#syxsonmi

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❓ + Yoga buddies! @syxkafka​

The work they do isn’t easy. It’s risky, dangerous; illegal.

They could plan for every foreseeable circumstance and there could still be any number of variables left unchecked, any number of possible ways things could go wrong. Deadly wrong. Usually, they managed to pull things off but inevitably there were situations when all hope seemed lost. Needless to say, when every member of the team looked to Sullivan as their last resort, the outcome seemed clear.

They were humped.

It wasn’t usual that Sullivan got called onto salvage missions. The Captain liked him safe and that usually meant staying on the Serenity where he was also out of the way, which was everyone’s preference for where he stayed. This time he’d been called into the fray as an extra set of eyes (certainly not an extra set of hands). The ‘scratch’ they’d found was foreign to all of them, something ancient, something possibly, hopefully valuable.

Before they made it back to the hold containing the loot, they’d ended up ducking into a room to investigate something else and the door had sealed behind them. Sullivan hadn’t really been paying much attention to what was going on up until that point and also after when the swearing began. The Captain was with them so, why bother? He’d take care of things; that’s what he did.

What Sullivan assumed had happened is, they realized they were stuck and no amount of Captain’s swearing, kicking and banging on the door could open it. So, Kafka probably said something like “Hey, don’t worry guys! I’ll just wiggle through this pipe and come getcha! LOL BRB!” Well, it had been an hour and Kafka hadn’t opened the door and he wasn’t answering anymore either. Something was wrong.

Sullivan watched in dismay as the arguing came to a roar. Neo had just spent twenty minutes trying and failing to make it into the duct. He just wasn’t quite narrow enough and despite the Captain’s compelling argument, there was no convincing him that the Doc could definitely reattach his arm if Jaewon pulled it off so he could fit inside. They were out of options.

It suddenly felt like there were too many eyes on him. And then, there were hands, the Captain’s hands and no amount of digging his feels into the floor was helping. “S-Sonmi...” he started, flinching when the Captain roared at him. Sonmi wasn’t even with them and how could he suggest she go instead of him? What kind of a spineless coward was he? Well, Sonmi loves climbing through ductwork so why should Sullivan deny her an adventure and hadn’t she been with them? He could’ve sworn she was?

A well aimed “Sully” from the Captain’s lips put the coward right where he wanted him. “Captain, I don’t know the way. I’ll get lost and you won’t be able to get me out. I’ll die in there and I’ll GET DIRTY...Captain!” Of course, Sullivan realized there didn’t seem to be any other option at the moment, despite his protesting. He was sure the others wanted their fate resting in his hands as little as he wanted it resting there. There was no choice. 

   Neo sat outside the mess hall Christmas party feeling tipsy. He’d gone in and had a few group shots, several beers, and then just borrowed a bottle of Whiskey for a few minutes before going out of the room once again to take a breather. He was a hard drinker on the best of days, his tolerance having grown to near impossible standards, and even then he was still pretty drunk. All he could think about was a cigarette, but he knew he’d get scalped if he tried to smoke on board, so he persisted, sitting by himself near the entrance to the mess hall. He could hear laughs, jokes, and jeers of other crew members and passengers alike falling out into the hallway behind him. He took another deep breath.

  He didn’t notice the other presence in the hallway for what was almost a rude amount of time, so once he looked up and his eyes found Sonmi he almost jumped, feet scrambling to get him standing upright. He wondered silently how she did that for a moment, his perspective of the room wobbling just a bit from the alcohol and how quickly he got up. He tried to smile but he knew it probably looked a little confused and wrong, his sobriety not allowing his mask of charm to be worn so easily. 

   He leaned back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he started to say hello before noticing her eyes flicker to something above his head and he stopped short, looking up as well. He let out a bit of a laugh at the sight of the mistletoe, looking back to Somni with something that resembled hesitant affection and stepped forward, planting a kiss on her forehead, his face slightly red with intoxication but his mentality still rather sober. If he were honest, every time he saw Somni the situation felt somewhat surreal, but now more than ever it felt like he was dreaming. He made the quick decision to go back to the party, turning to her to ask if wanted to go in with him but when he faced her direction she was already shuffling away quietly in that way that she did. 

