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Connor was—- troubled. He had to fight Amanda all day today. Connor’s face was mutilated. He had to knife his face to get Amanda to stop. Amanda knew Connor would kill himself any moment. Connor’s face has a few cuts, one is still slowly leaking blue blood like a peaceful stream.

The Leader tilted his head slightly to the queue of his name. He assumed it was someone talking about him… or maybe he’s going insane— maybe Amanda is playing tricks on him again. Connor elegantly turned to look at the other, he greeted the man with a warm smile, but in the leader’s glazed brown eyes—misery.

He listened to the ex-Trace. The second Connor locked eyes with him memory files cracked up.  At the Eden Club… those two Tracis, and he, the only Trace. He remembers that day so vividly, it was the day he admitted to himself was a  D E V I A  N T.

“ you felt empathy, connor: that’s a human emotion.” Hank’s voice rung in his ears like church bells.

The brown eyed Android took steps closer to Apollo as he spoke — ‘ Apollo, there was no other choice. That day, that was the day I felt my first emotion… Empathy. I just locked eyes with you and the other Tracis and I just saw it. I saw the pain. ‘ a bit of blue blood dripped into Connor’s mouth, and Connor went to swipe it away, the leader continued, ‘ It was that day I realized no matter what we’re made out of, flesh or metal, we were created by people who are capable of the most intelligent and loving acts… yet also capable of sheer pain and hatred. ‘

Connor took his hand out to give Apollo a firm, comforting handshake. 

‘ It’s alright now, you’re safe with me, here in Jericho. ‘

<!—— the sight of blue blood still sent a jolt through apollo. he hated it. so many of his brothers and sisters hauled away, stained in it. made to be broken. god. he was terrified for connor. he was terrified for all of them, really, but especially their leader. connor had been through so much, seen so much, and yet still managed to hold himself together despite it. lesser men would have crumbled. though instinct told him to wipe that blood away himself, apollo held back. he hated being touched. despised it with the passion he despised that now-defunct club every time he thought about it. why would he touch anyone else?

connor’s story, his explanation, lifted a weight apollo didn’t know he was carrying. the former-trace smiled, just a bit--because the smiling was hard. you were programmed to always smile, always be inviting, but the smiling hurt after a while. “humans are... complex.” he admitted. “so many of them came to us to use us like objects, but then, after i ran, i found a home with the brownings and... they couldn’t have been more different.” they’d been his family. they’d named him. cared for him. dressed him. dr. browning had called him his son the day apollo left. 

[system status: 92% run diagnostic? y/(n)]

<!—— most of the survivors had taken it hard. apollo wasn’t one to lie--markus’ death, north’s and josh’s and everyone else’s... there was a pain there, something he’d not felt since the night he left eden club and the memories had swamped him. their new leader might not have been a markus, a north, a josh, a simon. their new leader was whip-sharp and cunning. 

apollo couldn’t place where he’d seen this android before. somewhere in the banks of memories long blocked out, long encrypted. but that morning, rousing himself from sleep mode, apollo remembered it. 

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tagged by: borrowed from @hectcr​ tagging: WHOMSTEVER i’m doing this on connor too but a LOT OF STUFF WILL BE CROSSED OFF

✧ INCLINATIONS/HABITS:

is submissive | is dominant | prefers to top | prefers to bottom | likes to switch | identifies as heterosexual | identifies as homosexual | identifies as bisexual | identifies as pansexual | identifies as demisexual | identifies as asexual | enjoys sex with men | enjoys sex with women | enjoys sex with multiple people at one time | initiates | waits for partner to initiate | spits | swallows | prefers sex in the morning | prefers sex at night | prefers sex any time |  no sex drive | low sex drive | average sex drive | high sex drive | hypersexual

✧ BODY/APPEARANCE:

small build | medium build | athletic build | muscular build | curvy build | voluptuous build | wears boxers | wears lingerie | goes ‘commando’ | shaves / waxes | doesn’t shave/wax | cup size a-c | cup size d-f | 1-5" in length | 6-9" in length | 10" or over in length

✧ SOUNDS:

is silent/makes little to no sounds | is very quiet | is very loud | grows in volume over time |bites hand/partner/pillow to muffle themselves | calls out partner’s name | curses | fakes/exaggerates | prefers a quiet partner | prefers a loud partner | is turned on by dirty talk | is turned off by dirty talk

✧ TURN-ONS/KINKS:

                 is this how you want to be remembered ??

                                ind. pri. sel. d:bh oc (hr400 model)

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‘    you know about us ?     ‘    he seems surprised,  other androids were often uninterested or didn’t even know they were a thing; they had better things to do.  but then again— this android seemed different than most he had encountered; he seemed FREE, no humans near him he seemed to belong to.   hands slide into his pockets, resting them there for the time being.     ‘    you could come back with me to the studio, i’m sure they won’t mind you handing around for a bit.  i don’t think it’s best to stay here either.    ‘ 

eyes dart to the clenching fists,   makes his led roll back into the gold it had been not too long ago—- perhaps he was nervous ?   maybe something he did unconciously,  he just knows it makes HIM nervous aswell.      ‘   i don’t think you’d have to kill,   you’re good looking.   have you tried submitting photos of yourself ?    ‘

<!—— "i do. when i--” he cleared his throat. “... when i was... serving my primary function, i heard one of my customers talking about some new line of androids. i think they were a cyberlife employee, now that i think about it. you don’t follow the usual modeling protocol for the HR series, or any other series i knew of, so i... assumed.” this was going south. so. fast. “i mean--i deviated. so i’m... yeah. pitifully awkward at this kinda stuff.”