( open ) you cut me deep

[winscenario]

Who: James T. Kirk & you!
What: Finding out about his blood magic spell (blood telepathy) + Odin's compulsive honesty curse
When: Early/mid April
Where: Around
Rating: PG? Just a bit of blood but not expecting anything more.


I ▹ BLOOD MAGIC

Jim should have figured they wouldn't come back from that cave entirely unaffected. The last time he died he ended up with a soreness in his shoulder and down his side that has never quite vanished, sometimes even prickling and feeling a little numb, so when he actually can't sense anything different in him for days after they come back, it starts to feel like something is just strange or off.

It starts with vague dreams, at first; he can hear droplets fall, something dripping, dripping... it's not until the third night that he notices that the droplets are dark red, thick, pooling on the ground, spattering around. Then he begins to hear voices. Unintelligible words, and it's his voice reaching out, calling, the whispers and the sound of the falling blood drops growing louder and louder, almost deafening, until everything goes still and quiet and all he can hear is his own voice:

Listen to me.

He doesn't know what compels him to try this in the morning, but he does: he goes out to the field at the farm, and he takes out a sharp knife and nicks himself on the finger with it. There's a prickle of pain and he hisses, but instead of focusing on that, he closes his eyes and thinks of a specific person, someone he knows, and reaches out with his mind.

The message is short. A test, just to see if it really does what he thinks it should or not. Somewhere in the city, someone should be getting Jim's voice ringing in their head...

This is Jim Kirk. I'm at the farmland in Sigyn's district. If you can hear this message, please come meet me here.

II ▹ COMPELLED TRUTHS

Like many others, Jim doesn't escape Odin's curse. He's not a secretive person by nature, however, nor does he tend to lie, so he doesn't worry much that he might say something he doesn't want to. However, depending on what hour of the day someone runs into him, he may be feeling less or more frustrated with the curse that compels him to speak the truth, even when unasked or unprompted.

On the other hand, he might instead run into someone else who's affected. He won't use that to his own personal gain, though he might tease just a bit if he's comfortable with the person... But he won't be mean, really.

((ooc: for this prompt, basically feel free to write up your own starter as you think might best suit the compelled truth curse! I'm open to anything at all.))

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[madcuriosity]

Much stranger things happen in Asgard, to be sure. She blinked at his hands behind his back and tilted her head. Was he hiding something? Was it a surprise? Her curiosity, ever a dangerous thing to engage, started to rise. But she looked back up to his face and smiled.

"Perhaps I can find some way to turn into a bird and get to you quickly, then."

[winscenario]

Jim smiled, letting at least his good hand show so that she wouldn't be so curious about it. He just didn't want to worry her about such a small cut, he'd just clean it up and wrap it as soon as he made it to the cottage.

"Oh? Is that part of your abilities?" Now, that sounded both cute and useful.

[madcuriosity]

"Well... not... yet, I'm honestly not sure if I could. I can give myself wings but I can't fly with them." She held out her arms and indeed, they turned into bright and human-sized bluebird wings, but then she let them turn back into human ones, a couple of feathers falling to the ground.

"I can mimic animal parts but I can't seem to turn completely into an animal. But if I can start turning into animal parts, I should eventually be able to turn into one completely, don't you think?"

[winscenario]

Jim had to let out a gasp of surprise at that, but then he smiled wide, picking up one of the feathers. He was distracted enough that he didn't realize he was showing his injured hand wrapped up in a cloth.

"That's amazing," he beamed at her. "I can do a few small things, but nothing as amazing as that. And yes, I think you might be able to turn into an animal one day." Maybe he shouldn't be encouraging a little girl to be turning into a bird, but that was a cool as hell power, so.

[madcuriosity]

Alice saw the bloody cloth and her eyes widened, she reached out and grabbed his wrist. The comments about her powers were forgotten for the moment, concern taking over.

"Captain, what happened to your hand?" she looked up at him, worried. "How did you get hurt? We should go inside and tend to it before anything happens."

[winscenario]

"Oh," he looked down at his hand, clutching a little tighter to the cloth so she couldn't see much of the blood. A little too late now, though, as she clearly had seen it.

"No, it's nothing. I just cut myself while I was working at the barn," he lied. He didn't want her to worry about what he needed to do to make that power work. Still, he nodded at her suggestion. "Alright, I'll patch it up. But I promise you, it's just a small cut. It's nothing bad."

[madcuriosity]

"We should still go inside to wrap it up!" she pulled on his wrist again. "Would you let a cut I had just stay wide open? No, of course not. Thor, Scotty, let's go boys!"

Both dogs barked and Alice gave another tug on Jim's hand to get him moving. "You really should be more careful, all of your and Peter's fancy medicine machines here."

