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@relicruined
- so you think justice has a voice and we all have a CHOICE?
indie, selective, && mutually exclusive nomad V from cd projekt red's cyberpunk 2077. low activity some days. mun is 30+, uses they/she pronouns, and does not interact with anyone under 21. low activity. crossover && "double" friendly. PERSONALS & MINORS DNI. loved by lucy.
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if anyone is still here from before, I will not be writing my female V here anymore. I have insane muse for Virgil, but not Valkyrie. This will now just be a single muse blog, for just Virgil.
Leave it to V to be stubborn as hell. They're alike in that way, he supposes. When Johnny was alive, you couldn't keep him down either so with a heavy sigh he follows after her.
He trails beside her, looking around at their surroundings. The coast is clear so far. It feels too quiet and it unsettles Johnny - it's never this quiet.
They reach the fire escape and Johnny glitches out, only re-appearing when they get to the roof. He moves forward, kneeling down beside a hole in the roof to look and see how far the drop is.
"Looks like a pretty good drop. You sure about this?"
V was so accustomed to Johnny glitching out and reappearing elsewhere that she didn't even acknowledge it when he reappeared next to her once she was on the roof. The roof itself was suspect - boards and steel groaning under her feet as she crouched down by the hole itself. She pressed her tongue to the back of her teeth, silent for a moment as her eyes scan what she could see from where she stood. She does, however, laugh lightly at Johnny's question. "No," she replied, tone amused. She's drawing her ( his ) gun once more, making sure it was loaded and ready, before bracing herself and jumping into the building. Her landing was less than graceful, highlighted by a grunted "shit" as her knees hit the ground. Her free hand catches herself from falling completely, but the bruises that was blossom on her knees by morning would remind her how much of a bad idea this had been. She gives herself a moment to recover before slowly drawing herself back up to stand, a twitch at the corner of her lips as the pain of cracking her knees against the floor washed over her; eyes now scanning the surroundings for the best route to try.
V looks like a fucking mess. He could certainly use a shower and Johnny has to admit, he's a little concerned for him. Maybe he should drag his ass to a shower himself.
"And I got it, didn't I?" He has freedom. He can do what he wants, when he wants. Just because he's stuck around doesn't mean a damn thing other than he cares about V.
It's been a long fucking time since he's cared about someone as much as he does the man before him. "If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't fuckin' be here. Unless you're trying to tell me something? Don't want me around?" He knows better than that but he wants V to realize how fucking ridiculous he sounds.
"Look. I was a shitty friend in the past but because of you, I''ve got a second chance. I sure as fuck ain't gonna abandon you."
V grunts, scrubbing a hand over his face as Johnny continued to speak. There's a huff deep in his throat, jaw taut as he's shaking his head before Johnny even finishes talking. But, he does let the other finish before he speaks, even if he looks ready to interject at any moment. "I know that-" V replied, trying to relax his jaw so that he didn't grit his teeth. He groans, eyes finding a spot on the bartop as his hands flex and unflex as he tries to articulate what was in his head. He was a fucking mess, and he knew it. "Look, Johnny - I don't know what fucking comes next. I don't know where to go, what to do. How to fix any of this shit, yea? With you in my head, there was always something next to do. A finish line to run towards. We've crossed that line, and it's behind us, and I don't know what do now. And I don't wanna drag you down with me if all it does is lead to a dead end. Imma keep walkin' it, cause no - I ain't fucking givin' up, but I don't know what's down there. If anything."
"Well, you don't need to keep pace with me. I'm gonna help Silverhand. We'll probably be a slow roll, too."
"I'm ready to run a marathon, don't know what the fuck you're talking about," Johnny remarked dryly, earning himself little more than a eyeroll from Vik. Not liking the guy much himself, he wouldn't engage with the banter, instead just looking down at their feet to get an idea of how this was going to work.
"All right, careful. We'll go through the alley gate to get to the street easier." Thus began to slow process of Vik walking Johnny out of the clinic and up the stairs, attempting to get him out toward where Delamain could find them.
