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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[ 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.

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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.

[ No counter attack is attempted, if only because she's so genuinely surprised that she doesn't know if she wants to. Instead, Marduk gets his wish of a silent Apollo as she sits there, gingerly tapping the point where he had hit her and tonguing around her mouth to check for anything else. There's nothing, but she's spread the blood around enough that her saliva will be tinted pink now.

And then finally, she's looking back at Marduk. Her initial anger had passed as quickly as it had come - it was more an instinctual reaction than anything else - and now she was just fucking bewildered. And maybe - maybe - even a little bit impressed. ]

Uh yeah, you could say that but hey fuck you, ow, [ She poked herself a little too hard then. ] Holy shit Duckling, you ain't got a totally bad fuckin' arm there, fuck. Taken worse but damn, not bad for a magic fucker I guess.

You're an idiot. [ he hisses, but the edge is gone from his voice. they're practically back to normal, now. he sits back down with an irritated noise anyway, still mad but also still tired. this time he leans back, doing his best impression of ignoring apollo. he even follows through with it, crossing his arms again and otherwise staying completely silent.

... mostly silent. ] Don't you ever get tired of being an asshole? [ big words coming from him, he knows. but god, at least he has boundaries. ]

And you're a fuckin' dickhole.

[ Miraculously, Apollo allows the silence between them to actually happen by also not saying anything. She's not even really inspecting herself anymore, having very quickly assessed and gotten over the current state of her mouth, and is just sitting there letting him fidget or whatever the fuck it is he's up to right now.

But when he speaks again, she has no hesitation in responding. ] Nope. Puts a little spontaneity in my life, adds some spice, y'know, that kinda thing.

[ he doesn't know what he was trying to get out of that question. of course she doesn't care. shit, for the most part, neither does he. ]

Thought as much. [ he really, really did. since apollo remains firmly entrenched on the couch despite both the yelling and the punching, marduk gives up on that; he turns away from her, resting his head against the couch and closing his eyes. ] Try not to be so fucking loud, will you?

Why, is it naptime?

[ Not that she was actually making fun of him for his frequent naps or anything, shit she took naps all the time herself, but she was just more or less being annoyingly curious. Had Marduk really given up to the point of trying to go to sleep on the couch while Apollo was still there? ]

Wanna blanket? [ She's stretching and leaning over the arm of the couch she's been leaning on now, trying to reach a blanket that's on the floor nearby. ] I promise I haven't fucked anybody on this one.

No, I don't--

[ he cuts himself off with a sigh. (somebody sure got over getting decked really fast, didn't they?) maybe if he just agrees to put up with it, she'll leave him alone. he glances over his shoulder just to see apollo already trying to get him something. that just confirms it, really. ] Fine. Sure. Whatever.

[ Yeah well, when you spend your life brawling and fighting with fuckloads of people, you learn to take punches well.

She reaches a little further, her toes pressing into Marduk's thigh for a moment there as she flails about trying to reach it, before finally grabbing and pulling it up on the couch with them. It's the furry one she had made for him as a Christmas present, and she's tossing it over him as though he couldn't have done it himself. ]

There! Cozy, you fuckwit?

[ he automatically grabs at the blanket as she throws it over him, scowling. he pulls it up even further from where it initially lands, face turning away from apollo again. ]

Yeah. Thanks a fucking lot.

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the shortest tag ever written in the history of me. merry christmas