They were lounging together in his quarters, Harlock with a book in hand as he leaned against her body as she sat behind him, the headboard and numerous pillows giving the pair soft and plush support. But she didn’t care to read either, or to doze off as he occupied himself. Nope, how could she when his glorious, thick head of hair was resting so nicely against her?
“I love your hair,” Skye said as her voice swooned; fingers stroking, pulling, caressing Harlock’s hair every which way.
She leaned forward and pressed her face into the soft strands, feeling their thickness against her nose and skin. It wasn’t fair how nice his hair was, given how he probably did nothing to maintain it! But it didn’t matter now, did it? Now that she could rub herself all over it whenever she wanted, hah!
Skye looked behind her to see Harlock standing there as she was busily seeing to the side paneling of one of the corridors where some minor maintenance work was needing to be done.
“I need it, to stand on it…something you couldn’t possibly relate to.”
“I dunno, I just…” she paused, then quickly looked behind her. She looked very suspicious something was going on, yet had one hell of a scared look on her face.
“Would you say I was crazy if I said I might’ve seen a ghost?”
“Well I’m not her! And I’m not sorry for it, either.”
Skye turned away from Harlock slightly, conflicted with her emotions. She ought to have expected this, that some day he might draw comparisons between her and the woman of his past, a tragic lost love. That in itself was not what made her upset exactly; instead it was the fear that perhaps he would try to find her within another…and Skye was not one to tolerate competition with a memory or a ghost.
Either Harlock accepted Skye for what she was and that was all, or it was just excuses at this point.
Skye couldn’t help but gasp as his arms wrapped around her so tightly; Harlock rarely did such a thing, but when he did…
“Harlock…”
Her arms reached for the captain and embraced him in return despite how fiercely his own arms encompassed her. Skye pressed her cheek into his collar, waiting for him to speak, if he would at all. And, if not…she would allow him to remain there for as long as he wished.
(Lina Inverse, from Slayers. But I’ve never been one for canons…it’d be too stressful for me since I can be a stickler for canon at times :/)
♦ What’s an AU that you’ve always wanted?
(Any AU where a fave character that died in the mainverse is still alive lol!)
♨ What’s a muse that you wished had lasted, but didn’t?
(My Legend of Zelda OC, Fern. I hung onto her as long as I could when it came to RP but all my outlets dried up and she’s been shelved ever since. She’s easily my favorite character ever.)
The attack that crippled their private pirate isle had taken a considerable toll on its prime architect. Tochiro, having barricaded himself in the main computer room while the other men busied themselves for disembarking along with other various tasks given by the captain, decided that he would not be leaving until he was satisfied with the state of affairs.
“I didn’t want to test this just yet, given how the isle isn’t complete,” Tochiro began as he spoke to Harlock through the comm feed. “But if the bots keep working on repairs while the isle is adrift using the autopilot program, they should be finished in a few weeks.”
All that was left was to run tests and diagnostics on the newly reconstructed security system. He still couldn’t believe what happened; had he come arrogant in his skills? Tochiro tried to justify the weaknesses in his construction of the computer: it hadn’t been finished yet, not everything had been tweaked and tested, and so forth. But it didn’t soothe him. What Rail, that machine man had done, had taken a hit to his pride: as both an engineer and as a man.
There would be something to gain from all of this, though. Doctor Zero, who had taken it upon himself to house the body of the intruder in the morgue, did what he could in extracting any viable pieces of hardware or clues that could be used for finding any information on who, or what, exactly had a big enough reason to attack Harlock and his men.
“So what do we got?” Maji asked as the doc, along with Tochiro who managed to be present for this, carried what seemed to be the inner cranium that once belong to Rail.
“Let’s wait for the captain to arrive first before I go too deep into details. But what I can say is that part of it looks fried, like it was destroyed internally somehow.”
“Tch!” Tochiro grumbled, displeased at the prospect. It must have self-detonated somehow at the moment of expiration. Damned machine men...
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In the infirmary, Skye had been resting within one of the medical beds, covered aplenty in blankets and an IV attached to her arm along with a few other monitors. Mii-kun kept her company as he lay curled up against her side; he stretched and turned, happy to nap against her unmoving body.
The remains of a blood transfusion bag was hooked next to the saline solution: a necessary addition when Doc Zero took her in and performed his scans. Although there were some evidence on bruising and cuts across her body the real damage had been internal. Minor bone fractions in her forearms, bleeding in her abdomen and a number of severe contusions had been the bulk of her trauma; when Captain Harlock told the story of how everything had gone down he had been shocked that she managed to still keep moving despite it all.
Nevertheless, she would need almost a week’s worth of bed rest before being considered for active duty again. Visitors were welcome of course, not like the doc could truly prevent such a thing, but sleep and restrained movement was paramount for her recovery.
Besides her, everything else was quiet. None of the others suffered during the assault; hell, many of them didn’t even know it was happening until after the fact! Mii-kun lifted his head as his ears shifted towards the infirmary door; was somebody coming? He mewed; maybe it was the doctor returning?