V lets Vik and Johnny get a few paces ahead of her before she starts walking. It's not like she was going to be able to keep pace with them, anyway. At the very least, it's not like her legs were quite as out of practice as Johnny's -- she could get herself to Delamain, it would just take a minute. Her eyes follow the ripperdoc and former rocker for a moment as they make it to the gate, finally making her way after them. She takes her time, as impatient as she is to get home ( she'd rather take it slower than end up face down on the clinic floor ), using the wall and furniture for support before she was following the two out of the gate and into the alley. The stairs were rough, slower than she was before, but mercifully she didn't slip or fall. She can hear the tires of Delamain nearby, relief in her bones that the sentient cab was always prompt.
"Johnny shits on everything. Hard to say when he meant it or was just ribbing." Sometimes, anyway. Other times, it was abundantly clear he meant every syllable uttered from his tongue.
Kerry's eyes were still focused on the guitar, expression still relatively set or sullen. His mind was still lingering on other things, as noted by the song he'd decided to play for V in the first place. He seriously needed to get a fuckin' grip.
"But, let's hope you still like it once it's done. Ain't the usual screamin' Samurai shit, so guess I've got that on my side already. Johnny would probably hate it, too. Fuck 'im. He used to like some of the most god awful slop, so I sometimes don't know why I give a shit about his opinion." Because he was your best friend, you idiot.
"That he does - " V agreed with a grunt, shaking his head ever so slightly. "Couldn't even brush my teeth without Johnny bitchin' in my ear about something or another." But, god damn did V miss him. Losing Johnny was like having a hole carved out of the center of him, left empty and void. Albeit, he wasn't here to talk about himself or his problems. It was Kerry he was worried about. He's frowning, but the action was gone just as quickly as it came. He let his eyes linger on the guitar for a moment - over Kerry's fingers, skilled and learned from years of practice. He hums, adverting his eyes after a few moments. "His personality was definitely an acquired taste," he replies, moving his gaze back up to Kerry's. "I'm sure I'll like it once it's done. You'll play it for me before you release it, right? I gotta be the first to hear it."
could it still count as doing a good deed if the person said deed was meant for hadn't taken her up on the offer? rogue wan't quite sure, it wasn't the sort of thing which came up often in her life āā but phrases like it's the thought that counts had been created for a reason, and she was solid in the belief that what she'd offered up ( accepted or not ) would count for some sort of karmic thumbs up.
gaze unyielding, she would continue watching v with a great deal of possibly unnerving curiosity. searching for signs of differences in the young woman she'd known for a surprisingly short amount of time ... or perhaps it would have been more accurate to say she was looking for that same familiarity which had caught her eye since the moment they'd met. waiting ( hoping? praying? ) to catch a glimpse of something that felt like home.
āĀ the offer stands if you change your mind.Ā ā rogue would remark with a shrug, the rest of her own drink downed in one smooth motion.
āĀ not many know it, and god help you if you let the secret slip, but i'm a great listener ... well, i can look like a great listener, and sometimes that's all one really needs ; silence and a blank expression staring back.Ā ā
She's laughing softly under her breath, scratching at a spot on her forehead as she shakes her head slightly. Heavy is the head that wears the crown - sure, most people in Night City now knew her name after Smasher and Arasaka Tower, but what cost -? She'd lost Jackie. She'd lost Johnny - and, she wasn't even sure what she felt about it. Loss? Relief? It was like losing a limb, almost, losing Johnny - but, whether or not the limb was diseased or not remained to be seen. It was complicated, and she wasn't quite ready to dissect that. "Not really my thing," she finally replies, her eyes canting back to Rogue from where she had focused them on the table in front of her. "Talkin' about my feelings, that is. More of the let 'em simmer 'till I explode type, y'know?" She had been, since she was young. It had been a long time since anyone really cared enough to listen to her problems, anyway. Sure, Jackie did. ( But Jackie was gone, she reminds herself with a deep pang in her chest. ) And Misty - but, V wasn't always up for listening to everything about her life be picked apart into stereotypes.
he snapped out of his staring. he is well aware humans do not like it when another makes an eye contact. regulus turned to his book but then again what was on the strangerās computer intrigued yet concerned him. ā may i ask what is that you are researching?ā regulus spoke. these human eyes cannot see very far, though there was some lettering on thatĀ webpage that made him feel a little uneasy. regulus got up, he got his bag which housed the glowing blue cube. he scooted next to the stranger. Ā was this even alright to do? he was unsure. his two legs wobbled.
