silkcut
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Post by silkcut on Sept 6, 2020 6:58:59 GMT
➽ Ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒs:
Simon Dove + Killer Frost
➽ Ｐｌｏｔ :
Now trapped in Earth-1922 just after he escaped Mojoverse,
Simon's forced to prevent an upcoming nuclear explosion.
But his clever plan caught a snag when a certain villainess appears
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Post by silkcut on Sept 6, 2020 7:01:23 GMT
It's a small mercy that he had already thrown up the contents of his stomach earlier, because he wouldn't want his panic and uncoordinated movements to be topped by nausea, would he?
Simon would rather just count his blessings at this point, especially any brief moment of reprieve, which is why he holds onto the woman for support, with his arm on her shoulder like they were indeed teammates. It's almost like learning to surf the waves again, so as much as the prospect was daunting, he welcomes it.
He's happy he could rely on Frosty here after all. The comment about a 'hero's journey' was particularly noteworthy, and he feels like asking her about it. But as soon as he turns his head to look at her, he realized they're still clutching on one another.
The entire thing underneath them didn't collapse thanks to her ingenuity and quick reflexes. That means that everything has been stabilized into something solid, so why did it still feel like Simon's center of gravity has precariously tilted over the edge just now once he locked eyes with the woman?
Relieved that the ice queen withdrew first, he does the same thing and steps away a few paces for added measure. Their transport is big enough so he could afford that distance.
Simon runs a hand through his tangled locks of hair and then rubs that on his face, annoyed that he was feeling self-conscious. He becomes suddenly aware that her frigid temperature did nothing to dissuade the heat rising from his gut to his throat, worse than any nausea imaginable.
"Do you want a gold star or something?" he quips but not unkindly. It's apparent in the way his voice trembles before he goes quiet next. Afterwards he stares ahead with his arms crossed.
"You were wonderful," Simon manages to say anyway. He almost slips though, almost said you /feel/ wonderful. He would never make her understand that he didn't mean the closeness of their bodies earlier but rather how her ice mingled with the sound waves his own powers extrapolated.
That /felt/ wonderful. It was sickening. It was joy. It was horrible. So he's going to keep staring ahead now, thank you. |
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Post by Cuppy on Sept 14, 2020 9:07:57 GMT
Killer Frost
“Thank you.”
The answer is brief, and her voice a bit slurred. Every quip or snarky remark has been eaten away by an utter exhaustion. Forming these waves into something resembling a comfy ride has taken the last of her energy, and now that Simon has moved away, she can’t even drink from his body heat anymore. And while she knows it is not very nice to use a teammate (even in her head this sounds all kinds of wrong) to suck up their warmth like a vampire, the alternative might be collapsing before they reach the plant. In her every body cell Killer Frost can already sense the amount of energy waiting for her to be absorbed, but they’re not close enough yet.
In tiny movements she is sliding closer to Simon again until she can feel some of his heat reaching her.
“Not trying to flirt with you.” she says wearily, while still managing to form her mouth into a mocking half grin. “But you don’t want an unconscious icicle on your hands.”
The temptation to drain him completely is strong, but once again she realises that she’s not the kind of reckless villain she claims to be. As much as Killer Frost tries to convince herself that the only reason she’s not killing him is because he’s the only means of transportation to salvation she has right now, she knows deep down that it’s some kinda sympathy she feels for him. That man’s an annoying wreck, but he’s kinda nice. And his body warmth feels good in more ways than one.
“How long?” she asks while feeling her body getting even weaker. She’d be damned if she’d allow herself to fall unconscious and him to carry her to the plant to save her like some goddamn friggin’ hero.
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silkcut
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Post by silkcut on Sept 24, 2020 10:07:15 GMT
For the first time since a few galaxies ago, Simon feels more like himself again—a little cranky yet cautious and in control, so essentially his default personality. It’s amazing how a series of unfortunate events could really make a guy understand himself better and the role he must play.
The air around him thickens and tingles with atoms of varied composition, all of which threaten to overwhelm his hypersense with sensations that could rival any man-made drugs. He would be the best judge to make that distinction, of course.
Simon has been staring ahead with his arms crossed for a good three minutes before he senses Frost edging closer to his personal space. He turns his head slowly, refusing to make eye contact at the moment, until he hears yet another dry retort, except that there’s a tinge to it that alerted him she’s not doing so hot (pun poorly intended).
“Hey, what’s wrong with you now?” he listens in to her staccato heartbeat like chipped ice getting run over pavement. It reminds him of his car’s tires scraping over sleet back in Texas, 1995 during the aftermath of a hailstorm. Visibly, he almost flinches away, but then a hand circles around her wrist and tugs her closer instead.
He casts a glance ahead, past the solidified sound waves and the teeth-melting radioactivity that draws them in for entirely different reasons. He could understand now that this woman requires that nuclear force of energy way more than she would have explicitly stated.
And if there’s one thing Simon could relate to it’s this prickly quality of never allowing others to figure out how much he needs something—even if his basic survival depends on it.
