VIKTOR KOVACS
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Post by VIKTOR KOVACS on Feb 4, 2023 18:31:46 GMT
The bolt creaked, but he gave it one last half turn anyway. Better a battle to loosen it the next time than having it come loose in flight. After all this time sat idle there was a greater chance of it happening anyway. Month after month spent in this town, believing that this was the place they could settle, convinced by Harmony not to go again, their way out rotting until it probably couldn’t take them anyway. Nagyanya would have regretted ever entrusting him with the pack, nagyapa rolling in his grave in disgust at what he had done for his pack.
Viktor scowled, fingers running over the bolts again. One last check, each was tight, the new magnetos – turned up by the scrap yard owner after all – seated properly. Everything that had absolutely needed replacing done.
”Indítsd a motort,” he called towards the cockpit. They’d all been trained well enough as kids to handle the controls in an absolute pinch, even if he’d been the one to take to it most. Alex was capable of doing as he asked, while he kept an eye on everything here. Aliz would’ve done it as well, but he’d left her back in town with Eniko, ostensibly to start gathering supplies for when they were ready to go, really to avoid her ‘I told you so’.
The vibration began to rumble through the body of the plane, the engine’s whine rising in the air. Yes! The magnetos hadn’t been duds after all, they’d get them out of here. Away from the place that had almost killed him. A poisonous town that had only encouraged those men to lay their hands on her. In a different place, one more like home, there would be nobody to hurt her again, all that bloodied her, bloodied him, slowly vanishing from even their minds.
For the moment the sting remained, like the tiny threads of steel wire that buried their way into your skin like splinters, irritating, burning, until they worked their way free. Every word out of Harmony’s mouth another burrowing its way into his chest, the poison she’d threatened him with dripping from each, designed to hurt. No amount of those quills would have stopped him from getting close in the end, he would’ve waited until she trusted him far enough, but she’d had to prove that there was no soft belly beneath them, no heart at all to be torn up by what had happened in that alleyway. There was no way to sear those wounds from him the same way Harmony had the hunter’s poison from his flesh.
He shrugged his shoulders, imagining the still healing line of the wound scored across his side. It had gone, like she had, vanishing physically, but remaining inside all the same.
Fuck!
Lost in her again, he’d drifted, eyes staring at the open compartment instead of seeing what was in it, or listening for the shriller edge of warning in the whine of the engine. Sparks exploded out of it, snapping his head back to avoid them. Viktor slammed the hatch shut as the smoke began to roll up, trying to shut off its access to oxygen as he snatched for the fire extinguisher bolted to the wall. Old, maybe too old, but it was all he had. ”Shut off!” he roared to Alex. ”Most zárd le!” He tore the hatch back open one handed, the crackle of flames intensifying as he tore the toggle seal from the extinguisher. No. He wasn’t about to lose the plane now. It was their only way out, the only part of nagyanya left.
The powder exploded out, leaving him choking on it as it filled the hatch, mixing with the smoke until the rear hold of the plane was filled with that white cloud. After a minute the extinguisher ran dry, but it had been enough. Now only the choking stench of burned wiring drifted out into the air.
Viktor roared again, twisting to throw the empty extinguisher across the hold. It hit the metal lining of the plane, cracking – the canister, the plane, he didn’t know which, did it matter which? ”Bassza meg a jegesmedve! Mi a faszért csinálod ezt?” He turned back, slamming a fist into the wall of the plane beside the hatch. Flattening his hand out, he leaned in, breathing hard, but not hard enough to cover the sound of his brother’s approached. ”Not you, engine,” he panted. ”Cockpit OK?” His face was still in those granite lines, the colour high in his cheeks as he glanced aside at Alex. ”Sorry.” It wasn’t about his brother, wasn’t even all about the engine, but the one thing he wanted to fix had walked away and left him with no way to chase her for now, because the one thing he did have left to do that with had just broken again.
Tagged: ALEX KOVACS * Word Count: 815 Translation: Start the engine / Shut it down now! / Damn it! / Why the fuck are you doing this? |
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ALEX KOVACS
Warlock
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my lungs taste the air of time, blown past falling sands.