[winscenario]

Jim's eyes widened a little as she tugged him towards the house, and he followed without argument. She was right anyway, he wouldn't let any kind of injury on her go untreated, no matter how small. And really, he should at least clean up his hand.

"I'm sorry," he offered with a smile, his hand shifting so he could hold onto hers. "I wasn't very careful, you're right. But I'm sure it will heal just fine, especially if you're going to take care of me."

[madcuriosity]

"Well, why wouldn't I take care of you? You take care of me. You take care of the people you care for," she wasn't sure if the Captain thought of her as family, probably not, a friend perhaps? But she was so little. She wasn't really sure what he considered her despite his and Lady Mary's taking her in.

"I would never forgive myself if I didn't help you when I could."

[winscenario]

"That's true," he hummed. He wanted to say something along the lines that grown ups were supposed to take care of the younger ones, but he also didn't want to dismiss her concerns, or her capability. It was a small cut anyway, so he would help her along as she took care of it.

"We can fetch the first aid kit from the bathroom," he gestured to the door down the hallway, that led to the bathroom next to the room she was taking up. "Do you know where it is?"

[madcuriosity]

"I can find it, you should wash your hands while I go look!" she assured him before hurrying off down the hall. It was several minutes before she returned but indeed she did with the first aid kit in hand. She opened it up and paused, not quite used to such a modern-looking one. But she pulled out a bandage and moved somethings here and there before pulling out antiseptic wipes.

"Peter used these when I scraped my hands. Is this the right thing to use?" she held up the little package of the sealed wipes.

[winscenario]

Jim went to the kitchen himself, washing both hands on the sink, though he skipped on the soap. That'd just make things worse anyway. He made it back out to the living room and took a seat on the couch, using a cloth to dry his hand while avoiding the wound.

Once she settled next to him, he stretched out his hand, nodding at her. "Yes. Use one of those to clean the wound carefully. Then we just need to put a pad over it and bandage it."

[madcuriosity]

Alice did as instructed, trying to be as careful as she can as she recalled how the wipe had hurt when Peter had used it. She paused just above the wound and bit her lip.

"Oh ah, this might hurt just a little," she then pressed down on the wound with the wipe, not too hard, she hoped.

[winscenario]

Jim smiled a little at that pause, nodding. "It's alright, I can handle it," he said. There was a bit of sting but nothing he couldn't easily bite back, sucking on the inside of his cheek and digging his teeth into it so he could keep himself distracted. He barely let out a soft little hum at the hint of pain, but it was far from the worst he'd felt, and he could easily manage it without worrying Alice overmuch.

"Alright, that's good," he said once she was one, reaching for a tube of ointment. "We'll dab a bit of this now, it'll help the wound heal faster. Use the wipe to spread it out," he said, putting some ointment on the wound and then waiting for her to do as instructed.

[madcuriosity]

Alice continued to follow his instructions and put the ointment on the wipe and began spreading it on the cut before putting it all aside to wrap it up with the bandage and pad. When it was all done, she lifted his hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of his wrist.

"There, now it will heal very quickly!" because even Victorian-era children got to have it 'kissed all better.'

[winscenario]

Jim watched quietly while Alice bandaged his cut. She seemed to know what she was doing, which was pretty impressive, so he didn't interrupt her. When she lifted his hand and kissed it, he let out a chuckle, cupping her cheek and leaning in for a quick forehead kiss.

"I feel better already. Thank you, sweetheart," he smiled. "Now, how about we go bake some cookies? I've learned a fun new recipe."

[madcuriosity]

She smiled when he kissed her forehead and then brightened up considerably at learning some new cooking recipes.

"Ah yes, what kind! Do we get to use sprinkles?" ever since Alice had been introduced to the little things, she wanted them on EVERYTHING sweet, even if they had no place.

[winscenario]

"Tell you what," he said, as he got to his feet and reached out to take her hand. "We'll do frosting with sprinkles on the cookies, and milkshakes with sprinkles too. How does that sound?"

[madcuriosity]

She took his hand eagerly, jumping off the seat. "Splendid! It sounds absolutely splendid! I wish we could put sprinkles on everything! They make everything so pretty!"

[winscenario]

"We can't put it on everything," he said with a laugh. "It would be a little weird to put it on your soup or your vegetables. But we can always keep some sprinkles around, if you like them. We can add a little to your desserts and your milk. But you have to be a good girl, alright?"

[madcuriosity]

"You can put sprinkles in milk!" You are BLOWING HER MIND, Jim! "I never even thought to put them in my drink! That's a splendid idea!... Maybe not my tea, though," because she's very particular about her tea.