#( s.f. ) interactions. ft. daiyu volkova.

[cordiiceps]

—  grand teton mall,  16th july 2044,  with daiyu volkova.  @daiyus​

weary, worn out feet drag the rest of herself home just barely. as carefree as her blasé demeanour portrays her to be, she is not free of the clutches of anxiety. this cold war makes patrols tense and heavy, trust and playfulness becoming rarer by the day. she swears barbosa eyed her up more than once today. she wasn’t sure if he wanted to take a bite out of her or offer up her remains to a volkov. which would be better, is what she is thinking about when she closes the door of her shared room behind her. 

“oh, fuck—” she was supposed to be alone tonight, with demie out on the night patrol. but that has not been the case. not only is someone else sitting on her bed, it’s not just anyone. a volkov. it’s dark in the room, so suri doesn’t clock the gun right away. but as she takes a step closer, “fuck me, scared me shitless. listen, babe, if you wanted to fuck me you could have just—” the light catches the metal and this odd situation becomes a little clearer. but only a little. 

suri stops in her tracks, eyes first locked on the gun, then daiyu’s gaze. possible explanations zoom around the inside of her skull. does she know where i’m from? does she know about the wall? did anso say something to her? or is this about gilbert? does she even know him? “what’s that for?” she asks, never one to bother beating around the bush. 

[cordiiceps]

—  water treatment plant,  22nd may 2044,  with daiyu volkova.  @daiyus​

her anorak is doing nothing to keep the warmth her body generates from disappearing into the cold damp darkness of the plant, but she rubs her arms in a poor attempt at retaining some of that warmth anyway as she strolls away from the rest of the patrol. she didn't bring her watch with her into the storm, so she doesn't know exactly how long it's been since she last laid eyes on daiyu, but it's been long enough now to spark curiosity. 

suri is slow and calm as she scours the plant for the volkova heir, whistling a tune she knows from home as she moves through the darkness with a torch that keeps flickering. fucking water damage. when suri finally spots a figure at the right height, with dark coloured hair much like her own, the whistling stops.

suri approaches the other, making her presence known. “i wondered where you'd run off to. the others are right negative nelly's, aren’t they?” ever the optimist, suri reaches daiyu's side, shining her torch at the machinery the other is looking at. “oh this thing is a right pain in the ass, let me help-” she doesn't give daiyu an option, already reaching over to jam her slim fingers into the stuck mechanism, and with a skilled jerk, it starts moving again, nearly taking off part of her fingers with it. the old machinery groans, and suri pats one of the tanks attached to it. “rough day for you too, huh?” as if it would give her any kind of response. suri turns back to daiyu, a curious glint in her eyes. “could be worse though, like, at least this place is holding its ground. anyway, i like storms. maybe not so much to this degree, 'cause this place sure isn’t my first choice to spend the night. kinda creepy in here, no?”