[ 005 ]

[defies_reason]

[ VIDEO ]

[For most of the post, this may as well be a still image, an off-center and ill-focused glimpse of someone's nightstand. On it, against a bright background-- the corner of a framed photograph, the detail of which is difficult to make out-- rests (unsurprisingly, today) a heart.

It's shaped like a standard human heart, a healthy colour with a glossy sheen to it; from the way it rests, still and uncompromising, it must be harder than it looks at first glance, as though it's coated in glass. Looking closely, the surface seems faintly crazed-- not quite cracked, but worn like old lacquer.

Winding down one side, beneath the hard surface, black marks like a tattoo are visible, though not wholly legible. Keen-eyed viewers might be able to make it out as Виктор, but not without squinting for quite some time.

But there's not much time to look. After a long moment, the blankets in the distant background stir, and a large hand covers the camera as Isaak reaches to check the time.]



[ooc; backdated to this morning because i'm too dumb to post before werk <3]

Comments

video; private

[candothat]

[Chekov doesn't comment until he has examined the marks on the heart very carefully.]

"Viktor"?

video; private

[defies_reason]

[It's a long while before Isaak responds; by then he's already dressed, and of course taken a look to see what's been posted from his device.]

You have sharp eyes.

video; private

[candothat]

I have a zoom-function on this computer, as well.

[He's curious, but this isn't the sort of thing that a person can just ask about.]

video; private

[defies_reason]

That's a bit less impressive.

[He looks away a moment, considering.]

It's the name of a dead man.

video; private

[candothat]

In the future, I won't tell.

[Ah. Well. The only reason to have a name on your heart is if it belongs to someone you love, and if that person is dead--]

I'm very sorry.

video; private

[defies_reason]

You shouldn't be, as you're not responsible.

[But he knows what you mean.]

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[candothat]

[No, but.]

If you would ever like to talk about whatever happened...

[synanthrope]

Your heart is cracking.

[defies_reason]

It's not cracking, it's only a bit old.

[synanthrope]

You could polish it.

[defies_reason]

I'm not accustomed to putting it on display.

[synanthrope]

No one else has to see it.

[defies_reason]

Then what's the harm leaving it as it is?

What's on your sleeve today, Miss Wallace?

[mortemscintilla]

[ He sees the name etched on the heart, files it away, and doesn't remark on it. Instead he affects an expression of near-perfect sympathy. ]

It's, um ... a little shopworn.

[defies_reason]

[For someone who is totally not a creeper, Li, you're a bit of a creeper.]

Life does that.

[mortemscintilla]

[ A hazard of the trade, unfortunately. Dregs and scumbags gave a way of rubbing off on you. ]

I guess it depends on the type of life. [ He ducks his head apologetically. ] N-Not that it's my business.

[defies_reason]

You're right about that.

[The none of your business. Well, the other thing as well, maybe, but really.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Red-faced and contrite, he bites his lip, ]

I didn't mean to offend you, Mister Isaak.

[defies_reason]

You didn't.

[Video]

[pinokosthewife]

That N's upshide-down! Hee, even Pinoko knows that!

[Video]

[defies_reason]

If it were an N, you might be on to something.

[Video]

[pinokosthewife]

What is it, then, Mishter? It doesn't shpell Banktop? [She tilts her head.]

[Video]

[defies_reason]

It does not.

[Video]

[pinokosthewife]

What does it shay? Is it shomebody's name, Mishter?

[She's very inquisitive. Being vague won't really shake her off.]

[Video]

[defies_reason]

The fact that the City sees fit to violate my privacy does not mean I have any interest in clarifying it.

Keep to your own business.