When I'm looking in your face
You give me faith
I feel this faith
This must be fate
What do I know?
I need somebody, I need a witness
To look in your eyes when you see the vision
Late night, decisions
Do you wanna be lifted?
Hello spirit
Blast off
Hold on tight, hold on for life
If this is what you like
Do it all night
Girl, I don’t gotta fly
I just wanna ride
Back and forth, left and right
Ain't tryna be slick
But I just wanna slide
Or I can be a kite, and I can just fly
Away with the birds
Call sky
High, high, high, high
Veil! Posepack by @olath124 coming soon!
The Grove Posepack by @biosynk coming soon!
I'm gonna fall in love tonight
I’ve got my bow and arrow
My heart-shaped eyes are burning bright
I've got you in my sight
You're looking at my wings and by the look in your eyes
You’ve got an appetite
My love is ready to take flight
Slow dance into the light
Shoot you down with an arrow like "doom-doom-doom"
Make your heart beat faster like "boom-boom-boom"
'Cause you know you want me and you cannot resist
Yeah, I'm looking for a lover and you're top of my list
Type: One-shot (Dogtown Nights)
Rating: Mature
Relationship: Kurt Hansen/OC, Kurt Hansen/Wiosna Blazkowicz
Idk if someone's gonna read it, if so I hope you enjoy it.
Heavy smoke from his cigarette covered his view as he exhaled the substance from his lungs. Despite temporary blindness, his eyes were still focused on one place or rather a person.
Right in front of him lies the object of his interest. Wires all over, allowing her to get lost in the depths of cyberspace. The netrunner most likely had no idea that she was being watched. Her boss was like an eagle preying on her defenseless body.
But he doesn't want to hurt her, no. He's admiring and mesmerizing every inch of her. He's making sure that the movement of her cleavage caused by heavy breathing isn't out of order, and that the drops of sweat forming on her forehead evaporate as soon as they appear.
He inhaled the deadly substance again and kept it in his lungs as he checked her vitals on his HUD.
One hundred two degrees Fahrenheit.
It wasn't alarming, yet a little too high for his liking. Two degrees more and an emergency cooling will freeze her.
This time the smoke escaped through his nostrils, making him look like a dragon whose fire was responsible for the increased body temperature of his prey.
One hundred degrees Fahrenheit.
Good, he thought. She either moved to lighter tasks or is about to dive out from the cybernetic void.
He observed her, carefully. The steady breathing was like a lullaby to his nerves. Calming, and reassuring nothing will happen, and he's just paranoid for having all the bad scenarios forming in his head.
One hundred four degrees Fahrenheit.
***
It's hard to describe something that the human mind can't comprehend. Yet, somehow Wiosna could see everything in a simplified way, trying to make sense of the data around her.
First was the darkness, and from it came light. No. The light was her. Or maybe she was the darkness?
Lines of code disintegrated with every passing second, yet can she even measure time in such a place? And why is she staring right at herself? There are no mirrors in cyberspace.
“Interesting. Emotions truly can be transferred into data.”
She heard her own voice, but it wasn't her who said it.
“You should vocalize your concerns.” Wiosna’s reflection insisted.
“You already know what I'm going to say.”
The vision fractionated into a glitchy matrix of data as it transformed itself into a red mist filling the void around the woman. There was something familiar about it, like an image she had seen before. The red mixed itself with the darkness in a way that resembled the northern lights.
The entity inside her becomes stronger with every jump beyond the Blackwall. Grows like a parasite inside Wiosna's inner world. If it can take her form now, what else is it capable of doing?
Being a menace to her for sure.
Wiosna felt how the rogue AI manipulated her code to cause some chaos. Nothing serious, just a few short circuits, and an overheat deamon. In Wiosna's opinion, it was meant to piss her off, rather than cause actual damage.
That's enough. Was the last thing echoing around them before the netrunner went back to the mortal realm.
***
“Wiosna, for fucks sake, wake up!” Kurt screamed into Wiosna's face as he shook her shoulders.
All the systems around them turned into an orchestra of alarms, loud enough that he didn't know if she could even hear him in this mess despite being inches away.
