josh "elixir" foley (
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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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I just need to know that if I go up to that door, it's going to open.
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Hun, I know the space doesn't look familiar, but I've sort of overhauled my bedroom for you, hun. As ever, every bio-lock in the place is coded to open for you. And I've told it to obey any command you give to the systems.
[While he doesn't do Tony's level of AI, mostly out of lack of trust, it is a pretty effective smart home.]
If you'd prefer, I could ask Luther and Judd over to help me transfer you to your own home. We've kept it nice.
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[ he also doesn't want to be alone. not like that. not again. ]
I just... need to know that the doors open. And I can go out them. Even if I'm stuck in bed right now.
I know, that's stupid.
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[Too much like the chains that bound him to the rock. That had been a brief period of time. For Josh it had been... so much more. So much worse.]
You know you always have free range of my home, Josh. Even... even after the decisions we made, right or wrong.
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he doesn't want to think too hard about that, either. how stupid he must look to david, leaning all over him. desperate for any kind of physical touch. pathetic. ]
I know.
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I... love you, Josh. And I'm here to take care of you. As long as you need.
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[ that was what had broken them apart, wasn't it? david needing a break, josh being incapable of giving himself one. ]
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I don't want a break. I want to take care of the man I still love, no matter what I am to him.
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You say that now.
[ it's a weak attempt at a joke. he loves david. but they don't work. they proved that before, didn't they? ]
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[He tucks Josh's too long hair behind his ear and resolves to get that washed and trimmed.]
Nothing ached more than losing you. I'm not whole without you and Laurie. I made a mistake. The biggest one of my life. And I'll spend the rest of mine trying to make it up to you in whatever way you let me.
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but the last man he loved apparently lured him into a trap. the one before that - this one - had broken his heart. and josh had broken his. ]
... talk to me again about it when me being back isn't so new.
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Of course. And you know I'll listen if you tell me to fuck off. But, for now...
[Have a soft kiss to the forehead.]
I think you might be well enough for some guests, if you want. There are people who would love to see you. Is that okay?
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Can I rest a little longer?
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[As ever, she had freedom of his home. Everyone else, well, he can probably talk out of leaving Josh alone.]
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[He chuckles and shakes his head.]
She'll probably be around at some time.
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[ eventually. neither of them are great at dealing with things like this. josh is quiet for a moment. ]
David?
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Yeah?
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... Can you lay with me for a while?
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As long as you need.
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then there's a shuddering breath. ]
The worst part [ his fingers curl in david's shirt. ] was not being able to feel you... Not knowing if you were okay.
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Physically I was always okay. Though I may be doing a bit better with my training with Judd than I had been.
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[ his hands clench tighter. ]
I didn't know if they just took me to make a point, or if they were going to destroy all of you without me.
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[And david doesn't dare pry into systems too close to Tony, let he be noticed.]
Did... anyone say why?
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The kids.
[ its a bad time for i told you sos but he can't help it. he told them. and he was the one who got hurt. he presses his face into david's shoulder. ]
They saw it as an act of aggression... kidnapping kids. Building an army.
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