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Post by ALEX KOVACS on Feb 11, 2023 16:36:38 GMT
 here lies a toppled god, his fall was not a small one
The pilot seat creaked under him as he shifted his position for the umpteenth time, feeling rather uncomfortable despite the fact that Alex had always loved being in the cockpit. Maybe his discomfort came from the fact that it felt like they were going to leave without Harmony. Call him a brainless boy, but he'd grown attached to Harmony, had grown used to her presence, no matter how fiery it was.
If anything, it was that fiery presence that warmed his once cold body. Each time he thinks of her, he thinks of the day that she laid down with him and comforted him after a nightmare had almost swallowed him whole. Now, every person he sees with blond hair or strikingly blue eyes, he's immediately reminded of Harmony and each time, the pain in his heart grows stronger and he immediately starts missing her even more. Alex snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his brother's voice instructing him to start the engine. Alex cleared his throat and shifted once more but this time so that he could lean forward to start the engine and it was the rumble of the engine that brought him comfort as his smile began to form on his lips.
He had missed the sound of the plane coming to life and just by being in the pilot's seat, he found himself emerged in fond memories of his nagyanya and nagyapa and just like that, his smile turned a little sad as he faintly brushed his fingers against the controls, remembering how they had taught him what each one meant. He missed the sound of their voices, missed their comforting touches and their kind words. He missed them in ways that made his heart ache and he didn't wish for Harmony to become yet another memory that he was doomed to think back on with a bleeding heart and a sad smile.
With how lost he was in his thoughts, he failed to catch on the warning signs and it was Viktor's voice that immediately had him turning off the engine with a soft curse falling from his lips. He flinched slightly at the sound of Viktor throwing away the fire extinguisher. You see, Alex wasn't the only one in pain over Harmony leaving, but Alex was the only one who seemed to want to do something about it, though. It was the sound of Viktor slamming his fist into the wall of the plane that finally got him moving. Alex released a soft sigh as he climbed out of the plane to go and check on his brother who didn't seem to be doing too well. His anger was difficult to ignore, but Alex knew it wasn't directed toward him and even if it was, Alex had already forgiven him for it. "I know." He assured him in a soft voice as he moved to stand beside his brother.
"Yes. Everything's okay. Might take us a little longer to fly it, though." Especially with the most recent damage. But, he knew that his brother was capable of doing anything if he put his mind to it, so this stubborn plane won't be able to hold onto its stubbornness for long which was why Alex felt like he was running on borrowed time. He'd have to convince his brother to go after Harmony soon. They can't leave without her, they just can't.
He moved his hand to let it rest on his brother's shoulder when he apologized. He gently shook his head before offering him a small smile. "Do you want to talk about it?" Alex questioned. He wasn't talking about the issue with the plane, but instead he was talking about the gaping wound in his brother's heart in the shape of a certain blonde who had left. "I do not know what your relationship with Harmony is, but you..." Alex trailed off, trying to find the right words to describe what he wanted to say. "Megengedett, hogy hiányozzon." You are allowed to miss her.
"Hiányzik." I miss her. Alex added a moment later, his eyes searching for his brother's. "A csomag része. Ő egy közülünk. Nem mehetünk el nélküle, testvér. Kérlek, ne menjünk el nélküle." She's part of the pack. She's one of us. We can't leave without her, brother. Please, let's not go without her. Alex gnawed on his inner cheeks as he allowed a beat or two of silence to stretch between them.
"Perhaps this is a sign. That we should not leave without her." He made a gesture toward the engine, unable to deny the fact that he was feeling just a little grateful for the fact that their plane had broken down because if it had worked, then they would've left without her and he didn't want that. "That perhaps... You should go after her."