Kurt held her cold, lifeless body in his arms. The drops of water on her face turned into frost because of emergency cooling. He knew that the purple shade of her skin was a result of preventing her from overheating, as most of the electronics in the room burned one by one. Regardless of all the logic, it planted in his head a scary question.
What if she's already dead? Does life have any meaning without her?
He knows better than that. He's a soldier. There's no time for grieving in his life.
Put yourself together, Hansen!
Allowing himself to panic, even for a minute was unacceptable. But those intrusive thoughts were louder and louder in his head, as the mind tried to make a plan for every possible outcome of this situation.
Is that how Wiosna feels all the time?
Kurt remembered how Wiosna tried to describe to him what was in her head. Of course, he read all the reports on her state, but doing it in her own words felt more intimate. He wished she would describe him more.
She has to, when she wakes up, right?
His hands cupped her face and he took a moment to look at her once more. The only thing in the world that he cares more about than himself. She can't be dead. Kurt gently kissed her forehead and felt how his warm lips melted the frost it touched.
“Hm... That made me warm inside.”
He wasn't sure if he heard it, or if it was just his imagination. Kurt moved his head to look at Wiosna again. Her blue eyes were wide open, staring at him with sparkles between the ocean of blue. And of course a smirk on her face.
This fucking woman…
“I see you missed m-”
But Wiosna never finished whatever she wanted to say, as Kurt's lips silenced her. At least for a second until she pulled him away.
“Fuu! You just smoked!” She screamed in disgust.
“You almost fucking died!”
“What? I had everything under control.”
Kurt dropped her face as relief on his face disappeared.
“Control? Where? Where was your fucking control when your body hit one hundred six degrees!”
“Please, like it's the first time…” Wiosna waved her hand as if she was casting a spell that silenced all the alarms.
Kurt observed as she sat on her chair and pulled out the plug from her deep dive port. He felt anger build up inside of him, yet at the same time, he couldn't be angry at her.
“Do I mommy you whenever you go out for a mission? You think I don't worry you will get a bullet to the head? I do, but I'm not stopping you from doing your job. So don't stop me from doing mine.”
“This is different.” He growled.
“How so?”
“I can't fucking protect you there.” Kurt's voice became deeper. Every other Bargest soldier would start praying for their life at the sound of it.
But Wiosna instead just rolled her eyes at him. “So you don't trust me that I can take care of myself?”
“The fuck? I didn't say that!” Kurt touched the bridge of his nose as he thought about how to explain what he meant. The Colonel reached for the hand of his lover. It was still cold, as if she spent this whole time walking through Siberian snow without gloves. “I guess, I meant that three minutes ago I was freaking out, you're dead and all I could do was just hold your body. So I started to consider if I should kill myself too… It felt like I failed you.”
Kurt hated that. Those moments of weakness when emotions take over logic. He hated how it only happened with her. Wiosna made him soft. She made him weak. And yet… He never felt better. Never felt stronger than with her by his side.
He stared into her eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of the emotions behind them. But instead of that, he felt as her hand gently left his grasp. His eyes instantly looked at the place where it left a freezing sensation on his cyberware that he already missed. But he felt it again, this time on his cheek, as her palm guided Kurt to look at her once more.
Nothing. Wiosna's emotions were encrypted better than the data she worked with.
Kurt leaned into her touch, kissing the inside of her palm without breaking eye contact. It's when he noticed something. Wiosna's brows slightly went up, and her lips parted as a result of his action. And before he could do anything more, her cold lips were glued to his.
Wiosna always kissed him as her life depended on it. Kurt learned by now, that maybe the face doesn't show much, but her kisses are a testimony of everything she feels. A language of passion, that she calls “talking without words”. He had to admit, as many lovers as he had, no one saw it that way. But he gets it. Wiosna's kisses are to die for.
Even now freezing as she is, Wiosna spreads her fire on Kurt, burning everything on its way. And he doesn't want to fight it. Like flames dancing around each other, consuming everything on their way until there's no air.
“You just complained I smoked!” Kurt gasped in between his heavy breaths.
