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f20202020-09-09 07:07 am
goldtoxicity) wrote in f20202020-09-09 07:07 am
they built paradise
WHO: Joshua Foley and YOU!
WHERE: Krakoa
WHEN: ~2019 and back
WHAT: Backdated events! Before his kidnapping.
WARNINGS: nsfw here and there!
OPEN PROMPTS.
a diplomatic visit. ~ two years ago
[ this is a necessary evil. if they want to maintain their independence then they need to be non-threatening, or at least enough of an asset that allies are willing to let them be in exchange for a few favors.
no wonder scott summers lost his mind. his life is nothing but moving parts now. so little is stable and nothing feels certain - this empire is built on sand and the slightest rumble will make it fall. all of this has given him newfound respect for the mutants who had come before him, understanding them in a way he never could have back home... but still with the determination not to repeat their mistakes. if sacrifices are to be made, he intends for them to be his.
and it doesn't leave a lot of time for himself - not when he feels like he's promising parts of his soul to people, and sacrificing what's left to maintain the balance. he's tired twenty-four seven.
and it only worsens when someone docks at their harbor. he could leave this to the rest of the council, but he's always found it better to be the first one to greet a new arrival. lest they decide to try to turn the five into a four. ]
So glad you could make it, [ he says, hoping it sounds genuine. golden hands clasp the outstretched hand, his lips curved into a smile. ] Krakoa welcomes you.
beach day. ~ a year and a half ago
[ keeping krakoa running is a full time job. most of the population is too young to really care for themselves. joshua foley has gone from a largely irresponsible mess to - well, still a mess, but a mess with a ton of responsibilities. david's technology keeps him tapped into almost the entire population of the island and their health.
but sometimes? sometimes he needs none of that. he needs quiet.
the beaches are quiet during school hours. josh is sprawled out on the sand in a pair of black swim trunks, one arm folded behind his head, his eyes shut behind a pair of stylish sunglasses. when the shadow falls across his face he groans low and turns away. ]
Oh come on. I know nobody is dead or dying. [ he pushes the glasses up his face. ] Today is me time. Did we not establish this was me time?
stress. ~ a year ago
[ he doesn't remember what set him off. an article, maybe. something small to feed into growing paranoia. realizing that there's yet another person now on krakoa that shouldn't be. something small, something that he can't catch, and he knows there's no point in having that fight because they've had that fight and he can't justify it.
and so his office is in shambles. his fingers tangled in his hair, eyes clenched shut as he breathes hard. ]
Fuck!
[ he sinks slowly down the wall, gritting his teeth. he hears the door open. ]
Not the time!
WILDCARD.
[ hit me up at minimoffs @ plurk or shoot me a dm if you'd like to plan something specific or something off krakoa! ]
WHERE: Krakoa
WHEN: ~2019 and back
WHAT: Backdated events! Before his kidnapping.
WARNINGS: nsfw here and there!
OPEN PROMPTS.
a diplomatic visit. ~ two years ago
[ this is a necessary evil. if they want to maintain their independence then they need to be non-threatening, or at least enough of an asset that allies are willing to let them be in exchange for a few favors.
no wonder scott summers lost his mind. his life is nothing but moving parts now. so little is stable and nothing feels certain - this empire is built on sand and the slightest rumble will make it fall. all of this has given him newfound respect for the mutants who had come before him, understanding them in a way he never could have back home... but still with the determination not to repeat their mistakes. if sacrifices are to be made, he intends for them to be his.
and it doesn't leave a lot of time for himself - not when he feels like he's promising parts of his soul to people, and sacrificing what's left to maintain the balance. he's tired twenty-four seven.
and it only worsens when someone docks at their harbor. he could leave this to the rest of the council, but he's always found it better to be the first one to greet a new arrival. lest they decide to try to turn the five into a four. ]
So glad you could make it, [ he says, hoping it sounds genuine. golden hands clasp the outstretched hand, his lips curved into a smile. ] Krakoa welcomes you.
beach day. ~ a year and a half ago
[ keeping krakoa running is a full time job. most of the population is too young to really care for themselves. joshua foley has gone from a largely irresponsible mess to - well, still a mess, but a mess with a ton of responsibilities. david's technology keeps him tapped into almost the entire population of the island and their health.
but sometimes? sometimes he needs none of that. he needs quiet.
