The voices in her head SCREAMED to be heard.                                                                          Overpowering.                                                             There was no silence to be found.                                      Death followed her like a  shadow and there was no escaping it.                                                           Blood soaked hands forever stained.                                  She appears to be made of porcelain, ready to shatter with a whisper.                             But her demons are nothing compared to her. She’s not made of marble, but

                                                                                                                      STEEL.

“ I think there’s a F L A W in my C O D E ”

send a cuddles + a symbol or send touch plus a number

❋ Cuddling in bed.

✯ Cuddling on the couch.

☮ Your muse using my muse’s chest as a pillow.

☓ Resting against each other back to back.

✪ Cuddling on a recliner.

ø Tangling legs.

✒ Tangling legs while resting at opposite ends of the couch.

♪ Cuddling together for warmth.

✧ First time cuddling together.

ღ Your muse using my muse’s upper back as a pillow.

♮ Your muse using my muse’s lower back as a pillow.

❣ Your muse using my muse’s butt as a pillow.

♯ Our muses wake up in each others arms after accidentally falling asleep.

☺ Your muse uses my muse’s tummy as a pillow.

ッ  Your muses uses my muse’s lap as a pillow.

♡ Our muses rub their cheeks together.

♋ Your muse is the big spoon.

‡ Your muse is the little spoon.

✌ Our muses start to playfully wrestle and it devolves into cuddles.

❂ Your muse just had a nightmare and needs cuddles to fall asleep again.

✉ Giving neck nuzzles.

✆ Receiving neck nuzzles.

♭ Pillow fort cuddles.

✂ Eskimo kisses.

♬ Cuddles and kisses combo pack. 

Shoulder Clasp

Across the Shoulder hug

Hair Ruffle

Gentle headlock

Full body lean

Feet in lap

Head in lap

Hair petting

Ambush hug

Not so ambush hug

Pulling mine into their lap

Cheek kiss

Forehead kiss

Brushing hair out of mine’s face

Fixing shirt collar

Fixing shirt cuffs

Fixing a clothing tag

Tying shoes

Taking off shoes

Carrying while half asleep

Hand holding

Leaning their head on mine’s shoulder tiredly

Absently tracing patterns on the nearest exposed skin

Pushing glasses into place

Offering their drink

Offering their snack

Kissing the back of mine’s hand

Looping their arm around mine’s waist and leaning against mine’s back

Crawling into bed with

Using shoulder as a pillow

Pulling mine’s arm around their shoulder

Hair brushing

Brushing lint off of

Giving a foot massage

Giving a back massage

Giving a scalp massage

Rubbing circles on mine’s back

Sharing a secret smile

Booping the nose

Touching noses together

Resting foreheads together

Resting cheeks together

Sharing a blanket

Taking over mine’s seat while they’re in it

Poking with fingers/toes

Painting mine’s nails

Putting jewelry on mine

Doing mine’s hair

Pinkie promise

High five

Fist bump

Secret handshake

Hipcheck

Pulling mine into a dance

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

It hadn’t been Connor’s intentions to scare the girl, who was quite obviously traumatized by her recent encounter with the deviant. It came to no surprise that the moment she laid her eyes on his LED light, she had shoved him away with all the strength she could manage, only to then topple backwards herself. The android had only taken a few steps back at the force, failing to catch her once more before she hit the ground. She had been quick to begin scrambling away, high heels removed from her feet to be thrown in his direction. His arm had lifted to block the incoming objects, only to then drop his gaze to look at them.

“I would recommend holding onto your shoes and using the heels to stab someone. You would have better results,” he spoke, his gaze trained on the exit where the deviant had fled. He felt compelled to chase after it, but he had clear instructions to stay with Lydia if he found her. The deviant could be tracked and dealt with again later.

“My name is Connor. I’m an android working alongside your godfather, Hank, in the Detroit City Police Department. I’m here to help you,” the android continued, holding out a hand to offer Lydia assistance in getting back up. His voice was soft and calm, adapting to the situation as he saw fit. When someone was panicked, it was best to try to put their fears to rest and talk to them in a way that was more soothing than aggressive or demanding. “Did he hurt you?”

Ensuring Lydia’s safety was what mattered most now. If Lydia was hurt, Connor would’ve considered his task to be somewhat of a failure. His job had been to make sure she was safe and out of harms way, and while she would still be alive, he surely could have done things better and more efficiently. Before the human would even be able to get a chance to answer, three gunshots echoed throughout the building.

“Hank?” Connor called, his dark eyes widening slightly. “Hank, are you–” he began, his sentence cut short by the old man entering through the doorway.

