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asgardchrysalis2020-04-15 11:59 pm
winscenario) wrote in asgardchrysalis2020-04-15 11:59 pm
( open ) you cut me deep
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
II ▹ COMPELLED TRUTHS
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.
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.))
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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He tips his head at John, chuckling. "I thought that just telling you that I'm not bothered by whatever you say would be enough for you to believe me. You mean I have to prove it to you? You think I'd lie?"
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"I think that you are a kind man," John replies, rolling his eyes to the sky as he feels the tug of the compulsion answering for him. Oh dear lord, there it goes. "But would a kind man lie in the effort to protect those he cared for? Speaking from experience, yes, as a matter of fact, I know he would. So to say that you know for a fact that whatever I may have to say would not bother you is itself a lie, my friend. And it is a risk I would not ordinarily choose to take."
He glances aside at Jim again, doing everything he can to keep himself in check.
"I spoke to you before of a Mr Fraser, from my home?" he begins. "The man who broke my arm when I was but a boy." He doesn't know whether Mary has shared this particular tale with Jim, but he's shared it with her, so in the effort of clarity, best out with it now, under the guise of honesty. "I would tell you that we met again, he and I. Ten years later, when I had come to serve as warden as Ardsmuir prison and he a man there under my care. Of course I recognized him from our previous encounter, and I -- wanted to hate him, I think I did at first. But the other men there, they saw him as a leader of sorts, and in the effort of goodwill I was bound to make peace with him. We grew to like each other, and became friends, in time."
Jim probably knows where this is going but he pauses to be certain that Jim is following along nevertheless before he continues on to add, "I fell in love."
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He's kept enough from John already, anyway, the least he owes him is some due honesty. For now he falls silent, watching John while he shares his story. And yes, he's right that the closer he gets to the end, the more Jim is sure that he knows where it's headed-- so the last confession doesn't surprise him in the least.
"Alright," he nods slowly. "Sounds complicated." With him being his prisoner, to begin with-- although Jim knows better than to think that's where the complications started and ended.
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"Indeed, it was," he agrees, glancing aside at the other man, grateful that he is at least giving him the benefit of the doubt, here.
"A great many things about the situation were complicated. But I valued our friendship above all else, and as such I tried my best not to do anything to compromise what tenuous grounds we found ourselves on."
John offers Jim a wistful smile, before letting out a heavy sigh. "Such things are never meant to be, however. Not for very long, of course. I -- made a mistake. A very small one, but it was enough. In the space of one breath, he discovered the truth of me. My sexuality, my desire for him. My perversion, as far as he saw it, devout Catholic that he was. Whatever relationship we had between the pair of us, complicated though it might have been, was in ruins."
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What he doesn't like is the fact that it sounds like John is preparing to draw a parallel there. Make some kind of connection between his relationship with Fraser, and his relationship with Jim himself, something that's bound to sit incredibly sourly on his stomach, so he holds a hand up between them.
"Hold on. John," he sighs, shaking his head. "First of all, I am sorry for what's happened between you and Fraser. To lose a friendship like that, and for those reasons, it... sounds terrible. Really. Secondly, I apologize ahead of time if I'm being presumptuous by assuming this is where you're headed, but if you're about to tell me that our friendship will be ruined when you inadvertently confess that you have feelings for me, I'm gonna have to stop you right there."
Yes, he's just gonna come out and say it in the open. He really hates beating around the bush, can you tell? "I care about you, John. I do. My feelings for you aren't as strong as they are for Mary, but you're important to me. I also need you to understand that me being with Mary wasn't a choice I made because she's a woman, and you're a man. That kind of thing holds absolutely no weight, for me. Men sleep with men, they live together, they have open, honest relationships where I'm from. So do women, for the record. One of my helmsmen is happily married to another man, and they have a beautiful daughter together. Human, alien, black, white, blue-- none of that matters. I get that that's a lot for you to wrap your head around, but I need you to understand that none of that holds absolutely any weight to me, and I am... used to it. People don't hide anymore, I don't hide. So, I just want to say that... I don't mind. At all. If there are feelings here, then that's fine. We're still friends. God, I do hope we're still friends, because you're a really important part of my life here, and I hope that the fact that I can't return those feelings the same way won't be enough to make you want to pull away from me."
