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Joel Kinnaman in Altered Carbon, episode 03
manmcde and @bellecosebabe? a match made in heaven
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Let’s go down memory lane
🌋- A memory about their first heartbreak
“Что с тобой не так?”
“Я не знаю с чего начать.”
Outcasts have a way of finding each other. A woman mixed among men –a master at her craft, never missing her mark. She starkly stood out in the encampment. Her ashen complexion contrasted with her long, black hair. It didn’t help that most of the men stared and heckled. Mostly she met them with indifferent silence, but occasionally her auburn eyes would meet them, threatening they’d be her next target. She had a way of making threats without actually articulating them. Something he always enjoyed observing.
His skills were proven and respected but he was still left on the outskirts of the social circles. Innately different from those around him, he recognised and had long accepted that they’d never understand each other. He was content alone.
He doesn’t even recall how it happened, only that they drifted together. They began to share meals and spare time, initially in silence. Perhaps it was because it was the only seat left. Or because they had no else. But eventually, that silence started to fill with conversation. He learnt that her father taught her to shoot. She learnt that he prefers hand-to-hand combat. Rigour eventually relaxed into mirth.
Her company became something that he desired. Charging into the front line, he found his foes falling around him before he even pulled the trigger – the moment he knew it wasn’t onesided. Instead of admitting that it meant something to him, he’d facetiously complain that she’s stealing his kills. It became a habit of hers.
It all escalated after their camp was ambushed – a narrow victory. He pulled her to the privacy of the unattended laundry pavilion. Though he was inexperienced, he allowed instinct to take the lead. With her, he felt everything he’s been denied.
That became their new habit. Unbreakable for months. Their final push was met with heavy and preemptive resistance. He charged, breaking their front lines as he was made to do. Totally enthralled by the fight, it took him time to notice how her bullets didn’t ring past his ears. But it took no time for him to notice her absence once they’d swept the area. Usually, she came from her nest to gloat. That was when he felt fear – not as guns and knives fire and swing at him – but in the void of her presence.
He wishes all he could remember was the high-pitched laugh that left her smile, the bony feel of her body, her intoxicating scent and the warmth of her breath. But he can’t. Not without seeing the way the bullet had collapsed her face, her bloodshot and vacant eyes, her shattered skull embedded into the tree behind her.
His legs gave in when he saw her, having to crawl to reach her body – staining his skin and uniform crimson. His hand traced what was left of her cheek, fingers running through her tangled and imbrued hair before scooping her into his arms.
“Мне жаль... Ты не должен был быть один.”
More Memories
🌈- A memory about when they first fell in love
🌋- A memory about their first heartbreak
🏠- A memory about their childhood home/where they used to live
📷- A memory that comes with a picture they have
💡- A memory that comes with an object or keepsake they have
🔪- A memory about a dangerous situation
🎈- A memory about a time they were safe and relaxed
📔- A memory from a journal/diary entry
📝- A memory of them getting to know/meeting my muse
🔗- A memory about their proposal/wedding
🐥- A memory about their children (past, present, or future)
👘- A memory associated with an article of clothing they have
⚔️- A memory about war
🌅- A memory associated with a certain location
🏚- A memory about exploration
🛤- A memory about traveling
🌠- A time they wished upon a falling star
🐕-A memory of teamwork
🐺- A memory about being alone
🌟- WILDCARD
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kovacs [altered carbon] | 1x02
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“ They won’t know that, “ Voice pitched more like a whine, and she would let out a soft groan, leaning her head against the door frame. Tracing the cracks of the dent in the wall, she let her frown further. She hadn’t the slightest clue as to how to convince him; hadn’t hired him because he was convince-able, and if she kept bribing him with meals he’d catch onto that soon enough.
“C’mon Aaron we can just stay home, where it’s warm and I won’t get frost bite.”
“It’s not even thirty feet to the car.” Her lazy excuses leave them in an impasse – a curious challenge of resolve. Truthfully, he’s only being so steadfast because being trapped in her home all day is the last way he wants to spend his day. But he assumes this is something akin to dragging a petulant child to school.
“... How do you make everything difficult?”
HEADCANON:// HYPOMANIA & INSOMNIA
Crude methods of genetic manipulation and editing had a major goal of increasing and prolonging periods of attention and energy, wanting to reduce fatigue and exhaustion in their subjects. While such results could have been achieved by drugs, they wanted a more permenant and reliable solution. However, their methods were anything but dependable that sometimes relied on trial and error – much of it based on theory as genetic research and understanding was still young.
The main target to increse energy was the AKT family, prodimently the AKT1 gene – primarily responsible for glucose metabolism, cell proloferation, transcription and migration. The NCAN gene was targeted for the grounded theory of its responsibility in neuronal growth, expecting improved cognition and attention. Results were highly promising as subjects grew into their altered genes. These outcomes skyrocketed with the inhibition of DICER1 ( responsibile for regulating the activity of ofther genes ).
