Backdated to Friday, October 10 2008 Part 1
This is an incredibly wall-of-text, tl;dr log between Kage and Even that is rated PG-13 for language and mature subject matter. Yes, that's right, a Kageven log that isn't rated R. Look out your window, that would be the first horseman approaching now.
tl;dr summary: Kage and Even discuss death, crime, mortality and the nature of the ship. It's really emo and not cheerful in the least.
It's time to rethink every fact that is imaginable / Survival instinct dwells in a past that is uninhabitable / Time seeps into our skin, age indicates how long we've been lost in space / I keep putting expression-less upon my face. (Sage Francis, 'Runaways')
Even was on the balcony, seated up against the side of the balustrade and wrapped in a blanket. It was quiet there, and the wide open expanse of the ocean was a small comfort after the confines of the cell.
He lit a cigarette, looking up when the door opened.
Kage pushed the door open and glanced out, then down, rubbing sleep from one eye.
“The fuck you doing out here, sweetheart?” Kage said, stepping out and sliding the door closed behind himself. The ocean was calm, flat, placid and unchanging, and Kage spared it only a brief glance before settling down beside the other man.
Even moved his boot enough to touch Kage’s and shifted his weight. Unconsciously, centering himself around the other man; reactions to his actions. He’s relaxed, between Kage and the ocean, some of the tension bleeding out of his muscles.
“S’close to outside as this boat fuckin’ gets.” He didn’t explain further than that, the need to find somewhere sunny, somewhere warm, somewhere open. Ranger had a hell of a time keeping him inside after they’d gotten out of Pollock. “S’warm, princess. Y’want a goddamn diagram?”
Kage breathed out a laugh and shifted again, closer this time so he could slide his arm around the other man’s shoulders. His hand draped down over Even’s chest, fingers spread out, relaxed.
“So warm you gotta wear the blanket I got you for the birdcage? You like jails that much?” His tone was light, but Kage glanced at Even from the corner of his eye. He was aware the other man had been a criminal on his home world, but they’d never really discussed particulars.
Even breathed out an amused breath, leaning against him. No bars between them and lust had been dampened for now. Touch and being touched, sun and open spaces, Kage between him and whatever threat might come next. It’s as close to peaceful as he ever gets.
“Jail’s a fucking jail. The one on this hellboat’s nicer than mosta the ones I’ve been in.”
“What’s jail like on your home world?” he asked, tilting his head in against Even’s hair. Long fucking hair, he’d ruefully called it, but it was something he liked about the other man. His fingers stroked up and down on Even’s chest absently, and below them water lapped against the hull.
“They feed you? Make you work?”
Even flicked ash over the edge of the balcony, turned his head to Kage’s. Enough to see him. “Food, yeah. Work if you played their goddamn games, played nice.”
"Sounds like jail, yeah," said Kage, meeting Even's gaze. Rich person's jail, noble's jail. Not the jail that people like Kage went to, but Even with his long hair and education-yeah, made sense he went to rich jail. Didn't make jail any easier, but it did make it different.
"What were you in for?"
"Which time?" Even asked, raising his eyebrows.
Kage breathed out another laugh, flashing a grin at Even.
"Repeat offender. Shoulda known this guy here couldn't behave. How many times were ya in, and what for? Traffic tickets, public drunkenness, whoring your sister around, what?" His tone is teasing, and Kage shifts his arm, encouraging Even to lean back on him. He liked the weight, the warmth, the feeling of Even's usually tense body languid and free.
Even leaned up against him, bent a leg to prop his arm against it, other leg pressed against Kage’s. Little points of touch. Needed things.
“Assault with a deadly weapon, battery, aggravated robbery, and two counts of murder one.” It sounded like he was reciting it from memory. He shrugged. “Some smaller stuff when I was a kid.”
Murder one? Aggra-what? Kage knew robbery, knew assault with a deadly weapon, knew battery, but the technical terms escaped him. It didn't matter, because it was more the way Even said it that made him smile. Shopping lists of offenses, of blood spilled, and chaos sown just meant a long and exciting career, stories to be told later when they were both stoned or sleepy. Kage leaned in to catch the blonde's earlobe with his teeth and plucked the cigarette away from Even with his other hand.
"Never liked to behave, did you? How long you spend in the cage?"
Kage’s teeth on his ear made him tilt his head, turn it to nip at the side of Kage’s neck. “Mosta my teenage years, four years ‘bout three years back.”
He brought the cigarette to his lips, inhaled, exhaled it into Even's ear. His voice was lower and he pushed his nose into the other man's hair.
