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divine  collection  /  accepting  from  mutuals↪ @rexblut

DRESSED  IN  A  THIN  LINEN  SHIRT,  hanging  loosely  off  his  shoulders,  head  resting  on  johan’s  bare  shoulder.  connor  laughed  when  the  sweet  words  were  spoken,  so  uncharacteristically  for  the  brutish  looking  man  beside  him.  yet  it  set  his  heart  in  a  rapid  flurry  &  his  cheeks  were  tainted  red  almost  instantly.

       evee can admit that she never much was a very OBSERVANT person, however she did watch the strange new mage with a close eye. no matter how safe of a place haven was for mages, no mage felt completely safe in the presence of templars and that included herself. so it amazed her when mages such as vivienne remained composed in such a place. vivienne reminded her a lot of her mother which prevented her from asking too many questions she was genuinely curious of.

       ‘ you talk a great deal with the templars over there, ‘ she one day commented, referring the templars that often stood behind cullen in front of haven. ‘ they don’t make you nervous at all? ‘

                                                                              @andromedux  ||  CLOSED

HAVEN  WAS  NO  IDEAL  PLACE  -  it  was  open,  yet  condensed  for  the  amount  of  refugees  they  had  taken  in.  too  many  mages  for  not  enough  templars  (  or  maybe  it  should  be  the  other  way  around  for  less  templars  also  meant  less  pressure  on  the  other  mages.  it  should  not  work,  yet  it  did.  connor  was  puzzled. )

smack  him  if  you  can  deal  with  the  consequences  |  @rexblut​

it  wasn’t  a  squeal,  but  it  also  wasn’t  not  a  squeal.  connor  was  startled.  no  more  &  and  no  less

unprompted | @monstriiss

❝ my  name  is  connor.  i  am  the  android  sent  by  cyberlife.  ❞

pre-programmed  lines  left  his  lips  without  his  eyes  leaving  the  screen  in  front  of  him.     fingers  typing  away  the  report     &    only  when  the  paragraph  was  finished     &     the  civilian  had  not  moved  away  did  he  look  up.     he  had  not  met  her  before,  but  her  entry  in  his  database  was  …  distorted.     he  would  have  to  run  a  system  check  soon.

❝ may  i  help  you ?  ❞

somewhere  in  the  back  of  his  circuits  a  notion  peaked  up,  wondering  about  the  greeting  she  had  used  to  approach  him.     he  was  not  a  part  of  the  team.     he  was  no  recruit.     he  was  the  android  used  by  the  dpd.

I am a robot, thoughtless and empty Don't know who sent me, don't know who made me Electric robot, everything's gray now Numb to the pain now, I knew what love was

                                    INDIE. PRIV. highly SEL. EXCL.                                              Connor from d:bh