discopalace | talk shit get hit

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game: exsilium

talk shit get hit

IC Date: Dec 28th

[ Apollo's had a busy night plus she's a lazy asshole, so even into the early afternoon she can be found, still asleep, on the couch where she had fallen asleep the night before. She's still completely naked except for her usual overabundance of bracelets and rings and whatever the hell else she wanted to put on yesterday - but, thankfully, she's laying on her stomach and although her back and her legs are clearly bare, she's managed to tangle a blanket around her waist in a such a way that she's not immediately, totally indecent.

Not that that takes away from the fact that it's extremely obvious what she was doing to end up where she currently is. Of course, her clothes thrown all over the place in every which way were probably going to be the first indication of that anyway.

Sorry, Marduk. Welcome home. ]

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[ by the time he finally does get home, marduk isn't even angry anymore. at least, not in the way he's used to being angry, the spark of temper that dies out as quickly as it starts. this is something much more slow burning and cold, the kind that leads to premeditated murder.

and most of all, it's incredibly tiring, to put it mildly; by the time he reaches home ("home"?) he is too cold and bone-weary to act on anything immediately. hell, he's even reached the point where he's beginning to feel a little ridiculous. it's not a completely unfamiliar sensation, but one that's uncomfortable in the context of exsilium-- especially given that it's apollo involved.

he carefully picks his way across the room, dodging anything that looks too suspiciously like an article of clothing, clean or not. he's not surprised to find apollo on the couch, but he's not pleased either. ]

Get up. [ unspoken: please. he doesn't even want to fucking deal with you right now. ]

[ If she had actually been more awake when he spoke to her just now, she may have picked up on his tone or noticed just how unwilling to deal with her he was, but she really wasn't so she didn't.

Instead, the response he gets probably isn't the one he wants. Still more asleep than awake, Apollo groans and tiredly waves her arm at him. ] Ugh no, fuck, later.

[ his expression sours almost instantly. really? really. for a second, marduk almost turns back around and walks right outside again. that would be some honest to god stupidity, though.

he settles for leaning over and shouting in apollo's ear. ] Get the fuck up! [ for as much as he doesn't want the conflict right now-- he also does. apollo's irreverence has already hit a nerve several times in the past twenty-four hours. he's not about to tolerate it happening once more. ] Or at least get the fuck off my couch!

[ Now that wakes her the fuck up. She starts so quickly, cursing in English and Azizan alike, that she nearly falls right off the couch onto the floor - but Marduk isn't quite that lucky, as she manages to catch herself before her face meets the ground. ]

Holy mother of fuck, why the DICKS would you do that?! [ Grumbling and bitching the whole time, Apollo then attempts to sit up and fails to get anywhere beyond just sort of... being propped up with her arms and leaning against the back on the couch. And her sense of modesty is, as always, non existent so there isn't any attempt to cover her naked torso as she moves. ] Also hey, excuse you, your couch?

[ he straightens back up as soon as she starts moving, folding his arms while she flails around. he gazes down at her, mouth twisted on one side in displeasure. all that, and he still doesn't have any room to sit down? ugh. ]

That's what I said, isn't it? [ he's pretty fucking sure it is. ] Go back to your own bed if you're going to be a lazy piece of shit.

Yeah, dunno where you're gettin' that idea though, considerin' I'm the one who dragged this fuckin' thing here in the first place.

[ Not that she actually cared who the fuck technically owned the couch, but hey man she was asleep like two minutes ago and her awakening was a pretty rude one. Still refusing to sit up properly, Apollo yawns, rolls around a bit more as she stretches out her wings and other limbs, before finally just giving up and laying down again. On her back this time, so she can look up at her annoyed roommate at least. ]

And I built this fuckin' place, so I think I'm entitled to be a lazy piece of shit where ever the fuck I want in here.

Because I didn't help at all?

[ c'mon apollo. remember who's heating the damn place. he shifts impatiently while she moves, making an irritated noise when she ultimately fails to rearrange herself to his satisfaction. ] At least move enough that I can sit down.

[ Another groan, loud, long and exaggerated as though he's asked a great physical task of her. She just lays there for a moment, but finally, finally, she decides to pull her legs away and scoot over a bit so she's sitting (but still lazily leaning up against the back of the couch), giving Marduk just enough room to sit down. ]

There. Happy, Princess?

[ the fact that apollo complies with the absolute bare minimum doesn't faze him in the slightest. marduk sits down without further complaint-- or more accurately, immediate complaint. ]

Hey, shut the fuck up. [ loathe as he is to admit it, duckling is a marginally better nickname than that. ] It wasn't that hard to move.

I was fuckin' comfy there, y'know. [ As if that was at all a reasonable excuse. She yawns again, rubbing her eyes as she slowly wakes up a bit more. ] Had a tiring fuckin' night alright and-- wait, are you just comin' home? What time is it?

It's tomorrow. [ in truth, he has no idea. past when the sun rises? specific times he can only ever figure out with the tablet, which is still lying somewhere in the disaster zone near the couch. he's not about to dig through apollo's anything to find it, at least not now.

he shrugs. it's the most helpful answer he has. ] As though the time changes anything for you. What, did you have big plans or something?

