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you're my blood sport. (closed)
CHARACTERS: Elliot + Kavinsky.
WHERE: The Red Coast, an empty barracks unit.
WHEN: Day 025ish.
SUMMARY: A drug deal.
WARNINGS: Drug use and adult themes. In the comments: Sexual coercion and harassment. Explicit sex. May also contain references to triggering material from either canon (mental illness, dubcon, child abuse, suicide). Spoilers for Mr Robot.
[ The morphine doesn't have side-effects like withdrawal. On the downside, it isn't a precise dose: hard to find that sweet spot where he's out of his head but not passing right out. But it works, and despite saying he isn't an addict, despite the disapproval of others in the Nest, Elliot's taken what Kavinsky gave him.
Let's talk in person, Kavinsky had said, during those brief moments of communication earlier, fleeting and restrained. And when Elliot finds them an empty room, everyone else out taking in the seaside sights, he looks just like he did before, under the robes of disguise: wide eyes, dark clothes, mohawk. But there's also something different about him. Straighter shoulders, maybe, or more eye contact. ]
You need to tell me what you want for this.
[ Is straight up the first thing out of his mouth. ]
I don't play games.
[ Which is also nothing like the passive guy who had taken the dream-morphine last time. ]
WHERE: The Red Coast, an empty barracks unit.
WHEN: Day 025ish.
SUMMARY: A drug deal.
WARNINGS: Drug use and adult themes. In the comments: Sexual coercion and harassment. Explicit sex. May also contain references to triggering material from either canon (mental illness, dubcon, child abuse, suicide). Spoilers for Mr Robot.
[ The morphine doesn't have side-effects like withdrawal. On the downside, it isn't a precise dose: hard to find that sweet spot where he's out of his head but not passing right out. But it works, and despite saying he isn't an addict, despite the disapproval of others in the Nest, Elliot's taken what Kavinsky gave him.
Let's talk in person, Kavinsky had said, during those brief moments of communication earlier, fleeting and restrained. And when Elliot finds them an empty room, everyone else out taking in the seaside sights, he looks just like he did before, under the robes of disguise: wide eyes, dark clothes, mohawk. But there's also something different about him. Straighter shoulders, maybe, or more eye contact. ]
You need to tell me what you want for this.
[ Is straight up the first thing out of his mouth. ]
I don't play games.
[ Which is also nothing like the passive guy who had taken the dream-morphine last time. ]
no subject
[Kavinsky sighs a hum through his nose.
Making the drugs won't be hard, but dream time passes like a street cat meanders: however it sees fit. When Kavinsky's stealing something small, like a bottle full of non-prescription pills, he can guesstimate he won't need more than a half hour. Cars can take anything from less than that to a few hours of pulling, prying, molding, dreaming.
He reaches down to adjust himself, closes up his trousers.]
Fuck off for a while.
[He dismisses Elliot before that can be flipped around on him, too.]
no subject
[ He doesn't seem particularly bothered about the little princeling just ordering him away, though he does pause in the doorway, thoughtful. Turns back. ]
But don't try to stiff me, no pun intended. I'm not somebody you want as an enemy.
no subject
Kavinsky's eyes open to slits, serpentine, fighting against an invisible, blistering sun.]
Scary.