AU: xerxes confessing his love to sonmiplaying: tetrodotoxin synthesizer no. 2 — gigap ( cover by kyaami ft. miki )

he feels like he’s flying upside down, a different high from the spices you get from valluria, all because he’s on the brink of blurting out his feelings. it’s odd, because he didn’t initially felt such things for the girl. at first it was calm relaxed, with him treating her like any other, and then she just popped out more and he’s grown soft for her.

no matter what others say, he couldn’t really care. he loved her, and he’s not yet sure how much—but he wanted to try it out. yes, he knew she’s so unhinged but he never really cared about that. perhaps they would not be hte best match, but he could try, right? and if it didn’t work out, it didn’t.

for now, he feels his heart bursting as he looked down at her, and once his usual daring and impulsive confessions stopped at the tip of his tongue. but all it took was another pause, before he did say it with sincerity and more care into his words than usual. “i love you.”

and it’s almost like he’s on adrenaline when he said it. it felt like he’s just won a war in that few, brief seconds. maybe it’s an exaggeration, but there’s definitely a different feeling when he confessed this time than the other times before.

tw: deathAU: robot xerxes and master sonmiplaying: rubber human— mili

he loved her so, so much. even if this ‘heart’ of his was not humane, that his veins were circuits, and flesh was metal—he had this capability to feel. and oh, how he felt so much for the young woman that he knew of as his master. even if he had resisted initially, despising the constraints, she was still there and in his eyes, so very kind.

and yes, perhaps it was his fault. and truly he did not mean it, because he’s willing to throw away her sad tears into a trashcan, to be there when no one else was around, become her everything if she needed it. wasn’t that what she had told him once? and perhaps that was the case long ago—

no. he could fix this, he could restart, undo, and love her unconditionally yet again. it could be done, he had hope for it. maybe, even become something else. a flower that could make her dessert a garden, a kitten that could purr for her when no voice could wake up her inside, or a human so much better than who he was.

because if he had been all those things, rather than what he was now, maybe she would be breathing, heart beating, skin rosier—alive. and perhaps, maybe if he had been human, but still had his feelings, that blow to the head of her’s wouldn’t be so fatal. and he probably shouldn’t have taken everything for granted, or felt anything like a normal robot.

“✆” for a MORNING wave. ↳ critter: up up up up↳ critter: out of my vents↳ critter: off you go

“✉” for a wave that WASN’T SENT.↳ critter: if only you wouldn’t remind me so much of bad things i might have been nicer to you

“☎” for a RUSHED wave. ↳ critter: GET OUTTA THERE

“⁇” for a DRUNK wave.↳ critter: shit fam↳ critter: y dont u↳ critter: lyk↳ critter: not do stupid shit?

the first sentence passes and jaewon already knows who this is and what this is going to be about, and whereas the last one made him nearly implode, this one is just understood as being soft. it helps that sonmi isn’t quite all there, can’t be after the trauma she’s been pinned under, so he allows himself a small smile for her declarations. even though he disagrees heavily.

@syxsonmi​

the crew of serenity has been planetside roaming around the festivities on sihnon for well over a day by the time harper comes across a little bird that she would have almost forgotten about in the excitement and absolute irresponsibility she has lived through for the past twenty-something hours. but the second her eyes fall upon the young female, her expression brightens with happiness and delight, and she makes her way over to sonmi with a few quick strides.

“mimi, my little bird,” she exclaims happily, and if not for the fact that her gaze is clear and her breath has long stopped smelling like alcohol - thank you mint flavoured pastries - one might still think that she is drunk. however, she’s had plenty of time to sober up, spending time with kinam just sitting on a bench at the side of the festivities and letting it all pass by them without much of a care in the world whatsoever.

“didn’t i tell you that next time we were planetside i’d take you out?” she beams a bright smile sonmi’s way, hands already reaching out to take hold of sonmi’s, and she happily starts pulling the younger girl along with her while stepping backwards. “well, today is the day of all days to do so, don’t you think so?” her eyes sparkle with excitement by now, and despite having her back turned to the masses, harper doesn’t run into anyone, careful steps guiding her backwards through the crowd.

“there is a wonderful little place i came across that sells the most amazing dresses. absolutely beautiful. and i know one that will look just about perfect on you.” she winks happily at the younger girl, before finally letting go of one hand so she can turn around and face the direction she’s headed in. “i’m sure i can convince the shopkeeper to do your make up too. let’s make a real princess out of you, then take you out to the ball. what do you say?”

not that there is much of a say for sonmi to be had, clearly, what with the way harper continues to pull her along in the direction of the clothing store, hell bent on the thought of getting sonmi a traditional new year dress to go with the festival.