[ She makes a mocking sort of face at him when he says tomorrow, gee thanks Marduk that was really helpful. ]

The fuck d'you gotta say it like that for, y'think I never make plans or somethin'? [ She really didn't have any plans though, obviously. ] I was just wonderin' how long you were gone, shit I was sure you'd be back in a couple hours. The fuck did you do last night?

[ with a sigh, he hunches over-- elbows on his knees, forehead resting on his hands. the only thing he wants to do here is sleep, but apollo seems insistent on both talking to him and refusing to move. he best he can hope is that she gives up on them soon. maybe if his answers are shitty enough, she'll relent. ]

I walked around. [ a beat. ] In the snow.

Why? [ Nope, no relenting here anytime soon apparently. ]

Sounds fuckin' boring, and cold. You coulda fuckin' came back earlier y'know, it's not like we were at it all fuckin' night long. [ Apollo shrugs, as though none of this is at all worth taking seriously be it on her part or his. ] Well, glad you ain't an icicle anyway.

Edited 2013-12-24 18:10 (UTC)

Pardon me for not wanting to check. [ marduk snarls with far more violence in his tone than he intended, shoulders hunching even further. god. he takes a moment to breathe deep, turning his head just far enough to be able to glare at her with one eye. ]

I'm not an idiot. I don't freeze. [ he does, however, grind his teeth. ] Nor do I take any chances.

[ Alright there she goes, the tone Marduk uses is blatant enough for even her to notice now. So of course she's going to just continue on being an asshole. ]

What, how fuckin' crazy d'you think my stamina is? Flattered y'think I can fuck all night but I'm real sad to say I ain't quite there yet. Nothin' some more practice won't fix though, yeah?

[ marduk audibly groans, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. is this divine punishment? are there gods in exsilium after all? this isn't a conversation he'd want to have with apollo even in a good mood; today, it's just salt in the wound. ] I don't think practice is what you need.

Aw well that's sweet, I'm real good in bed already I know, but hey, there's always room to add more tricks, y'know?

[ She has her cheek rested against the back of her hand as she watches him, arm rested on the top of the couch's back and a shit eating grin plastered to her face. Is she goading him on purposely? Possibly. Probably. ]

[ well, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that apollo's being an asshole. his glare turns from her to the wall. he refuses to rise to the bait, or so he tells himself. ]

Yeah-- I wouldn't. [ know, that is. ] Weren't you tired? Go the fuck back to sleep.

What, Vanadi never taught you anything? Tiger like that, you'd think you'd learn somethin' new.

[ Part of her is actually curious because she loves hearing sex stories, even though she knows damn well she's not about to get one out of Marduk, of all people. But still, here she is. ]

Well I fuckin' was, until someone barged the fuck on in here and screamed in my face until I got up.

[ it's times like this you just have to take a deep breath, close your eyes, and say: ] Shut up, Apollo. [ again. ]

Seriously, just-- shut up about yourself, shut up with your stupid questions, and shut the goddamn fuck up about Vanadi. [ his voice is bland and level through all of that, not angry. it's almost bordering on nice, though his face certainly doesn't reflect that. ]

Aww, oh no, is there trouble in paradise? Wait are you-- are you mad at me?

[ As if neither of those things could reasonably be at all attached to the fact that she'd slept with his not-boyfriend whatever the fuck so recently that she was still missing her clothes because of it. Failing spectacularly to see anything here seriously still, Apollo suddenly begins to laugh. ]

Oh c'mon, you left the two of us here alone knowin' full well what the two of us are like. If you didn't wanna share, then you shoulda fuckin' upped your cockblock game!

[ ah, of course she doesn't listen. somewhere between her laughing and the torrent of bullshit coming out of her mouth, marduk snaps. the instant apollo stops talking he whirls around and slugs her right in her smug fucking face, half standing up as he goes though mostly leaning on the couch with one knee for support.

it takes about another half second after the punch for his mind to catch up with what just happened. he stares down at her, then narrows his eyes; marduk isn't really upset about this turn events, nor is he sorry, even if maybe it's poor form to hit your roommate-slash-kind-of-friend. there's not even anything else to say, after that. he just stares down at her, his fist still clenched so tight his knuckles are pale white. ]

[ Apollo has definitely taken some hard hits to the face and elsewhere in her lifetime, but by god she was not expecting one of those hits to come right now from Marduk (yes, even though she was talking so much shit right now that it was a wonder she hadn't been punched earlier). She gets caught so entirely off guard that without having time to even think about bracing for impact, she's actually, physically moved by the hit. Turning her entire upper body away from him, she curses to herself loudly, angry despite having deserved it. ]

Holy FUCK, Marduk! [ She makes a disgruntled sound, not quite a shriek but partway there, and holds her hand near her jaw as though she's not sure she wants to touch it or not. ] What the- fuck's sakes. [ And then she's sticking her tongue out, and it's visibly bloody from where she's accidentally bitten it during the surprise punch to the fucking face. ] Oh my god you fuckin'- you fuckin' punched me!

[ her reaction does nothing to make him feel any remorse for the punch. no, but it does make him laugh, short and a little incredulous. the fact that she's bleeding from it only serves to further his satisfaction; she deserved no less. maybe she should've listened to him, huh? ]

Sure fucking did. [ he leans back in an effort to distance himself from any counterattack, though with how close they've been sitting it hardly changes anything. ] Seems like it's something you should be used to, really.

man this is such a suspicious looking premise

i wonder what happened here, not man stealing for sure

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