“Yeah yeah, I’m fine. Deviant’s dead,” Hank said, his gaze landing on Lydia before shifting to Connor. “Jesus, is this her?” He looked back to the girl, shock still evident on his features. “I haven’t seen ya since you were just little.” It had been odd to help move Lydia’s stuff into his house, yet then see no trace of her. She’d been taken away almost immediately after arriving, which was indeed a rather unfortunate first experience for her first day here. “Well, introductions are gonna have to wait. I’ll wrap this up and see you later. Conner, take her home,” he said with a wave of his hand.

A concoction of both adrenaline and FEAR coursed through her bloodstream though in came the embarrassment for having merely thrown the pointed shoes at the android rather than just STABBING it. Hell, could a heel even dent whatever was beneath the facade of flesh? Barefoot now and sat upon the filthy ground, her gaze darted away briefly as if to look for an exit. None that wouldn’t have her running around the android and not a move Lydia was about to take. Hell, she hadn’t even made a move to collect her shoes and god only knew what was scattered on the floor that could puncture the exposed skin.

With her godfather. It wasn’t until that moment she took in the very uniform he wore. Not one that some androids wore that worked with police but far from the tattered clothing of the deviant. She had to calm down, had to relax. It worked with her godfather, a man Lydia hadn’t seen since she was only a kid after her parents had moved away from him. Sure, there were cards exchanged but hardly anything more. But after the———  INCIDENT, surely he couldn’t still be working with androids? After COLE———

Lydia started shuffling at that point, moving away from Connor’s outstretched hand to where her heels had clattered on the floor after being hurled at him. Her hands still shook, struggling to even slip them back on but, in the end, managing on her own. It wasn’t until then Lydia realized she hadn’t even spoken a word to this ‘Connor’ yet save for SCREAMING at him.  ❝   ——— Lydia Martin. But you already know that.   ❞  Of course he did. Hell, Lydia wouldn’t even be surprised if he had attempted or even had read whatever file there was on her. Still, it was a struggle to even THINK CLEARLY as her voice still shook.

Her hand rose, running along her neck where both arm and metal had been to feel blood trying and the aching of bruises but far from anything SERIOUS.   ❝   I’ve suffered———   ❞  DEEP BREATH; she had to relax, had to focus on her words,   ❝   I’ve suffered worse in my old chemistry class. Just some scratches and bruises.   ❞  Hell, every three your old child was covered in those as they tried to maneuver around the house.

Lydia could manage.

And then the gunshot, Lydia freezing as she was about to stand on her own. Shit. Shit. Shit. Ice in her veins until a familiar face came into view. Much older and far more greys than she remembered but familiar all the same.  ❝   Kind of hard to see anyone when you move across the country.   ❞  But that had been the choice of her parents, god even knows why. Hell, Lydia had never even had the chance to meet Hank’s son. And all too soon she was being passed onto the android like some CHORE. 

Hank had seemed especially on edge as of late, the old man quicker to snap on Connor than usual. The android had picked up on the behavior and had tried to question him on it, but it wasn’t something he seemed to want to open up about much. However, it wasn’t hard for Connor to guess why after a bit of observing. “Lieutenant, may I ask you a personal question?”

Hank rolled his eyes, hands remaining on the steering wheel. “What the hell, Conner? Another one, now of all times? Jesus,” he grumbled, a sigh following. “Sure, whatever. Go ahead.”

“Your goddaughter is going to be living with you after we find her. You’ve been on edge ever since receiving the phone call. Does that make you uncomfortable?” Connor proceeded to ask, knowing that Hank hadn’t taken anyone under his wing since his son died. He’d just drank all of his troubles away, which was a very unhealthy coping mechanism.

“I changed my mind. Shut up and focus on our task,” Hank replied bluntly.

“Yes, lieutenant.” Turning his head forward to look out the window, Connor sat in silence as they swiftly made their way towards their destination. With enough information gathered and analyzed, it wasn’t hard to track down where Hank’s goddaughter was. Lydia, her name was. Lydia Martin.  Hank had made it very clear that no harm was to come to her, and despite Connor’s task being to take down deviants, he was not allowed to hurt her in the process. He had never planned to in the first place, confident that he would be able to get Lydia to safety and deal with the deviant android.

It wasn’t long before the pair had reached their destination: a run down building with a chain link fences broken in multiple places, making for easy entry. After getting out of the car, they proceeded through the fence and into the building. Hank had his gun in his hand, prepared to shoot if needed. Connor, too, was equipped with one, but was focusing on analyzing his surroundings to follow the trail.

