From my heart and from my hand / Why don't people understand

❛  wherever you go in this world i'll come along.  ❜ ❛  i never wanna see her again. she's so not my friend anymore:  ❜ ❛  you're best friends. can't you two work it out?  ❜ ❛  don't you think it'll be over soon?  ❜ ❛  now what would you like for lunch? looks like we have bread and jam or jam and bread.  ❜ ❛  oh, i'm nobody. nobody at all. just pretend you never saw me.  ❜ ❛  why? what does he want with you?  ❜ ❛  you want me to say no, don't you?  ❜ ❛  okay, okay, i was only trying to protect you.  ❜ ❛  don't even talk about food, my stomach has been rumbling for miles.  ❜ ❛  sorry, that was meant for me.  ❜ ❛  so, you know my name. i wonder who could have told you.  ❜ ❛  is that how you say thank you?  ❜ ❛  we're finally having some good luck, why can't we enjoy it?  ❜ ❛  i can't go any farther. i can't.  ❜ ❛  please, don't argue. you've done enough.  ❜ ❛  why us? why can't somebody else do it?  ❜ ❛  miss her? why would i miss her? we've only been friends for as long as i can remember.  ❜ ❛  i feel like a part of me is gone.  ❜ ❛  i have nothing to say to you.  ❜ ❛  why do i have a bad feeling?  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry, [name]. why did i ever leave? i'm so sorry.  ❜ ❛  we have to stop them, but how?  ❜ ❛  look at that. again you show up just when we need you.  ❜ ❛  you actually think this mad plan will work?  ❜ ❛  you've been playing with me!  ❜ ❛  do you believe in magic?  ❜ ❛  how can you believe what you don't see?  ❜ ❛  not a word about this to anyone.  ❜ ❛  will you stay with us? we can have rooms near each other.  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry for what i said.  ❜

✧     ›    HEAT   &   TEASING   .

My  muse  runs  their  fingers  along  your  muse’s  wrist  absentmindedly,  tracing  slow,  lazy  circles.

My  muse  leans  in,  their  breath  warm  against  your  muse’s  skin  as  they  whisper,  “You’re  enjoying  this,  aren’t  you?”

My  muse  grabs  your  muse’s  waist  to  steady  them,  but  doesn’t  move  away  immediately.

My  muse  catches  your  muse  staring  and  smirks,  tilting  their  head.  “See  something  you  like?”

My  muse  playfully  tugs  your  muse’s  necklace/tie/collar,  pulling  them  just  a  little  closer.

My  muse  brushes  their  lips  against  your  muse’s  ear  as  they  murmur  something  just  for  them.

My  muse  traps  your  muse  against  a  wall,  eyes  dark  with  something  unreadable.

My  muse  challenges  your  muse  to  a  game,  but  the  stakes  are…  interesting..

✧     ›    FORBIDDEN  ROMANCE   .

My  muse  stops  your  muse  in  a  dark  hallway,  their  voice  barely  above  a  whisper.  “If  anyone  sees  us—”

My  muse  shoves  your  muse  against  a  wall,  breathing  heavily.  “Tell  me  to  stop,  and  I  will.”

My  muse  lingers  at  your  muse’s  door,  knowing  they  shouldn’t  be  here.  “One  last  time.  That’s  all.”

My  muse  runs  a  hand  down  your  muse’s  arm  before  pulling  away.  “We  can’t  keep  doing  this…  but  I  don’t  want  to  stop.”

My  muse  is  forced  to  work  with  your  muse,  pretending  there’s  nothing  between  them.

My  muse  warns  your  muse  to  stay  away,  but  the  way  they  look  at  them  says  otherwise.

He paused. If he did this, if he finished the calculations, there would be no reason to keep him around. Or DiMA, or anyone else they still had. He assumed those who fought back and weren't captured died. Or those who were and tried fighting still were... executed. Scraped for parts, as she mentioned.

"DiMA is so special. He's one of the first-- if not the first synths created here. He's evolved from what he used to be. The work we've done..." Faraday suspected he was in a more diminished form here, but still mostly DiMA.

"Tell me... are you jealous that we can think for ourselves? That we realize we're abused children? That you only see us as slaves? Or are you really so heartless and egotistical that everything we do is a credit to you? And everything you disagree with is simply a 'malfunction'? Yes, you created us. But don't you think when a child fears their parent, that is a fault of the parent?"

"Jealous? That is an interesting assumption. An odd one, for sure..." she looked down at her clipboard and wrote something down before continuing. "Children. Slaves. Those are all human terms, which do not apply to you. We created you to be tools for humanity, the way you look an act was suppose to help blend into society. Your kind was never suppose to be a part of it."