It was intially considered a sucess with massively improved attention spans and endurance as desired. However, the influcence these genes have on manic symptoms were unknown at the time. Their manipulation resulted in a permanent state similar to hypomania ( a mild form of mania ). Surviving subjects displayed continous hyperactivity, restlessness, agitation, obsession and a total lack of sleep. With prolonged inactivity, this can rapidly esculate to violent mania ( Read more here ).
The insomnia was extreme. Despite their inability to sleep, performance significanly decreased and agitation quickly rose without it. It hadn’t taken away their need for sleep, only their ability. It had to be induced with sedatives to allow the subjects to rest and give reprive to their hyperactive state.
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loki:
@manmcde
While having a security guard she knew had no ties to her father was part a relief, there was also a learning curve when it came to trust. A week into their arrangement after Geralt had made the recommendation, Loki couldn’t be too surprised they were still ironing out the finer details.
“Are you sure you want to take me into work again?” she mused as she fixed another tea to take with her. Working in the same building as the police department had always been a reassurance to her, to the point she never questioned her safety there. Had he noticed something she hadn’t? That *was* his job, after all.
“That’s what you hired me for, isn’t it?” Trust in local authority was naive in his experience, akin to a child taking comfort in their bedtime stories – false promises of guardians that honour nobility over greed. But every pocket has a price and there’s always someone willing to pay.
“I am.” Sincerity follows sarcasm. A week isn’t enough time to gain insight into someone, especially not someone as cryptic as his new client – she’s been honest enough about her concerns and circumstances, but there’s still much left unsaid. While she might believe his concerns are ungrounded, he sees her trust as a blindspot. “If the situation is as bad as you say it is, better to be safe rather than sorry.”
" kiss? "
@bellecosebabe
For a moment, it’s as if he might fulfil her request. Eyes soft with consideration, glancing to her lips – craning his neck as he does. He’s close enough to feel her warmth, nose filling with her perfume. But then he stands straight – stretching out his back and tilting his neck from side to side. Never does he refuse an opportunity to tease her.
“Maybe you should invest in a stool.”
" PUT ON THE DAMN SUIT AARON. "
@bellecosebabe
“Why?” Eyes glance to the suit that hangs on the door – sharp, elegant and spotless. The same can’t be said for his jacket and jeans he’s decided to don instead. Weathered, threadbare in places, ripped in others but almost by design. Years of wear has made them comfortable and functional. The suit looks far too stiff. “–I’m not a part of the meeting. I’ll be in the back.”
mya:
↪ CONTINUED ! | ↪ @manmcde !
“There are just some things you don’t tell people, you know?” she asked, “Like, things you’re not proud of or stories you think seem crazy.” Mya wanted to talk. She had plenty to say, plenty to remember. It was impossible for a dragon soul to forget. Without a doubt, in a future life, she would remember this conversation, even though it might be just a tiny second in the grand scheme of time.
She wanted to cherish that second.
She wanted to be free of her past, she wanted to scream and cry and tell someone just how painful and lonely it felt to know she was the only one left of her kind in a world that was too changed to be her own. Mya stroked his cheek for a short moment, looking into his eyes. “You’ve been a good friend to me, Aaron, and that means a lot,” the woman reassured, “It’s just that…I’m not sure if I’m ready to open up to someone like that, to trust completely and be sure they won’t think me a sort of psycho. This isn’t the kind of story you tell over a drink and then have a “Haha! That was batshit crazy!” moment. It’s really, really, really fucked up.”
“I know.” Voice tinted with amusement, the corner of his mouth lifting in a twisted moment of humour. Unknowingly, she has described his silence – one of the few reasons for the intense secrecy he keeps his past in. Besides jeopardising his own safety and possibly hers, his story is one few would find believable. Trust doesn’t come easy, that he can appreciate – along with the necessity to leave certain matters in the dark.
The smirk fades quickly, hands folding over each other in thought. “...I’m not asking you to tell me. I’m here if you ever want to.” Each word is carefully chosen now – cautious not to compromise himself whilst trying to clue how his own past is stained.
But what did she consider psychotic? He doubts she has any story that could justify that title, not compared to the trail of ash that has settled behind him. “There’s not much you could say that could shock me... I’ve seen madness –” he’s been madness – "That’s not you.”
See, friends are overrated, ‘cause eventually someone will come along and shoot ‘em in the stack. You’re better off alone. Altered Carbon (2018-)
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Random headcanon meme!☃ : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one?
Aaron’s favourite season is Autumn, the balance between Summer and Winter. Passively, he enjoys the colour change – the deep burgundies, burnt oranges and bold reds that shade the trees and ground. It’s refreshing. The crisp air, the calm period of time as both humans and creatures settle for winter.
Summer is his least favourite season. Unaccustomed to heat, he finds temperatures above 25C (77F) rather unbearable. Heat makes him miserable.
how thicc dicc ;)
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