Almost involuntarily, there was a bark of a laugh that came from the man as the stranger moved seats to sit beside him to try and look at what V had open on his laptop. Thankfully, V knew better than to do anything stupid in public, so he had nothing on his screen to hide. But, it was the principal of the matter - "Bold one, ain't ya?" V asked with a small raise of his brow. He shakes his head with another amused huff before gesturing to the monitor with a hand. "Computer parts for a client. I build PCs."
a starter for @relicruined !
sitting down in a cafe, regulus had a drink and he looked out of the window. he was silent for a minute, he then glared at the stranger sitting across from him. he then turned his gaze away. ā sorry, i did not mean to stare at you for long..ā he speaks softly. regulus taps his fingers on the table, then he focuses on what he was reading.
He could almost feel the eyes on him - it takes him a few minutes to actually acknowledge it, gaze on the laptop screen in front of him. But, eventually, hazel gaze flickers up from his screen to the man across the long table that seemed to almost be studying him. There's a frown that twitched at the corner of his lips, especially as the other at least seemed self aware that he was STARING. V shifts a little where he sat, laying down his cooling cup of coffee - he didn't like scrutiny, made him feel uncomfortable, like he was sat under a microscope. "Yeah, I wouldn't make that much of a habit. People don't much like being ogled at."
no one enjoyed the experience of speaking only to themself when there was clearly someone else present āā and someone like rogue, more than used to commanding the attention of a room when the occasion called for it, liked it even less than most ... but she wasn't completley devoid of understanding, not where v was concerned.
with suddenly spoken words putting an end to her own ramblings ( meant only to fill the void of silence ) rogue would regard the younger with a look which somehow embodied pity and annoyance in perfect harmony, neither overtaking the other, but both as clear as day.
āĀ are you ... feeling something you'd like to talk about?Ā ā she would ask, an attempt to reach out and offer some form of comfort āā though coming from a woman who had, for many years, been a stranger to the act of providing a comforting presence in any way, an uncharacteristic level of self-doubt was present in ordinarily resolute tone.
There was a laugh that left her lungs when Rogue spoke, and she wasn't sure if she was laughing at herself or not. Because it was the absurdity of the fact that Rogue was asking that - that Rogue was asking if there was anything she wanted to talk about; offering an olive branch of allowing V to open up to her. ( If not, then who? ) She was silent for a long moment, soothing the pad of her finger over the condensation on the glass as something to distract both her mind and her hands. "C'mon, Rogue, don't give me that look," she mused, tipping her head to the side a little bit before shaking her head and taking a long sip of her drink to allow herself to feel the burn all the way down to her stomach before laying the glass down on the table nearby. "Do I wanna talk about it? No. Do you wanna hear about it? Also, no."
Where Does Your Anger Lurk ??
in your heart.
old grudges and stinging tears. the feeling of betrayed love aching, turning hollow like a decaying stump, rotting... a hole in your chest where love once resided.
in your fists.
holes in the drywall, no recollection of how it got there. coming down from a haze of red... there's blood on your palm, dripping from bruised knuckles. blinding rage. pulse quickens, mind goes furiously blank.
tagged by: @dreamrcven tagging: who ever wants to do it, this is your permission to say i tagged you
If only he were so sure of that. Any misstep and the fans were on his ass. They were almost annoying, if not for the fact that Kerry reveled in that attention. At least he could get at kind of attention from V for a little while. Way fuckin' better than sitting in silence and demotivating himself.
Picking himself up, Kerry went into the other room to grab one of the guitars from the wall. He picked out the one to need the least tuning. Strumming it once as he sat back down in his seat, he sighed out and began to turn the pegs.