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VIKTOR KOVACS
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Post by VIKTOR KOVACS on Feb 16, 2023 21:08:24 GMT
Three miles outside of Jäkkvik the fuel pump had failed in mid-air. Just a week after he had left the island. Alone, still feeling like the spirits of his grandparents were lingering in the plane, even though their bodies had been given a decent burial, like some part of him had been left there with them. Fighting for control of the plane on his own, arms straining to keep the nose up. He’d expected to die. They’d never had a failure in flight before. Nagyanya had always kept the plane in perfect shape. More than 70 years since they’d stolen it and it still flew without fail. Checks done before every flight, as he’d done that time, the plane sailing through them, as it had done this time, and after she’d been ripped from them …
He'd come down hard at the side of a lake, the ground barely flat enough, clear enough for him to make the emergency landing, and as he’d done this time, Viktor had let his temper spill out. Tears burned their way down his face, his fist slammed into the wall of the hold, leaving a smear of his blood there, within inches of where he’d cleaned theirs from. Nobody to talk him down, no way out of his anger and frustration until it had disappeared, like the wound. Grief and anger at himself had been to blame, although there was nobody to admit it to. Was it so different this time?
Like the cargo plane, he thought he’d known Harmony. Every inch of her body, most facets of her emotions – some so sharp she had cut him with them – as much of her past and what she wanted for the future as he thought she would let anybody seen. Like the plane she had failed him.
Telling them all she had gone had stolen something more from him. Viktor glanced his brother as he appeared from the front of the plane, feeling like he needed to apologise for it again on top of everything else. It hadn’t been enough that Harmony had spent all those months playing mind games with him, she’d had to tie him up in knots when one single promise would’ve convinced him that she hadn’t done to him what she’d done to those others. You love me. An order he had followed, even if he’d believed it had been those little shoves that had pushed him into it, like they had done her bed – their bed. It would’ve been easier somehow to realise he’d been duped into it, than he’d started to feel that way himself. Accusing her of it had cost his brother someone too.
His breathing slowing, Viktor dragged his hands over his face, brushing away the bitter powder that frosted his skin the same way his freckles were usually scattered over it. ”Shouldn’t lose temper,” he admitted hoarsely. Only how did you hold onto it when everything mistake you’d made was staring you in the face with that great gaping hole.
Harmony would’ve been sitting in the cockpit, not on the hard floor of the plane. Complaining about the wait. Why did he have to mess with the plane when they weren’t taking off from this town yet? She’d been his tether here, the chocks beneath his wheels to stop him from going everywhere. Viktor’s laugh was strained at Alex’s answer. Now it was the neglect working its way deeper into the engine that held the, back. ”Persze!” Of course. The plane was just going to add to his misery, all that they needed. More things to try and fix, more time for Harmony to come back, her temper spent, the same way his would eventually be.
Viktor felt his brother’s hand on his shoulder and stiffened slightly. He gritted his teeth against the feeling of comfort it brought – as the big brother, the alpha, that was supposed to be his job. ”You mean about her?” There should’ve been no question there. About her, obviously. Harmony was the splinter at the centre of the wound that was festering now. ”Nem kellene. Nem akarná, hogy megtegyem.” When she found out that he had she would throw it in his face the way she did everything else. Viktor, supposed to be so hard, so tough, but soft as marshmallow inside. Pathetic. Were you not supposed to be soft when you cared for someone though, it was what nagyanya had sworn had drawn her to the man who had taken her in and saved her life. Strong, tough when he had to be, but soft for her.
What had his relationship been to her in the end? Just someone for her to use? Throwing him aside when he’d questioned it, just trying to find out whether the ground would fall away beneath him or not? No. Even she knew it had been more than that, something else had been there between them. It had sharp edges, but when she came back to fight again they would soften them. Rusty brows drew together as Alex pleaded with him. He thought they were going before…?
”Nem.” No.
He held his hand up to his brother, waving the idea off. Viktor’s frown grew heavier, his expression hardening. Not from anger, that had bled away for the most part as the burns on his fingertips had vanished. ”Where I look? She reopen wound, put me down, she walk when I can’t argue. I wouldn’t … Részünk volt, de mindent elrejtett. Tudta, hogy mit tehet?” He’d have said that he couldn’t leave without her, but that was a given. He’d saved her life once, had tried to again before she had returned the favour. You didn’t leave someone you still owed that to behind, you didn’t leave someone you cared about behind, even if she’d rather chew off her own hand than let you take it.
Tagged: ALEX KOVACS * Word Count: 983 Translation: I shouldn't. She wouldn't want me to. / She was a part of us, but she hid everything. Did you know what she could do? |
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ALEX KOVACS
Warlock
Posts: 31
Status:
Single
Played by:
noe
my lungs taste the air of time, blown past falling sands.
