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Deacon ([personal profile] ersatzeverything) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-07-17 03:45 pm

First prompt [OPEN]; second prompt [CLOSED TO WILLIAM]

Who: Deacon and William; Deacon and OPEN
When: A few days after the battle with the Caducans
Where: Around Moira and Nomo 001 (William's room)
What: An evil demon mask is causing problems. Also, Deacon lies too much.
Warnings:References to prior violence



[A: OPEN]

[He's been having nightmares every fucking time he tries to sleep. He blames it on what happened with the Caducans. Sure, that wasn't the first time he's seen an op go sour, people get killed, but this wasn't an op, it was a massacre. There should have been a way to avoid it. Shoulda coulda woulda.

As a general rule, Deacon tries not to dwell on the past. Thinking too much about shit that went wrong is a one-way trip to crazy town and losing yourself in booze or chems of the barrel of a gun, desperately trying to escape bitterness and regret in the face of a harsh and unfair universe. It’s fucking hard, though, when it feels like the memories are actively chasing him. Sometimes when it’s quiet he swears he can hear his wife’s voice, even though she’s been dead for over twenty years now.

For the third time this week he wakes up in a cold sweat. He gives up on sleep and throws on a Moira uniform to wander the hallways restlessly and as anonymously as he can in the small community of the ship, hoping to find some booze and a quiet corner amidst the wreckage of glass.]


[B: CLOSED TO WILLIAM]

[During one of his sleepless excursions, Deacon knocks on the door of William’s room. Shades hide the dark circles under his eyes and his wig covers the red stubble on his head. He usually sleeps during the day, so he’s not worried about waking William’s roommates.]

Room service!

[He calls out in a bright and chipper voice.]
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[personal profile] bloodbinds 2016-07-18 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's more active at night by a general rule, but since she's been taking the supplements from the captains, her sleeping hours have been off by far. Being able to go out in sunlight for even a short amount of time is a miracle, one she's too grateful, even if it means she's lost the 'normalcy' of an eight or ten hour sleep during the day. She's finished her shift in the medbay, still overused from the injuries and deaths they've suffered, and has found herself a little corner of the observation deck to sit by herself, earbuds in, and listen to music while she looks at what's left of their little carnage hole. What a fucking crazy couple of days.

Not many people are up and those that are aren't doing much, maybe working. Not skulking the halls. She's a little surprised when an aura comes into view, more so when she realizes who it is. Ava's still frustrated, less so than a few days ago now that the intrusive thoughts are mostly gone, but she doesn't ignore him when he passes by. ]


There's this thing called "sleeping" that people do at this time of night. You know, when it's dark, it's time to lay down? Or is it super backwards in your time?
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[personal profile] bloodbinds 2016-07-19 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ What is that, part-lie and part-joke? Ava doesn't know what to make of it, both eyebrows lifting with skepticism. She reaches up to remove her earbuds and turn off her player, pocketing both so she can focus solely on Deacon. ]

You really can't stop yourself, can you?

[ It's not exactly a condemnation. Now that she knows, now that Deacon's told her, everything he says has been put in a different light. She doesn't know if she can trust anything he says. ]

The daylight thing-- Can't contest that. Being, you know, me. And I wish I could say I believe the underground comment. The sniper thing...that, I can sort of see.

[ Railroad business and all. He told her that much was true. Ava folds her arms over her chest. ]

That's your life, right? With the Railroad. You said that part isn't a lie.
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[personal profile] bloodbinds 2016-07-19 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
But I don't even know your world. Why would it matter to me if you were a synth or not? I'm the very last person who can judge people on who they are behind closed doors or when no one's looking.

[ He made it out like synths were strong. She had been okay with the both of them being in danger because she assumed he'd be all right. Now she feels like she's been irresponsible. Humans aren't bulletproof. Humans die, and they die easily.

Ava rubs at one of her arms and chews on a part of her lower lip, expression thoughtful for a time. At length, she sighs. ]


I mean... Look, I can see why you'd do that. You're gambling something dangerous and putting yourself in danger, yeah, but I get it. You want to make sure people are serious about it and aren't selling you bullshit to get information.