"Obviously I've got that one I showed you before, when we were on Seamurai." Briefly, he'd play a bit from the song as a reminder, only to start to play another song.
"Got... one I'm not sure about adding. Think I might just save it for myself." He wasn't sure if he'd be able to react normally if anyone talked shit about it. Besides, maybe it was just best to keep some vent songs close to your chest.
The song, as bare bones as it was, did have some similarities with his other work. It was hard to get the full scope from a song still so bare bones, but it was clear that there was still that passion behind it. It wasn't bullshit, he was a sing made for himself far more than anyone else.
V situated himself more so on the couch when Kerry seemed to be willing to humor him and play him one of his new songs - leaning against the arm of the couch as he tucked one leg under himself. He reached for his drink once more, taking a few small sips before Kerry was settling himself back down on the couch and messing with the guitar. Honestly, V didn't know too much about guitars - other than what he learned through osmosis with Johnny. As a kid, a few guys in his pack played guitar. Albeit, back then, it wasn't a hobby V was encouraged to learn. His mother did teach him piano, but he hadn't even touched one in years and wasn't even sure if he could still play it. He watches Kerry tune it slightly, humming a bit as he tips his head and lets himself listen. He allows the music to linger, watching both Kerry's face and his fingers as he played. Once he was sure that Kerry was done, that was when he finally spoke, "That's the kinda shit I'd listen to - but, then again, Johnny kinda shit on my music taste cause I don't like that screaming shit, so what do I know? People who are worth a damn will chase the passion, not just the image."
oh iāll bury the hatchet all right. iāll bury it in your spine.
LIKE THIS for a starter based on putting my spotify on shuffle while i work up the motivation to write. specify muse or i'll pick
the ultimate collection of rivals-to-lovers drunken confessions dialogue prompts, featuring all the flavors. adjust phrasing as necessary.)Ā feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please donāt edit or add on to the original post <3 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips.
(get ready to drown in tension, longing, and messy emotional disaster (the good kind).)
MUTUAL DENIAL ā the āweāre not flirtingā pack
āweāre not a thing. weāre just... violently close.ā
āyou keep looking at me like that and iām gonna forget how much i āhateā you.ā
āthis isnāt sexual tension. this is rage. rage.ā
āwe are enemies. sworn rivals. so shut up and hold my hand.ā
āif we kiss, itās only to shut you up. not because i want to.ā
āwhat do you mean we look good together? take that back.ā
āyou think i like you? i tolerate you. barely.ā
āif you keep being sweet, iām gonna start liking you, and we canāt have that.ā
āweāre just partners. thatās it. stop smiling like that.ā
āstop being charming. itās making things complicated.ā
ONE-SIDED SPIRALING ā the ātheyāll never knowā collection
āthey smiled at me and i blacked out. itās fine. iām fine.ā
ātheyāll never like me like that. but god, if they ever didā¦ā
āthey called me their favorite. i will be crying about that until further notice.ā
āthey donāt even know how soft i get around them.ā
āi love them. iāve never said it. but i do. it hurts.ā
āwatching them flirt with someone else is my 13th reason.ā
āthey donāt see it. the way i look at them. maybe thatās for the best.ā
āiād never say it out loud, but they feel like home.ā
āi want them to choose me. just once.ā
āiād burn the world if they asked. and they donāt even know.ā