Last seen Nov 19, 2024 19:33:03 GMT
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Post by ALEX KOVACS on Feb 20, 2023 20:53:24 GMT
here lies a toppled god, his fall was not a small one
Alex gave a gentle shake of his head as if to reassure that Viktor that he could get angry if he wanted to. Alex would never hold it against him nor would he ever judge him for it. If anything, Alex would understand. Sometimes it was far too easy to let everything pile up and then wind up erupting at the slightest inconvenience. He couldn't help but wonder if it was the same thing for Viktor. "It's okay." He reassured him again, his lips stretching into a brief smile before he shook his head. "I understand." Alex added a moment later because he didn't want his brother to feel as though he was letting Alex down by displaying his anger, he didn't want his brother to think that he always had to keep his feelings under control for their sake.
"Viktor..." Alex trailed off with a soft sigh falling from his lips. "Breathe." His eyes relaxed on his brother, watching him for a moment or so. "I stay and work on the plane. It will be good as new." Alex promised with a quick nod of his head following, his eyes still focused on his brother, watching him quietly for a moment or so. Despite his brother not saying much about Harmony's disappearance, he could tell that he was deeply affected by it. They do say that those who appear unbothered by most things are the ones who feel the most and he had a feeling that if there was someone who deeply bothered by the gaping hole left behind in the shape of a smaller blonde, it would be his brother then he would be right after him.
Alex nodded his head slowly as if to confirm that he was talking about Harmony. He tilted his head slightly to the side at his brother's next words before he released a soft sigh. "De mi van, ha megtenné?" But what if she would? He watched his brother for a moment before he slowly crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You two. Very stubborn. But..." Alex trailed off, his eyes moving away from his brother for a moment to look at the plane before looking back at his brother. "Perfect, for each other."
Alex pressed his lips together into a thin line when his brother held his hand up, his refusal was deafening but he still listened to his brother as he spoke, his expression shifting into something pained before he shook his head. "Yes." He replied in a soft voice. "I did feel that it was not easy for her, to talk about it. So I did not push."
"I realize now that I never asked first because Nem számít, hogy ő milyen.. She'll always be special to me. She could be a horrible monster and I'd still think of her as my closest friend. I look at her and don't see someone I should be scared of. Maybe someone I should be scared for. But never of." it does not matter what she is.
"I — I don't know where to look, but..." Alex trailed off with a small frown tugging at the corner of his lips. "I think trying is what really matters. If you show her she is missed, maybe..." Ah, that was wishful thinking, wasn't it? Even if, he wanted to hold onto it and never let go because what if...
What if it encouraged her to come back?
"Maybe she will come back." Alex concluded in a soft voice. If it were up to him, he'd leave those little missing posters everywhere in town so that maybe she could see it one day and know that someone out there cared that she was gone, someone out there missed her and longed for her to come back. But he wasn't the one who should bring her back, he wasn't the one with a shattered heart, was he? Even if his heart did hurt and bleed for Harmony, it wasn't to the same extent as his brother's heart did. "You and her need to talk. Békésen. Talk it out. Be becsületes." Peacefully. Honest.
"But for now, look for her. If not for her, then for me."
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VIKTOR KOVACS
Werewolf
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Posts: 66
Played by:
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Last seen Nov 3, 2024 20:01:13 GMT
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Post by VIKTOR KOVACS on Mar 2, 2023 22:16:24 GMT
It’s okay. His little brother’s quiet acceptance, his understanding, wrung a huff of breath out of him. It cut the knots on the ropes it felt had been slowly choking the air out of him since the first kick had landed him on that alley floor. Isten. God. He could’ve torn the entire plane apart, taking away any chance of them flying out of there – with Harmony – and Alex still would’ve reassured him. Like he was the big brother, the Alpha capable of showing restraint and wisdom. If he had been born wolf like the rest of them, the title would’ve passed over him, Alex’s eyes flashing red on that plane instead of own.