“Alright, Ms. Tough-Guy,” he turns to face her fully, leveling their gazes on one another, “I’m going to give you what you want right now, okay? So relax…” and he wraps his arms around her waist but ensures that his groin is nowhere else near hers so she doesn’t try to freeze his dick as promised and further extend herself.
“I’m sorry for asking you to use your powers when you’re still in a weakened state,” he adds while he frees one hand so he could raise that up the air and gather particles from the sound waves which he then converts to light before it transforms to heat within seconds.
Simon has gotten a better handle with the process at this point. Maybe a bit of gratitude to Mojoworld is in order. He places the same hand on her forehead; the pose rather reminiscent of a priest blessing a child. His fingers glow a dull orange while the transference from skin contact occurs.
“How’s that? A good amount for you? I might be able to spare some more…” he watches her with a mixture of worry and amusement. Simon couldn’t help making a bit of a fuss about her predicament, but he also knows she may not exactly appreciate his gesture.
Frosty possibly thinks he’s trying to play hero when all he’s really doing is trying to be a decent human being by helping another. |
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Post by Cuppy on Dec 7, 2020 11:43:49 GMT
In the very last moment she manages to catch the lusty moan that has formed in her throat and turn it to an awkward cough. Killer Frost just can't help it, the body warmth he is giving her - giving her freely even - is better than any rush of power, any sexual release or any damn thing she's ever felt in her life before.
"Fuck you." she gets out between gritted teeth, but she means nothing of it. It's merely a last attempt to appear 'Ms Touch-Guy' as he so aptly put it, while her body is melting against his touch. Would he have still needed her help to form the sound waves into something solid, they'd both have been lost at the very moment, because she has nothing else to spare. On the contrary, all she can manage right now is to not suck him dry on the spot, leaving him an empty cold shell.
Killer Frost is already suspecting that she is draining more energy from him than she should. Self-restraint has never been her strength, even less now that it's a suck-or-die situation. Her breath is going hard, and the air in her lungs is starting to form into ice crystals, forming a clinking, raspy sound. Every bit of warmth she can get from him, she is using to keep her vital systems alive. Her heart, her breathing apparatus, her brain. That’s all that matters. Her hands have already started to transform into icicles, as did her feet. It hurts, but in the end it doesn’t matter. When they reach the plant - if they reach the plant - she will have enough energy to set her body on fire. And if they don’t - well then nothing really matters anymore. Not for her, and probably not for humankind in a hundred mile radius or more. The fallout from the energy plant would most likely destroy all life nearby for years to come.
Oh what irony, that she is the last hope, while she’s clinging to this guy like a child. What a glorious hero she makes.
“How long?” she asks again. If she had to guess, she’d say it’s less than a minute that she can hold on without stealing the life from Simon’s body. And stealing it is not an option, because then she’d never make it the rest of the way to the plant.
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Post by silkcut on Dec 21, 2020 12:06:14 GMT
He didn't realize until at the last second that offering this 'villainous' woman he barely knew some thermal provision would be challenging. Although he has better control of his mutation now, Simon still doesn't want to push his limits too far, especially where saving this world is concerned.
The only thing that makes this somewhat bearable is seeing her recuperate at a faster rate he did not expect. It reassured Simon that he's doing the right thing for someone who needs help. And isn't that the point of having powers and special abilities? To give back?
And...honestly, it wasn't all bad. Her closeness leaves him flushed with a pleasant burn that he's doing all he could to contain before it explicitly becomes full-on arousal. Jesus fuck, the worst thing that could happen is if he gets a boner in the middle of what was only supposed to be his way to nurse a wounded 'ally' back to health.
So Simon is actually relieved when he begins to feel the angry cold seeping into his pores as her powers cling to his own, like any parasite would. That should be the literal cold shower he needs to snap back into focus. Instead, the desire to touch her ice becomes more palpable. Oh, shit. Why?! She sounds like nails on chalkboard, and yet his audio hypersense simply thrives better in the frigid wavelength.
"Oh god..." He whispers low as he screws his eyes shut so he doesn't have to look at her even though every nerve ending in his body is screaming to merge with the winter-flavored intensity in her genes.
"Oooooh...goddammit, you're going to burn me out."
Simon clutches her firmly, nails raking through her hips as the digits trail upwards right before he eventually cups her face.
"Come on then, drink me..."
He kisses her slow all while he's flooding her mouth with solar reserves Mojoworld replenished his body with from their last experiment. They contained a fraction of a sun's core, more than enough to fully revitalize the woman back to tip-top shape.
But that, in return, drains Simon from what's been keeping his mutation in check. He forcefully shoves Killer Frost away and heaves while struggling to hold onto anything before his knees could meet the solid ice beneath.
"Oh, fucking hell!" He blinks through the vertigo, gasping out, "You...you need to get me to--!"
They're only a hundred yards away. As soon as the radiation in the air intensifies, Simon calms down, but he can't do any conversion, not at this state. He should absorb everything in that powerplant soon instead, not just to save this world but more so to make up for what his body has lost when he foolishly gave it all to the woman. God, is this how he's going to die?
"Well," he mutters, "At least I got to kiss a beautiful girl even if it's totally killing me right now..."
So much for being a selfless hero.
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