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John doesn't honestly know what to feel about Jim's description of his world, truth be told. He's happy for these people, of course he is. That there should be such a place, where they do not have to live in the fear and violence he has known himself. But -- yes, there is a jealousy there too.
"That will never be my life, James," John says, meeting the other man's eyes sadly. "It never has, and it never will. Mr Fraser and I -- we made up, though it took us years in the process, and he still holds the balance of our relationship in his hands. That is not to say he is the only man I have ever fallen for, nor are you." He glances down at his hands, curled tightly around Gustav's leash, and the bright sapphire ring twinkling merrily back at him.
"But Hector died at Culloden," he continues, much to his chagrin, "and Stephan is a Landgrave and has the children to think of. And Percy..." His hands tighten at the mere memory of Perseverance. "Percy is on the run. Last I heard it was Italy. And if he returns to London I do suppose they will hang him for certain this time."
He heaves a deep sigh, settling into this particular bout of honesty, before glancing back at Jim. "So I suppose you might say it is a pattern, in my life. I don't think I ever expected much to come of our relations, though I am sorry they have had to come to an end. But I cannot simply switch off my affection for you, James. Are you certain that does not trouble you?"
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He smiles a little, actually glad for that bit of honesty, and he steps closer to John, standing in front of him. He reaches up to rest his hands on John's shoulders, and he steps in to give him a tight hug, pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek as he pulls away.
"I'm absolutely sure it doesn't bother me, I promise you," he assures him, cupping his face. "And for what it's worth? You're not home now. Whether you think of being here as a good thing or not, you can still make the most of it. So, you know, if you ever meet someone you like..." He shrugs, smiling at John. "There's absolutely no reason for you not to have a completely open relationship. No one is going to hunt you down for it here."
Yes, he does realize some fears are just more ingrained and not so easy to overcome, but he just wants John to understand that there is every opportunity for him to work on that, here. He's not home anymore, but he may as well see that as an opportunity for a new kind of life.
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"No," he replies, somewhat breathlessly, though in his defense, he has a right. "I don't suppose that anyone will. Not in this place. Although the other party will have to be agreeable in the matter."
He raises his eyebrows at the other man. "Wherein lies the rub."
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Jim chuckles, shrugging. "I think you may be surprised by how many guys are into guys, around here." Not that he's going to tell John how he also slept with Klaus. He doesn't think he'd be John's type, anyway. "I'm not telling you to fling yourself at the first pretty man you'll see. Just that... if it happens, and you meet someone nice that you like and that likes you back, just go for it. Screw reason, do what you want."
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"Oh, well. That's a relief then, Captain. I think we both understand that pretty men are hardly to my taste, after all." He flashes a smirk at the other man, perfectly content to leave his flirtation there, although the honesty curse of course compels him to elaborate, "Give me a handsome challenge to any pretty macaroni that should fall into my lap. Should we discover ourselves near I have always found there is much more pleasure in the chase."
The words are out of his mouth before he realizes just exactly what he's said, and it's perhaps far more forward a thought than he would ever admit, certainly without a drink. John cannot help but raise a hand to cover his mouth after the fact, uttering out a soft, "Jesus."
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"John!" He gasps, then laughs, far from chiding him. He knows John can't help it, after all. He covers his own mouth, though in his case it's more of an attempt to cover up the flushed color spreading across his cheeks.
"Please, tell me what you really think," he laughs, teasing him. "I'm kidding, by the way. I think that was plenty honesty to last us for a while, don't you?"
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"It relieves me to hear your laugh again, my friend," he replies, which is again another bout of honesty but this one he will take. "Even if it is at my expense."
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"Hey, I'm laughing with you, not at you," he chuckles, swatting a hand lightly at John's arm. "But see, I told you I wouldn't be upset. You're my friend and you're important to me, John, nothing's ever gonna change that."