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sixthiterationlogs2018-11-27 08:53 am
thegreatexperiment) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2018-11-27 08:53 am
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Don't dream too far... [CLOSED to DANNY]
WHO: Samantha Moon
WHERE: Danny's room at the dojo
WHEN: Big backdate to mid-October
OPEN TO: Danny Rand
WARNINGS: Talk of vampirism, Sam's inability to avoid f-bombs, and possible blood and/or nudity
WHERE: Danny's room at the dojo
WHEN: Big backdate to mid-October
OPEN TO: Danny Rand
WARNINGS: Talk of vampirism, Sam's inability to avoid f-bombs, and possible blood and/or nudity
Sam didn't sleep any more. She didn't allow herself the luxury. The cost was too high, especially when she was never sure if she'd have enough blood to wake up again. The last thing she wanted to do was lose control in a population like this. And while Liv's contributions were crucial, Sam knew better than to count on them. Anyone could disappear at any time. That was just the rule of living in a Skinner Box. But even if she didn't sleep, she allowed herself to doze. Normally, she wasn't very good at that. She couldn't relax. But there was something very, very different about lying on the floor of Danny's room, feeling the heat rise off of the surface of Danny's skin, right beside her.
She didn't exactly dream. But some part of her just...let go. A thousand different thoughts passed through her mind and she didn't let a single one linger. No fixating. No agonizing. She meandered through memories of her early days in Lake Forest. Her Bat Mitzvah. Laughing with Uncle Tom and Aunt Tina. Trips to the Art Institute. All pleasant, colorful memories. Blending and shifting like water colors.
It was better than a dream. It was all the good things.
Sunlight fell on her face, when she finally started to rouse herself. It was hard, at first, to remember that the sunlight was real and not another pleasant memory. She let out a soft groan of delight, stretching her legs like a cat. And then she rolled over, landing face-to-face with Danny.
A rush of pleasure from the night before flooded her body.
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"I had guessed as much." His fingers twisted through her hair as he shifted and pulled her so that her chin would rise and she'd be able to meet his gaze without dislodging from his side. Danny didn't want to let go of her just yet.
"I can't feel your heartbeat. I didn't know if it was in my head or not but I think I figured it out." And it hadn't stopped him.
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No point in stopping just yet.
"I remember lying on the floor of the room," she continued, speaking slowly, choosing her words carefully. "And this woman was standing over me. She said that she had a way to save me. I can still remember the exact, damn words she used: 'I can save your life. But it will come at a cost. You won't be human any more. You'll be like me, like the rest of us. You'll have to give up the things you love. There will be grave consequences. Do you understand?'"
Sam shook her head. "I mean...Consequences? Who the fuck gave a crap about consequences? I saw two options in front of me. Life and death. And I was a fucking teenager. Of course I wanted to live. I wasn't going to be some kind of cautionary tale about the recklessness of youth and the fragility of life. I wasn't going to have some memorial set up for me in the quad, where people could tsk and shake their heads and bemoan the fact that I was too young to die. I was too young to die. So I wouldn't. I refused."
She made her choice.
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Ever since he'd arrived in this strange village, he hadn't felt connected to it or the people here. The Dojo was an attempt at that but because of Sam he felt like he had something more. Trust… maybe? Danny didn't know what it was but he welcomed the feeling, even if it's a sad story. It's Sam and he wants to know even the unpleasant parts of her.
Danny felt a knot of tension tighten in his chest. "People have the tendency to do that, good or bad." He remembered the monks, the questions that he had for his masters, the lies. Danny didn't know if he'd ever truly get an answer but it felt like a betrayal. They had told him parts of it but they hadn't explained what it meant.
"No one wants to die." His arm tightened briefly and once again he kissed the top of her head. "That's how it was for me. I was ten and I didn't want to freeze to death in the snow. I hadn't understood anything back then." It felt like it was a reasonable reaction. Even now he remembered what it felt like. His limbs were slowly freezing. He found his dad in the snow, broken and unbreathing, he had never found his mom. All he could do was walk forward and eventually the monks found him.
"Do you regret it? Choosing to live, even as you are, means that you can change the world. I don't think that's a bad thing."
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For a moment, anyway.
Then she shook a few curls behind her shoulder and looked up again. "I don't regret being alive. Just some of the things that came with it. But being...what I am...is a package deal. You don't get to pick and choose."
She reached out, running her fingers through his hair. Absently at first. Then slower, with more purpose, as she realized what she was doing.
What was she doing?
"What about you?" she asked. "Do you have room for regret for the choices you made?"
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"No." It was very simple for Danny. "There is no time for regret."
There were things he had wished he knew, events he wished never happened but they were all out of his control. He didn't regret them because even if he had been there now, he couldn't have stopped that plan from crashing or save his mom and dad. He had to focus on what he could do now and the good he'd be doing once he rid the world of the Hand once and for all.
"That doesn't mean it's okay. I'm not happy with it but the monks used to tell me-" His voice cut as he inhaled a deep breath. "That in order to achieve peace, we have to let go of the past." It wasn't an easy process and it was something that Danny continued to struggle with but the lessons of the masters were never forgotten.
"You can't change what happened but you can move forward and protect the people you can about now. Become stronger and shape the world into the place that is better."
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An academic sort of thing to think about. But Sam was nothing if not a thinker.
A dweller.
An obsesser.
"Okay," she said, her fingers all tangled up in his hair, at this point. "So how should we shape this world?"
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A low hum rumbled through Danny's chest at the question.
"Don't know but it's why I've opened up the Dojo and offered to train people. Fighting is what I know." It's all he knows. "And it's what I do best. It's how I can contribute here."
Making life a little bit easier sounds like a good place to start.
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The fact of the matter was that Sam was a fighter.
She didn't exactly know it, but at the same time...
She fought for the truth. Fought for her life. Fought to retain her humanity. And fought against the very progenitors of both her own existence and the end of the world. And now she wanted to fight against the Overlords too. More than anything. Because of what they'd taken from her. Because she was so tired of being nothing but the Great Experiment, in one form or another.
"I want to fight."
Understatement of the century.
Wrap up soon?
"We should probably get up." He smiled and the look in his light green eyes suggested that he really didn't want to leave but the day was moving on without them.
He also didn't have food here which meant walking to the inn to get breakfast.
"When you're ready."
Yis!
Sam didn't exactly get a lot of moments like this.
When he broke the kiss--stupid humans with their stupid need to breathe!--she closed her eyes, allowing one last wave of...what had she decided it was? Desire? Desire. One last wave of desire wash over her. But even as it did, he said what she knew he had to say.
And she nodded.
"Yeah. I can slip out before your room mates are up," she said, figuring he didn't need them gossiping about him. Probably teasing him. She would have, if their positions were reversed, anyway. And possibly wonder about his sanity.
She pulled away, sitting up and gathering her hair into her hands, at the base of her skull, so she could tie it in a knot and tuck it under her kerchief. "For the record, Danny," she said as she worked. "Not to put pressure on or anything. But this was one of the best mornings I've had in a really, really long time."
Re: Yis!
He propped himself up on his elbows to watch her and then rose himself. He grabbed his robes and quickly slipped them on, waiting for Sam to finish with her hair.
When she was finished, he leaned forward and pressed another quick kiss against her forehead. "Then we should do it again." Danny smiled and gestured to the door. "Come on. We can walk to the inn together. I doubt either of them are up yet and I don't have food here." And Danny ate... a lot.