#vanillalottay

obviously not yours, asscock

a wound;

      It’s an impact that makes the bones beneath his flesh thrum like a bell. Everything seems to spark around them as the Jaeger nearly topples over from the force. Hands shooting out, he barely has time to catch himself as they lurch forward, head whipping around at the sound of a startled shout, and the sharp shards of glass pane falling to the ground in a fracture. 

      A sharp pain burning through his mind makes him recoil, a physical force sending him stumbling away from the panels— the connection is broken, he clutches at blood clumped strands of hair, digs his nails rough into his scalp as he tries to find his balance and make out what the fuck was happening. The abrupt stop had everything a blur, the throbbing in his skull making his brain rattle around his head like a fucking pinball. It hurts, it’s hard to focus, they constantly tell you not to break off without consent and he’s cursing before he knows it, stumbling forward almost blindly as he gropes mindlessly for his place. “Lottie ‘m gon’ fuckin’ kill you, jesus christ warn a guy next time-!”

      Silence passed, and he’d soon curse himself for not taking in the lack of retort sooner, the only thing that followed were shrill sirens from the failing machines, wounded and carnal noises from the injured beast knocking at the door and jack shit from his co-pilot. Which all things considered, Lottie being Lottie— it was a bad fucking sign, he was an idiot for not wondering closer why everything seemed so warm and wet and sick.

      Upon further inspection it seemed she’d went head first into the protective glass, and though not enough to break it completely was enough to damage both of them quite heavily— (at any other time he would have teased her, you really are thick skulled aren’tcha)- he was no doctor, but it didn’t look too good. Head wounds bleed, he knew they did, but the facts failed to keep the panic at bay as it started to rise, cold and heavy settling in his stomach as he reached out gently to touch her skin. His fingers pull away sticky, chilled, and he was nearly blinded by the sharp, intense need to fucking puke. Shit. Shit shit shit Shit shit SHIT.

      She was going to die if he didn’t do something. They were both going to fucking die if he didn’t— if he just fucking sat there. But the beast came knocking, the ground was shaking and everything was in pieces. It was amazing the hunk of scrap metal still stood, and it was a wonder for how much longer. There was no fucking way it’d work, they were both good as fucked—

      Startled out of his thoughts by a soft groan, Kori looked to see Lottie, still slumped over where she’d fallen, still a bloodied fucking wreck, pretty damn unconscious and reaching out. Reaching out as if she were trying to take back control, to start up the sync again and Kori, he was just….speechless. Just fucking speechless.

      Why was he wasting time wondering what he was supposed to be doing, when he already knew?

      With a deep breath he crouched beside her, fitting an arm under her legs and another at her shoulders and, doing his best to be gentle as he could lifted her. She whimpered in protest, and for some reason— some fucked reason, he found himself smiling. Muttering under his breath about how she was a lazy asshole, propping her up against the back wall and just staring, for a moment.  

     Staring for a moment, ignoring the protesting groans of caving metal, of shrieking outside their walls as he leaned forward on his heels, placing his hands on either side of her head and leaning in for a kiss. To her temple, at the edges of split skin and blood, it stained his mouth and made him cringe at the taste. Then he realized what he’s done, realizes he’d been kissing his stupid lesbian friend’s bloody ass head and he

laughed.

      Like it was the last time he might laugh in the world.

      There was more time to sit there, as he barely managed to catch her as the entire structure shook— thin sliced lines appeared on the glass, the monster’s were trying to claw their way in and Kori’s was not fucking having it that day.

       So he got up. Walked back over to the controls like it was any other day, placed his hands on both sections like they fit. Ignored the sparks that seem to shoot through his nerves, gritting his teeth against the pain and rolling his head to rest on his shoulder as he settled. Smothering the warmth of emeralds and sweet sweet cinnamon because he couldn’t afford to lose it, couldn’t afford to think of the before after because there was then. There was only then, and he needed to see to there being a later.

     It hurt. He was scared, and yet he still couldn’t help but think he’d rather be there than where she would be. 

{„„o shit

"Annoying piece of shit." 

....Okay. Clearly there was more to it than that?....Right?

my character gone insane and is after yours

When the light floods back into his vision, it’s a scene of a foggy dark and a trickle. That’s all that comes to his senses; the haze, and the sound of a light, erratic drop. 

It’s a few blinks of lead heavy eyes before his vision comes back into focus, until he realize he was staring dead straight before him— a world of smog and crystal reflecting an ever ending dark that meets his eyes, and he remembers where he is for what seems like an eternity. On his planet, sitting on his ass and zoning out like an asshole. Same as always, day in and day out but something’s different. There’s an ache in his bones, a chill racing through his veins and leaving frozen lakes in it’s wake. He realizes his heart’s beating just a little too fast, throat just a little too tight…what’s slick and coating his fingers, it’s warm and thick but he doesn’t want to look. 

Kori looks down. Notices the ground’s painted red, that his arms are splattered with blood and time stops. Brief, not long enough for his mind to stop reeling, for his thoughts to catch up to his body as he jerks back in a tangled mess of limbs, fingers pushing violently into the dirt as he tries to crawl away from the grotesque mess of crimson splatter. A weak stomach’s something he’s never had to worry about, but there’s a burning taste in his mouth that tells him he’s about two seconds away from dry heaving.

This isn’t his blood, and he doesn’t know whose it is. There’s a filter over his head, sealing tight whatever memories he’s trying to recover of the past— he doesn’t know. What’s the last thing that happened, who was the last person he fucking saw he doesn’t know. What

"Yo! Little man, what brought you around--"

happened

"Dickmunch?"

here

"...Kori...?"

Memories rattle his rib cage, seize at his heart and tear into him like a starved animal. Thoughts, sounds, feelings all collide in stars bursting behind his eyes and he seizes, legs kicking out and body toppling to the side. It’s a violent scramble to get as far away as possible, from the sight of pale pink stained red, bright eyes dimming and turning white burning into the back of his skull. 

A ghosting feeling of rage parts like the fog, guilt sorrow fear all flooding into the cracks, sending tremors through his body, leaving him gasping for air and fighting back the tears flooding hot to his eyes. The weight of himself is suddenly too heavy he collapses, face pressed to the dirt, choking back the scream that starts ripping itself from the depths of his chest. It’s raw, cracking a moment in before deflating into a defeated whine.

Then the silence comes.

"you're a complete moron." something huffs, echoing in the silence and drowned out by the sound of cries. frowning, she looks upon the figure curled into itself on the ground and shakes her head. "...fuckin' dickwad, don'tcha know that no one actually ever dies here? idiot..."

part of her feels that she should feeling a bit more angry, considering he just ripped her a good one-- fuckin' literally. maybe some sort of fear, or hell she might as well feel satisfied seeing him throw a shit fit over what he did. fucking good, you killed me you asshat. you should feel bad.

but all she feels is a kind of sadness. the kind that comes from watching your friend tear himself apart for something just a little out of his grasp, and being unaware that he didn't actually just kill her dead. like, dead dead.

{sex advisor kori and his lovely (and more than likely unwilling) assistant dr sexy! *jazz hands*