[ It's not like the Camarilla hasn't done shady shit too in the name of something 'better'. ]

How...How long have you been lying if you just can't stop? In general, I mean.
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[personal profile] bloodbinds 2016-07-21 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
You did it to keep yourself safe. You work with people who die on a regular basis. Your world and time are shit.

[ And it still hurts that he lied. It still breaks some of the trust she had in him. Deacon's a bullshitter and she's known it, but to know the extent is still painful. She wants very much to trust him fully. He knows her secret. Some part of her, some very dark and beast-like part of her whispers that it'd be easier if she took that from him so he'd never know again. It would be easy.

She shoves that way, disgusted with herself at even thinking it. Ava rubs at her arm. ]


I'm still mad at you. Actually, I'm fucking pissed.

[ Not just at him but at herself. If she'd paid more attention, if she'd gone with her gut... She's put him in danger because she's believed he was more resilient. Stupid, so stupid. Ava opens her mouth to say something, rethinks it, and closes her mouth again. When she speaks, it's quieter. ]

But I don't...hate you or anything. [ She doesn't. ] I lied to you too. I'm lying to everyone. It's not like I can act holier-than-thou and pretend I haven't done the same thing.
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[personal profile] bloodbinds 2016-07-24 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
My hate list is reserved for real assholes, not people lying to keep themselves safe. You don't want to meet the people I hate.

[ And if she never has to see them again, then good riddance. She'd rather just have friends, acquaintances, and strangers than to continue to make enemies everywhere she goes. Ava manages a smile at his joke and even a little laugh, but it's lacking in all the ways she's laughed before. ]

Honestly, it sounds a whole lot more plausible than what I am, anyway, so that's totally fair.

[ She just doesn't want it to go further than that, or she'll need to figure out how to make him forget - and she doesn't want to go that far.

Ava swallows, fidgeting with her fingers. ]


Look, don't make it up to me. You don't need to. I just... I need you to be real with me, right here, right now. [ It's hard to ask for him to be honest, but she needs one thing answered, and one thing only. ] Back on the beach...were you bullshitting me when you said I'm not a freak?
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[personal profile] bloodbinds 2016-07-25 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ She doesn't go poking in his head. She doesn't need to. Ava wants to trust Deacon and him taking off his sunglasses to look her in the eye-- That means a lot to her. She wants to give him a chance.

Her shoulders slump, relief obvious. She's stopped trying to hide all of that from him months ago. After a moment, Ava sort of smiles at his joke. ]


I really, really don't know how vegans stand it. If you want to talk about freaks, there you go. They willingly want to restrict themselves. It's crazy. [ She gives him a grateful look. ] Thanks. I mean it. You're... I'm pissed at you, but you're still my friend, Deacon.

[ And that means he's not getting away with the initial point of contact tonight, a subject she brings back around. ]

What are you doing up, by the way? You look exhausted.

[ Without the shades, it's more obvious. ]
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[personal profile] bloodbinds 2016-07-28 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
I could've told you that. Read the Necronomicon a few years back. Scared the shit out of me. It's not something you want to read around here - especially with what's happened.

[ Ava lifts a single eyebrow and then, hesitantly, shakes her head. ]

I can command people to do things. I can't...command you to sleep. I don't think it works that way.

[ With a frown, she sighs. ]

I can...try to make you forget what's causing your nightmares.
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[personal profile] bloodbinds 2016-08-05 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that's kind of the downside. I try to focus on little things to remove but, yeah, you might just make a repeat mistake because of it. It's easier when it's a chunk of time taken out -- but I hate doing it.

[ It's hard still to talk about what she can do, the things she could do to really mess with someone. It's geared towards survival, sure, but that excuse only runs for so long. She fusses with her hands a little bit, a nervous habit even now. She tries to keep her fingers still. ]

So, what, you thought wandering the halls in the dark wouldn't make you think some creepy tentacle monster was after you?