"You make us to be indistinguishable from humans are yet you're surprised when we start acting human. My brain was made in a lab. And I do feel and think and love. Whether you want to believe it or not." Faraday shook his head. "That's the only reason I'm risking so much here. Because I want the people I love to have even the remotest chance of being safe. Treated well. Please."

"There is a whole world of actors out there with great voices for Fallout. I mean it kinda bothers me when you have only three Ghoul voices when you could have dozens of gravelly voiced performers padding their resumes with "Video Game VA" Let's be honest. Harvey Fierstein would steal the show if he voiced a ghoul in the game."

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Once it handed over the calculations, she narrowed her eyes as she looked over them. She noticed they were left uncomplete, it was already trying to adjust the terms of their initial agreement. That nearly caused her to break her calm façade.

He paused. If he did this, if he finished the calculations, there would be no reason to keep him around. Or DiMA, or anyone else they still had. He assumed those who fought back and weren't captured died. Or those who were and tried fighting still were... executed. Scraped for parts, as she mentioned.

"DiMA is so special. He's one of the first-- if not the first synths created here. He's evolved from what he used to be. The work we've done..." Faraday suspected he was in a more diminished form here, but still mostly DiMA.

"Tell me... are you jealous that we can think for ourselves? That we realize we're abused children? That you only see us as slaves? Or are you really so heartless and egotistical that everything we do is a credit to you? And everything you disagree with is simply a 'malfunction'? Yes, you created us. But don't you think when a child fears their parent, that is a fault of the parent?"

“I’ve heard of the institute a few times now, nothing ever good sounding.” If he was true in what he was saying then this could be a safe place, somewhere she could at least heal and not have to worry about something or someone wanting a wing.

“Arcadia, actually sounds like a nice place to stay for a bit, if all those people have been safe there. maybe I can sleep with both eyes closed for once.”

“I can let you see the other synth. But you will be separated by glass and you will not be left alone. We still aren’t sure what you two installed into yourselves without authorization.” She took a deep breath, deciding to help a little. If only to keep It calm.

“I would advise you keep control of yourself. Any outbursts from either of you and…well…you know what will happen.”

"I know DiMA will be disappointed in me for doing this. That will be torture enough, if that makes you feel better..."

Faraday began writing, trying to recreate notes he had kept in a journal and terminals no doubt destroyed by the brute force that had entered their sanctuary and destroyed it.

He stopped a few paragraphs in. He left a few formulas unsolved. He needed to see DiMA before completely giving over.

If they were all truly doomed... And she had all but confirmed DiMA was. Or at least the DiMA Faraday knew. Loved.

"What do you plan on doing with DiMA? How... far along in the process are you?"

“What happens to your fellow synth depends on what we learn from you. And what information we can get from DiMA. As you know, it has proven to be quite stubborn and my fellow scientists are growing impatient. Soon the engineers will pull whatever they can, however they can.”

"Of course, he's riled up. He afraid of being dismantled. Of loosing his memories. We all are. Memories are what make a person... Don't you agree?"

The anger seemed to had left him. He wasn't going to get out of this by fighting her, or being angry or stubborn. She had already told him they were going to get information out of him, willingly or by force. At least if he cooperated there was some small chance she would keep her word and let them be roomed together. But he wasn't stupid.

"I want to see him." Faraday's determination returned. Then he took a sharp breath, surprised by his own sudden influx of tears. God, he was so tired. He looked away, knowing she wouldn't have an ounce of sympathy for him. He didn't want to see that impassive, or annoyed look on her face. "I want to see him before the DiMA I loved is gone."

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“Okay Okay, I will play it softly and my bag will muffle it just a lil bit more too.” She nods as he is telling her to grab anything electronic, that wasn’t exactly her strongest area but she figured if it has wires she could just snatch it up.

'I will do my best.“ She said to Faraday confidently. She had her blade ready. "Lead and I will follow, I’ll make sure to watch our back too, just in case we get snuck up on. oh this is exciting!” She giggled.

“Good. Good…” she mumbled as she took her notes. Once he started speaking about unrelated details, she shook her head. “I do not need to know of your encounters with the monstrosities on the surface. I need to know how you found and deactivated those codes.”

Since she needed it to give her detailed instructions, and it was cooperating she decided to show it a little goodwill. Eve accessed the controls to the restraints and shut them off, allowing the synth to move freely. “Write it down. Step by step.” she ordered as she placed a notepad in its lap.

Just then she had a thought. “Are you…hungry? I’m sure we have options far better than that irradiated slop they serve topside.”

If they were all truly doomed... And she had all but confirmed DiMA was. Or at least the DiMA Faraday knew. Loved.

"What do you plan on doing with DiMA? How... far along in the process are you?"