Bloodsoaked Trenchcoat

𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙸𝙴, 𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂.

Pale eyes follow the arc of the hammer as it’s lowered to the ground, a peaceful gesture that even the Tyrant can recognize. The object appears heavy- too heavy for a man of average strength to lift alone so easily.

T-00 huffs another cloud of steam. They are both strong. Perhaps they have yet more in common that remains undiscovered. However the Tyrant maintains its distance, dimly aware that an overeager approach may create undesirable results. Humans—and as the case may be, individuals of human form and mind—tended to startle at its movement.. A reasonable reaction for prey to have in the presence of its predator. It was impossible to tell, at present, where this stranger may fall on such a scale- but nor did it matter. Right now, T-00 wasn’t hunting. 

At least, not for this man- and nor did the stranger’s nonthreatening behaviour indicate there would be a sudden change on that front. So the Tyrant stood, still as some enormous granite statue in the snow, listening intently as he spoke.

The comments were not news. T-00 was always acutely aware of its size, and since attaining freedom, the disparity between itself and the scale of the world around it had only ever become more apparent. Doors required it to bend, stairs and floors creak under its immense weight, objects intended to be handled were so small as to be nearly unusable. The world was not built for beings of its size. And while most people it had encountered did not attempt verbal communication, it took no surprise in the notion that “big” was the first thought they may have.

T-00 took much more interest in the question. It was rare that anyone had ever spoken directly to it, save its handlers, and even then only to verbalize commands to be followed. Very few had ever pursued awareness of its thoughts.

The Tyrant’s lips remained pressed together, grim visage betraying no feeling.. But its mind is working. It has seen people use gestures to perform rudimentary forms of physical communication before- perhaps now may be time to utilize that limited knowledge.

The motion is stilted, unnatural- stiff with inexperience, but T-00 dips its head in a brief, curt nod. It understands.

He stared at the other for a long moment, waiting to see if it was going to respond– if it could respond, in fact.  When the other nodded, he beamed.  It was capable of understanding language and expressing itself.  It was intelligent, he had been right.

“Ah, I knew it.  You’re intelligent.”

He moves closer still, closing the distance between them.  “And I assume you need a place to stay tonight.  Well have no fear, my friend, because it just so happens I have plenty of room.”

He held out his hand, allowing the hammer to snap back into his grip as he slung it back over his shoulder.  “Come on, factory’s this way!”

“You’re still human.”

“You’re not a monster.”

“I don’t see you as a monster.”

“You’re not what they say you are.”

“You are not what has been done to you.”

“Don’t listen to them. They don’t know you.”

“You’re better than you tell yourself you are.”

“The mistakes you’ve made don’t define you.”

“No matter what you are, you deserve to be loved.”

“No matter what you are, you deserve to be protected.”

“I know it’s hard to see past the guilt, but you’re a good person.”

“You look at yourself and see a monster… I see someone beautiful.”

“I’m not scared of you. And its sad that you seem scared of yourself.”

“When I look in your eyes, I don’t see a monster. I see someone in pain.”

“They’re scared of you… because they can’t see past what makes you different.”

“You might not be human anymore, but that doesn’t mean you’re any less of a person.”

Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this   + reverse   to change which muse does which action.

tw for implied violence in some

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver

❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style

❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver

❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance

❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist

❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek

❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead

❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver

❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers

❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed

❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact

❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do

❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss

❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver

❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back

❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder

❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver

❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek

❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face

❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon

❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table

❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall

❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death

He studies the figure before him for a moment longer before he decides to move closer.  The ‘beast’ in question (although he’s beginning to doubt the accuracy of the term) is big– maybe eight feet tall– but he doesn’t seem to be itching to attack.

“You’re a pretty big guy…  Bet you hear that all the time, though.”  The other hasn’t spoken to him– not yet– but he can practically see the wheels turning inside that head of his.  He’s thinking.  He’s intelligent.

This is no beast.

His hammer is slung over his shoulder, but he lowers it to the ground, an indication that he means no harm.

“You can understand me…  Can’t you?”  He’s not sure if the other will answer, or if he can answer, but damn it, if there’s a gap to be bridged here, he’s sure as hell going to try.

This doesn’t look like anything that’s ever come from Miranda’s experiments.  No, if he had to guess, this is one of the viral experiments that he had heard her mention once or twice.  How a virus made this, he isn’t sure…  But then again, a moldy nematode made him, so who is he to question it?

T-00 huffs another cloud of steam. They are both strong. Perhaps they have yet more in common that remains undiscovered. However the Tyrant maintains its distance, dimly aware that an overeager approach may create undesirable results. Humans—and as the case may be, individuals of human form and mind—tended to startle at its movement.. A reasonable reaction for prey to have in the presence of its predator. It was impossible to tell, at present, where this stranger may fall on such a scale- but nor did it matter. Right now, T-00 wasn’t hunting. 

At least, not for this man- and nor did the stranger’s nonthreatening behaviour indicate there would be a sudden change on that front. So the Tyrant stood, still as some enormous granite statue in the snow, listening intently as he spoke.

The comments were not news. T-00 was always acutely aware of its size, and since attaining freedom, the disparity between itself and the scale of the world around it had only ever become more apparent. Doors required it to bend, stairs and floors creak under its immense weight, objects intended to be handled were so small as to be nearly unusable. The world was not built for beings of its size. And while most people it had encountered did not attempt verbal communication, it took no surprise in the notion that “big” was the first thought they may have.

T-00 took much more interest in the question. It was rare that anyone had ever spoken directly to it, save its handlers, and even then only to verbalize commands to be followed. Very few had ever pursued awareness of its thoughts.

The Tyrant’s lips remained pressed together, grim visage betraying no feeling.. But its mind is working. It has seen people use gestures to perform rudimentary forms of physical communication before- perhaps now may be time to utilize that limited knowledge.