There's a quip to her mouth; a cheeky smile emerging. Her thumb brushes over his bottom lip, and up close, he isn't any less handsome. He's full of angles, emerging fine lines; Takeshi Kovacs is a solid mass of a man, and he's beautiful, and under all of that, he's a terrible, soppy, romantic.

She kisses him, after a moment. It's slow, it's careful. It's the first time she's kissed him with all her wits about her; without the thread of transformation immediate and terrifying. He tastes like a lifetime of cigarettes. He tastes like night cap, like lingering ash, just like the caves. It's grounding, it's lovely. ]