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Hey, why do I feel this way?
I can't remember -
Hey, I'm ticking the time away
On anesthesia.
Hey, why do I feel this way?
I can't remember why I forgot my way
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And I don't know what I could have
I don't know what I could have done
And I've seen you through the glasses
Passing by like all my chances
Goodbye to all my chances
Goodbye to all my chances, yeah
I doubt my way, I doubt my mind
I doubt myself a thousand times
But on the other hand I guess it's all up to you
But on the other hand it's up to you
Ivan is noise and fire.
Heat.
The drifting feathers of a fallen phoenix, feral in the ashes as his blades kick at the dirt and send him spiraling forward. His cry is inhuman, body wrapped around the nearest officer as the riot rages around him.
Fingers flex - they’re claws.
Tearing into fabric and flesh - his throat feels so nice under the pressure of his bite. Hackles and fur and spit, twisting away as he’s beaten away
paws crawling back against the metal with the blowback. His pupils are slatted and alive, fluid with molten gold and the madness of a complex falling apart. Utulek is for the animals, they said.
So let us be animals, he said.
Spine curved matte black and shining gold, Ivan folds under the smoke and beats through the fire - menacing in his approach. The riot shield breaks. The heavy plastic scatters past him. Scrapes against his cheeks.
The molotov sobs, spilling heat over his bruised knuckles. The joints creak. He can’t feel it.
Let us be dogs, he said. Let us have teeth, he said. So let us be animals, he howled.
His psyche assessment had deemed him unstable but progressing. His parents had been so proud. Now his head is noise, the paperwork would shred under just his gaze and feather apart into the chaos as a lost cause. lost cause.
careless.
complete.
Let us be animals, he whispers.
Lips pressed to the bloodied cheek of a scared man that had been beating a woman an hour before. At the jaws of a wolf - do you find fear? who is the predator here?
WIP im working on. a thing. this is bare bones w/o any depth/character intimacy added
“I once called you brother,” he says as he picks Ivan up and immediately drops him into the tile again, “But you are just a dog.”
His limbs tremble as he’s pulled up from the floor, held high by his throat - blood stringing from his lips as he coughs and struggles to swallow. Adam is regaining his footing and his awareness, still recovering from his own attack by Viktor. He had been able to at least take several hits from the monstrous man - he’s terrified at Ivan’s state after only two.
“This is your fault,” Viktor looks towards Adam, “His death is blood on your -“
Viktor cries out in pain as a loud click fills the air, Ivan dropped unceremoniously to the floor as fingers come up to scrape across the circular object that’s attached itself to his face. The bomb twitters loudly, a short countdown flashing brightly across the outside screen.
“You forget dog with filed teeth still bite,” Ivan wheezes, knowing that he’ll become the target again in one moment, “so I bite.” The modified bomb has anchored itself deep with activation, sealing Vik’s fate.
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i was thinking about like premission/character dialogue and wanted to just write Ivan because he’s a comfort character. totally unedited. dont care. wish he woulda had a bigger part in game like they prolly planned.
“Ah,” Adam glances up to see familiar eyes peering down at him from the small window above the warehouse door, mussed hair peeking out from under the yellow hood, “didn’t think you would come, was about to start packing up.”
The agent rolls his shoulders as Berk disappears, the soft thud signaling his landing. The door slides open with a metal groan to allow him in,“This is where you’ve been staying?”
“Where else?”
Ivan closes the bay door behind him, the yellow lights humming as they flicker softly with the motion. This is the first time Adam really gets to look at him. This is the first time that Adam thinks he’s acknowledged him as a person rather than a person of interest.
His eyes are softer in private.
It flitters in his chest. The wound on his cheek is crusted over now but it’s going to leave a rather hefty scar, though Ivan doesn’t seem too interested in taking care of it to prevent this.
Glancing up, he peers over at the pallets that Ivan has stacked up, several flat pillows and blankets tossed over it to create one of the most uncomfortable beds Adam think he’s ever seen.