"Four years for murder? Fuckin' huggybear world you come from, sweet one. Where I’m from they just chop your head off."
tl;dr summary: Kage and Even discuss death, crime, mortality and the nature of the ship. It's really emo and not cheerful in the least.
It's time to rethink every fact that is imaginable / Survival instinct dwells in a past that is uninhabitable / Time seeps into our skin, age indicates how long we've been lost in space / I keep putting expression-less upon my face. (Sage Francis, 'Runaways')
Even was on the balcony, seated up against the side of the balustrade and wrapped in a blanket. It was quiet there, and the wide open expanse of the ocean was a small comfort after the confines of the cell.
He lit a cigarette, looking up when the door opened.
Kage pushed the door open and glanced out, then down, rubbing sleep from one eye.
“The fuck you doing out here, sweetheart?” Kage said, stepping out and sliding the door closed behind himself. The ocean was calm, flat, placid and unchanging, and Kage spared it only a brief glance before settling down beside the other man.
Even moved his boot enough to touch Kage’s and shifted his weight. Unconsciously, centering himself around the other man; reactions to his actions. He’s relaxed, between Kage and the ocean, some of the tension bleeding out of his muscles.
“S’close to outside as this boat fuckin’ gets.” He didn’t explain further than that, the need to find somewhere sunny, somewhere warm, somewhere open. Ranger had a hell of a time keeping him inside after they’d gotten out of Pollock. “S’warm, princess. Y’want a goddamn diagram?”
Kage breathed out a laugh and shifted again, closer this time so he could slide his arm around the other man’s shoulders. His hand draped down over Even’s chest, fingers spread out, relaxed.
“So warm you gotta wear the blanket I got you for the birdcage? You like jails that much?” His tone was light, but Kage glanced at Even from the corner of his eye. He was aware the other man had been a criminal on his home world, but they’d never really discussed particulars.
Even breathed out an amused breath, leaning against him. No bars between them and lust had been dampened for now. Touch and being touched, sun and open spaces, Kage between him and whatever threat might come next. It’s as close to peaceful as he ever gets.
“Jail’s a fucking jail. The one on this hellboat’s nicer than mosta the ones I’ve been in.”
“What’s jail like on your home world?” he asked, tilting his head in against Even’s hair. Long fucking hair, he’d ruefully called it, but it was something he liked about the other man. His fingers stroked up and down on Even’s chest absently, and below them water lapped against the hull.
“They feed you? Make you work?”
Even flicked ash over the edge of the balcony, turned his head to Kage’s. Enough to see him. “Food, yeah. Work if you played their goddamn games, played nice.”
"Sounds like jail, yeah," said Kage, meeting Even's gaze. Rich person's jail, noble's jail. Not the jail that people like Kage went to, but Even with his long hair and education-yeah, made sense he went to rich jail. Didn't make jail any easier, but it did make it different.
"What were you in for?"
"Which time?" Even asked, raising his eyebrows.
Kage breathed out another laugh, flashing a grin at Even.
"Repeat offender. Shoulda known this guy here couldn't behave. How many times were ya in, and what for? Traffic tickets, public drunkenness, whoring your sister around, what?" His tone is teasing, and Kage shifts his arm, encouraging Even to lean back on him. He liked the weight, the warmth, the feeling of Even's usually tense body languid and free.
Even leaned up against him, bent a leg to prop his arm against it, other leg pressed against Kage’s. Little points of touch. Needed things.
“Assault with a deadly weapon, battery, aggravated robbery, and two counts of murder one.” It sounded like he was reciting it from memory. He shrugged. “Some smaller stuff when I was a kid.”
Murder one? Aggra-what? Kage knew robbery, knew assault with a deadly weapon, knew battery, but the technical terms escaped him. It didn't matter, because it was more the way Even said it that made him smile. Shopping lists of offenses, of blood spilled, and chaos sown just meant a long and exciting career, stories to be told later when they were both stoned or sleepy. Kage leaned in to catch the blonde's earlobe with his teeth and plucked the cigarette away from Even with his other hand.
"Never liked to behave, did you? How long you spend in the cage?"
Kage’s teeth on his ear made him tilt his head, turn it to nip at the side of Kage’s neck. “Mosta my teenage years, four years ‘bout three years back.”
He brought the cigarette to his lips, inhaled, exhaled it into Even's ear. His voice was lower and he pushed his nose into the other man's hair.
"Four years for murder? Fuckin' huggybear world you come from, sweet one. Where I’m from they just chop your head off."