“There is both blue blood and red, meaning an android and a human had both been bleeding. It’s no more than a day old,” Connor explained after having dipped his fingers in the liquid before bringing it to his lips to taste it. Hank was always disgusted by it, but it was simply how Connor’s functioned worked. “It was a minor injury.” The blood trail was few and far in between, meaning that whatever wounds inflicted weren’t life threatening to either of them. Hank had branched off to follow another trail, telling the android to give him a shout if he found anything else or needed help.

After rounding a corner, Connor was met with the sight of a girl in an android’s grip, a knife held to her throat while her back was to him. He had a crazed look in his eye, the other one missing and his skin appearing visibly roughed up. Upon further analysis, Connor’s LED light turning yellow as it processed the information, he discovered that the girl was in fact the one he’d been looking for, along with the deviant.

“Don’t come any closer,” the deviant spoke, his grip on the knife tightening. “I’ll–I’ll kill her. Stay where you are,” he warned, only to have a gun raised in response. Immediately, he panicked, releasing Lydia from his hold to roughly shove her at Connor in an attempt to knock him off balance. It hadn’t proven to be successful, the brunet catching the girl with ease and quickly steadying her.

@deathlywails

Being captured by a DEVIANT hadn’t exactly been on her list of things to do. She’d heard a scuffle, had barely had time to even glance over when both arm and knife had wrapped around her neck. A hostage by something most wouldn’t even consider ALIVE. Moving, forced to follow and several times the blade had dug into her skin as some sort of warning. Other times, it would hold too tight around her neck so the young woman could barely even BREATHE. It was all almost a blur, her mind struggling to comprehend it all and focusing on only one thing: its own SURVIVAL.

Even if that meant listening to some sort of deranged android.

Finally, it was as if it had found some sort of safety in the ruins of a house. Pausing though the redhead didn’t dare to move. Not just yet. Its arm still locked around her in a grip that she wouldn’t be able to break free from, Lydia could only find solace in that it was no longer CHOKING her out or the blade digging even further into her neck for surely any more and it might sever an artery. Still panting, gasping for air she had been deprived of, there was hardly any time to make up for it.

Footsteps and almost immediately its grip had returned. Her heartbeat pounding against her chest, a sign that she was, for now at least, ALIVE. Funny how addicting that normal bodily function could be when a fucking knife was pressed to your neck. The android hadn’t even come up with any sort of demands, its mind too convoluted and DAMAGED to properly form one save for escape. But it was very clear its escape route hadn’t worked when a figure swam into her blurred vision. It was only the threat to kill her that really registered in Lydia’s mind. If the other had even spoken, she wasn’t truly aware. The sound of blood rushing in her ears distorted it all, air getting ever harder to breath and the slight sting of METAL into flesh———

And then, all at once, it was gone. 

Lydia was pushed forwards, ready to topple until hands grasped hers. It was a struggle, breath coming in desperate pants as she tried out to make out the face of the new arrival, to determine who might have saved her life. But when green eyes landed on that LED, all rational thought left her. Any thoughts of a RESCUER fled her mind and still just thoughts of the deviant. A scream lefts her lips and, with what strength she could muster, the woman had pushed the new android away, sufficiently falling backwards without its assistance. A mad scramble away as if her life still depended on it from where she was on the floor.

(   send  me   ‘  💔  ’   to  generate  the  angsty  way  that  our  muses  kiss.  feel  free  to  specify  a  number  or  who  is  kissing  who  if  you’d  like.   )

a  kiss  when  it’s  not  wanted.

a  kiss  when  it’s  not  allowed.

a  violent  kiss.

a  bloody  kiss.

a  lying  kiss.

a  kiss  as  a  warning.

a  kiss  on  an  injury  your  muse  gave  to  mine.

a  kiss  on  an  injury  my  muse  gave  to  yours.

a  kiss  accompanying  your  muse  injuring  mine.

a  kiss  accompanying  my  muse  injuring  yours.

a  drunk  /  drugged  kiss.

a   ‘  goodbye  ’   kiss.

a   ‘  please  ’   kiss.

an   ‘  i’m  sorry  ’   kiss.

an   ‘  i’ll  be  back  ’   kiss.

a  kiss  to  gain  control.

a  kiss  to  give  up  control.

a  kiss  that  draws  blood.

a  kiss  with  tears.

 ❝   Ah, yes. He was the NICE one.                                                Always said BUENOS DIAS————                            MAY HE REST IN PEACE.   ❞