“Why the change in heart?” He asks, eyes still trained on the bed, “Why offer to help?”
Ivan is silent
before sighing, pulling the hood from his head and running his fingers through his hair.
“I have a wife and family -“
A pained pause. Adam can audibly hear him swallow.
“I had a wife,” he says again, “when you give vows, you promise to protect. That does not end when you fuck up.” Adam doesn’t know how that feels, but he thinks he can imagine it. He looks over at him, he can see the pain in his face.
Written deeper than that future scar.
“Viktor fooled me,” Ivan’s voice is a little more bitter, “I want to make sure he fools no man else. I thought I was doing good.”
The hum of the light lingers between them.
“Now I am dead.”
Adam nods and crosses his arms over his chest, thinking for a moment as he pulls the shields back from his eyes. He then reaches up with one hand to rub them. “Same,” Ivan says after a moment, “You are tired too?”
His lips perk into a small smile.
“Yeah,” he says after a moment, “I understand. I think we can take Viktor down if we work together - I’ll make sure your family stays safe.”
“Are you all business?”
He says it playfully, Adam looks at him curiously.
“I believe you,” Ivan’s eyes ease, brows ghosting in distress, “But there is never any sure, they could be dead now, I do not know. Though it is worth try.” He takes a few small steps towards his corner crammed bed, pausing to look over his shoulder at Adam, “Meet me at Red Queen tomorrow midnight - we work on finding out if Viktor is still in Golem. We both have ways, yes?”
“Alright,” Adam doesn’t press the questions he has, already able to tell that Ivan is the flighty type - and he definitely doesn’t want him to run, “Will you be alright here?”
Ivan smiles, waving him off.
“I have to be. Do not worry. I will be there one way or other.”
Why are you trying
To fit in a box that nobody opens
Just sittin’ on a shelf
All black and white
Your colors and your shapes
Are golden
You’re golden child
Why are you trying
To fit in a box that nobody opens
Your colors and your shapes
Are golden
You’re golden child
Keep swimming on, pushing for, picking up what you think will
Make you better
Make them want you
But what about all of the beautiful sights you’re missing
When you’re looking
What's ahead instead of what’s around
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@ameasureofpower - i sat down and this came out. i have another larger unsettling piece im still working on but thanks for letting me heckle simon
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Ivan inhales sharply and holds his breath at the fingers wrapped around his wrist. He licks his lips. His legs are steady, eyes trained at the snare and
his eyes - wrong.
but now he can’t look away.
“I ask again for your cooperation.”
Simons squeezes a noise of out him, fingers flexing awkwardly as the joints are put under pressure. It boils up behind Ivan’s ears. His eyes flicker with alerts, he attempts to ignore them. His knees tremble just a little.
Just a little
bit harder now - Simons drags Ivan closer and his jaw is getting hotter the harder he clenches his teeth.
Something snaps, whines. The pain sensors in his arm fire off to his head and he can’t help the yelp that finally pierces through his throat, a firm jerk back on the wrist being held following. It only succeeds in another crack and
it panics him, eyes flickering away from Simon as snarls at himself - reaching up with his free hand to claw at the seaming holding his captured arm to his shoulder. Simons doesn’t stop him, watching Ivan Berk claw (painfully) at the ports that snap sharply off.
The arm gives way and he gasps in relief
before sobbing sharply in pain. The fluid pumps hard from the frayed tubing and wires - lubricant and tarry dirt stringing from the synthetic, open wound. His lips part in a snarl, grease smeared across his face as he glowers.
“I see.”
Ivan swallows hard, knowing that returning to Golem would result in trouble - but this? He’s in over his head. He should have told Adam where he was going, should have had Vac turn off the pain sensors before his pilgrimage - should have should have
could have
Simons steps forward and tosses the arm aside all in the same breath.
Ivan dips - using his front arm to propel himself forward, the Icarus dash whistling to life as he blows past the danger and scrambles up into the upper maze of the city.
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