Regrets stacked up inside of him like the wood they used to cut for the winter, waiting to burn just as hot. The only thing stopping them from bursting into flames were Alex’s gentle orders. Breathe. Viktor tried again, found it was easier than it had been – barely. He touched his tongue to his upper lip and shook his head, his gaze skittering around the plane. ”Not today. Not soon even. Too many problems – bang, one, two, three…” He chopped his hand through the air, fingers aimed at the wires, then at the floor plates he would have to tear up one by one to trace the damage that had been created, at the outer wall of the plane, where he’d be lucky if he hadn’t created a hole through to the outside. Small, but deadly, like the wound the hunters had carved into him. If he or Alex tried again, the chain reaction would stop any chance of the plane flying soon enough that he could use it to find Harmony if she really had rushed far away from the place she had sworn would be good for them.
She’d left that Harmony shaped hole behind in it, in him. Alex could see it too, knew what was bothering him without him even really answering the question he’d thrown back at him. What if every word Harmony had cut at him with like a weapon had been true? Him holding her here, forcing her to stay to fill a hole in his life, seeing only what he had wanted to. Viktor hummed, scratching sooty fingernails through the scruff of auburn hair. ”Not as stubborn as her,” he grumbled, but he was already frowning, feeling that heat catch in his chest at a different way at his brother’s observation. He met Alex’s gaze, his brows drawing together. ”She say I force her stay. Nem úgy tűnik, hogy itt akart lenni velem, igaz?” That didn’t sound perfect. It was … toxic that way, the same way Harmony’s poison was. Working its way between the two of them until everything was rotten.
The hunter’s blade had started it, opening up the wound that could fester. Harmony had tried to burn it out, but it was all too late to stop the rot from spreading so far that they could see it. Viktor dropped his head, seeing the way Alex’s lips thinned as he tried to push his head aside. His throat ached with it, the thought that Harmony had allowed someone else to see what dumb little Viktor was not allowed to. ”Nem mondtad el.” For Harmony’s sake, his brother had held onto the secret, the same way he had all those soft little admissions Harmony had slipped into his hands on her birthday. ”I did,” he managed hoarsely. ”Push and push, too far.” His fingers curled into his palms as he remembered the way he’d thrown her down, trying to show her how little he was like those other men, showing the opposite instead.
Alex hadn’t tried to be like any of them. He’d been himself, open, caring, accepting Harmony for who she was without question. The absolute opposite of Aliz, who’d only looked at her with suspicion. His brother was right, not that he had the words to tell him that. ”I was never scared of her,” Viktor agreed hoarsely. Scared for her was right. What those men could do to her, what she’d had to do to protect herself. Reaching out, he gripped his brother’s shoulder and squeezed. ”She deserve friend like you … pack …” Harmony might have spat at the idea, but from the moment he’d rescued her in Budapest, that was what she had been.
Teeth raking his upper lip, Viktor took a half step back. Maybe his brother was too wise, nudging in that quiet way that none of them had a hope of resisting. He looked away, shoving his hand into the pocket of his jeans, feeling the hard lump of his phone there. Had Harmony taken hers? Would she even read a message if he sent it? Soft Viktor forcing out those words to get another hook lodged into her. He could picture her rolling her eyes at the screen, that look on her face like the very words would make her sick. No, he didn’t want to give her that opportunity. ”Maybe,” he said hoarsely.
The laughter wanted to bubble again as Alex encouraged him to talk it out with Harmony. What had happened in their motel room had only confirmed that talking was exactly where their problem lay. It was never done peacefully, always screamed at one another, the heat rising until it bubbled over and then the only thing burning up was him.
Viktor took a step back, stooping to slam the hatch back into place. The flames were out, everywhere except his conscience. ”Grab things,” he told his brother, gesturing back towards the cockpit to encourage Alex to pack up. ”We go.” He did just that himself, jamming tools back in their right places, setting the ruined extinguisher aside, hovering impatiently at the hatch until his brother appeared again. ”Where we start … you know Harmony, hova menne?” Where would she go. Other than away from here, he didn’t have a clue, but Alex had listened to her, he understood people instead of just seeing what he wanted to. Unlike him.
Tagged: ALEX KOVACS * Word Count: 1016 Translation: God / Doesn't seem like she wanted to be here with me, does it? / You didn't tell me / Where would she go? |
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