TRAPPED TOGETHER ā ātwo enemies, one small spaceā edition
ādonāt talk to me.ā āthen stop looking at me like you want to kiss me.ā
āweāre stuck here. the least you can do is stop being so hot.ā
āweāre going to die in here and my last thought will be about how nice your stupid eyes are.ā
āi still hate you. but i also kinda want to hold you. weird.ā
āyouāre warm. donāt get ideas.ā
āitās not cuddling. itās survival.ā
āif you mention this moment to anyone, i will kill you.ā
āi never noticed how soft you are when youāre not yelling.ā
ādo you always smell this good?ā
āshut up.ā āmake me.ā ā...donāt tempt me.ā
FAKE DATING ā ābut the feelings are realā edition
āthis was supposed to be fake. you werenāt supposed to look at me like that.ā
āwe only have to pretend in public. so why did you hold my hand when no one was watching?ā
āstop acting like you care. youāre gonna make me believe it.ā
āi think i forgot how to pretend.ā
āeveryone believes weāre in love. i think iām starting to believe it too.ā
āitās not real, right? none of this is realā¦ right?ā
āyou kissed me for the bit. iām the one who made it weird.ā
āit was supposed to be fake. until i started wishing it wasnāt.ā
āyou smiled like you meant it. tell me iām wrong.ā
āyouāre my favorite lie.ā
BONUS: VULNERABLE & UNHINGED (aka āoops iām in loveā)
āi donāt want to hate you anymore.ā
āyouāve ruined everyone else for me.ā
āi said iād never fall for someone like you. i lied.ā
āi hate how much i care.ā
āif you asked, iād drop everything.ā
āiāve loved you since the second time we argued. i think you did too.ā
āloving you is the worst idea iāve ever had.ā
āi donāt care if itās messy. i want you.ā
ādo you want me? even just a little?ā
ātell me to stop loving you. and i will.ā
'Ā FineĀ FineĀ 1,000Ā IĀ amĀ sureĀ IĀ canĀ putĀ thatĀ somewhereĀ toĀ use.'Ā MegĀ saidĀ flickingĀ V'sĀ noseĀ withĀ herĀ finger,Ā leaningĀ herselfĀ backĀ intoĀ theĀ stoolĀ givingĀ itĀ aĀ spin,Ā sheĀ gotĀ backĀ toĀ herĀ feet.Ā 'Ā There,Ā yourĀ targetĀ isĀ thereĀ inĀ theĀ backĀ corner.'Ā SheĀ saidĀ finishingĀ herĀ shot,Ā givingĀ aĀ smallĀ exhaleĀ andĀ aĀ smackĀ ofĀ herĀ lipsĀ sheĀ walkedĀ behindĀ V,Ā handĀ movingĀ ontoĀ herĀ shoulder.Ā 'Ā Don'tĀ sayĀ IĀ don'tĀ doĀ anythingĀ forĀ myĀ favoriteĀ customer.'
V rolls her eyes a bit, resting the bottle down on the table once more. But, her eyes do light up briefly to send the funds over to Meg before her gaze, pink once more, cants over to the man in question - idly batting away the finger that had flicked at her nose. "Well, he's certainly the looker, ain't he?" she mused, chuckling softly to herself as she scanned the man sitting at the bar - seemingly keeping to herself, but watching the girls. She does avert her attention for a moment, looking to Meg when she rests up against her shoulder. "You know, flattery ain't gonna get you no where with me, right?" she asked, tone a hair teasing.
MegĀ leanedĀ closeĀ toĀ theĀ other,Ā herĀ handĀ movingĀ ontoĀ herĀ kneesĀ sheĀ smiledĀ asĀ sheĀ tiltedĀ herĀ head.Ā 20,000Ā Euro.'Ā SheĀ satĀ herselfĀ backĀ upĀ sittingĀ herselfĀ straightĀ sheĀ hummedĀ softly.Ā 'Ā GotĀ billsĀ toĀ pay,Ā andĀ withĀ allĀ theseĀ lowlivesĀ comingĀ intoĀ theĀ bar,Ā I'mĀ losingĀ money.'Ā MegĀ offeredĀ herĀ handĀ towardsĀ V,Ā waitingĀ forĀ aĀ answerĀ orĀ maybeĀ evenĀ aĀ argument.Ā āĀ IĀ amĀ goodĀ forĀ thatĀ price,Ā youĀ knowĀ that.āĀ
V is laughing before Meg even finishes speaking, "20,000 eddies?" she echoes, her brows raising into her hairline. "I ain't one of your gonk customers blinded by your tits. For that, I could get me a nice 'nd shiny new set of top shelf eyes. Sorry to say it, Meg, but think you're talkin' to the wrong gal if you think the convenience outweighs that cost. For that much, I'll go diggin' in the Net myself and find him on some cams."