the beaches are quiet during school hours. josh is sprawled out on the sand in a pair of black swim trunks, one arm folded behind his head, his eyes shut behind a pair of stylish sunglasses. when the shadow falls across his face he groans low and turns away. ]
Oh come on. I know nobody is dead or dying. [ he pushes the glasses up his face. ] Today is me time. Did we not establish this was me time?
stress. ~ a year ago
[ he doesn't remember what set him off. an article, maybe. something small to feed into growing paranoia. realizing that there's yet another person now on krakoa that shouldn't be. something small, something that he can't catch, and he knows there's no point in having that fight because they've had that fight and he can't justify it.
and so his office is in shambles. his fingers tangled in his hair, eyes clenched shut as he breathes hard. ]
Fuck!
[ he sinks slowly down the wall, gritting his teeth. he hears the door open. ]
Not the time!
WILDCARD.
[ hit me up at minimoffs @ plurk or shoot me a dm if you'd like to plan something specific or something off krakoa! ]
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shit. shit. shit. shit. regret splashes over him like cold water, guilt overpowering whatever anger he feels. ]
N-no. [ he presses his face into his hands, sucking in a breath to try to calm himself down. ] No, no, just -
[ she knows him. she knows exactly how well he deals with things like this. no one knows better than laurie collins how poorly josh foley handles stress. ]
I'm sorry.
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Laurie shrugs, crossing her arms and leaning on his desk, now that she's managed to reach it. She looks down at him, still curled up on the floor. ]
Christ. [ But, okay, that decidedly does not help. ] I mean-- Don't worry about apologizing. It's not my office you trashed.
[ An attempt at levity probably isn't wholly helpful either. Fuck. ]
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he's no scott summers. he's no charles xavier. what the actual fuck was he thinking with this? ]
I mean I'm sorry for yelling. [ his eyes shut. hands falling away as his head hits the back of the desk with a solid thunk. ] These are just things.
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[ It's two things she knows, right? Josh and how completely people are ruled by emotion.
She hops up to sit on his desk, toeing her shoes off as she goes. She hitches her skirt up, too, for good measure, settling with her knees apart to leave room. ]
Get up. C'mere.
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he wants to hold her. and he wants to kiss her, show how much she means to him and how sorry he is he's gotten them into this situation. everything outside this room promises a good life, but in here, knowing the weight of the world is bearing down on them -
he's only seeing death. ]
You know I'm shitty company when I'm like this.
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[ She has to lean to grab a pinch of his shirt, tugging a bit lamely in an attempt to make him close the gap. ]
I can always adjust the mood. Or let you vent some frustration.
[ The usual problem-solving methods, right? Super-powers or sex. A lie or a distraction, and both of them bound to sting later when they wear off to reveal the empty space left by a sacrificed relationship.
Something like that, maybe less melodramatic. She's not a writer. ]
If you'd rather stew in it, though, I can leave you to it.
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[ he manages a lopsided smile, closing the gap and settling between her legs. one hand dropping to her back, the other brushing her hair back from her face. ]
I might be shitty company, but you never are.
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[ Not since she was a kid, anyway. Her prowess now doesn't erase the fact that she went through several roommates at school. That feels like it's eras away from here, though.
She reaches up to hook a finger in his collar, tugging him down gently. ]
So what do you want to do?
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[ his hands drop to her thighs, stroking along the smooth skin, nudging that skirt up a little higher. ]
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[ But she's used to it. Both Josh and David are prone to cheese, which remains even through the deterioration of most everything else. Veneer of humor, predictable and understandable and still cute.
She takes a deep breath at the touch, shifting her weight in a slightly squirmy way before leaning back onto her hands. ]
I won't penalize you for it or anything, though.
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he leans down to kiss her, grinning against her lips. ]
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She reaches down between them to work clumsily at his belt buckle, letting out a victorious "ha!" when she manages to undo it. ]
Are you-- Do you have anything else today?
[ How un-mussed does he have to be after this? ]
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[ its quite literally in the trash. he pets her thighs, letting his power radiate through her skin. ]
crossing into nsfw.
She starts to pull his shirt up, but stops in favor of just undoing his pants, smiling up at him as she tugs the waistband of his underwear down. She starts gently, taking him in-hand and slowly stroking while she asks: ]
What d'you think? What'll make it right for right now?