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quickly did a relations thing for sand clocks. still a draft bc theres characters missing (including devon who is like. the 2nd most important character i have no idea how i managed that)
Small little thing wrote of Cerene very quickly. She’s very nice
Cerene Fae + Ade Fraire
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The ceiling was blank and boring, the room was dim with cloudly sunlight barely shining in on the ordinary days. Cerene laid on her back, on the bed, counting the seconds going on. Cerene was..... lonely. She kept getting stuck on 37.... it had been 37 weeks. Close to 9 months, since Chickpea had left. That night stung clearly in Cerene's head, and something about the gloomy day triggered the emotions.
"She's not coming back y'know."
Cerene leaned up, Ade was at the doorway. The older man's hair was knotted up, strands of grey hair was clearly visible against his darker black, almost purple feeling, hair. Cerene frowned, signing. She brought her knees up to her chest, leaning on them as she wrapped her arms around her legs. She stared at the wall, her eyes dropping, perhaps from sadness? Loneliness? God her heart did ache. "She will. Just not today."
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Cerene ran her hand through the ferals clotted hair, her head rested upon Cerene's lap. It pained Cerene to look down at her, seeing the woman in so much pain. She hadn't even been back for a week and now she was stuck in bed, the threat of infection laying thicky in the air. The broken feral had been called on idiot for allowing this. It hurt Cerene what was being said, but they all did have a point. Not an idiot, but surely foolish to lie about a wound that serious.
Though Cerene didn't dare to take her eyes off the large feral. She watched the steady downfall of her chest, waiting in caution for the moment she may have to get up and get her help.
Cerene didn't notice the man standing at the door.
She looked up, her eye brows furrowing as he looked at her with surprise. "I told you so Ade."
Paten squirmed as Ballew held tightly onto the back of their neck, pushing their head down to his level. Sweat dripped down their forehead, awaiting whatever punishment Ballew had set for them
"Paten, do you think that you are better than the other AIs? Because you're more advanced, you can think on your own without problem, you can act on your own?" Ballew spoke into Paten's ear, his grip tightening. It pinched into the back of their neck, painfully.
Quickly, Paten shook their head as they tried their best to put together a proper response. "N-no sir, I may be those things you said, but I'm no better do doing my job as another." Every inch of their bones hoped that they had said the right thing.
Ballew nodded, showing to be making a mental note. "I think differently, you think you're entitled. That you'r-"
"Sir please! I didn't mean to act that way, I just thought it'd b-"
"Shut the fuck up! Don't interrupt me." Ballew scolded, interrupting Paten in return, his grip even tighter than before. "I don't want to hear anything you have to say, you disobeyed me, your boss, the one who owns you." Paten frowned, anxiety pulling them down.
Paten was startled when they were shoved to the ground, the concrete scraped their knees and jolted their wrists. "Tch'. When Thomas said he created an AI better than the others, I thought it was the greatest thing ever, finally a win." Ballew looked down at Paten, disappointment and anger in his eyes. "But he was wrong."
Hands shaking, Paten picked themself up, cowering at Ballew's gaze. Paten opened their mouth to speak, but Ballew beat them to it.
"You aren't to speak, until prompted or asked too, don't forget that Paten." Ballew raised his hand, motioning for Paten to stop. Looking Paten up and down, who looked like an unpresentable mess, smiled. "Do not forget, Paten. You are nothing but a piece of machinery put into some dead girls body."
Ballew sighed, his posture relaxing. Placing a hand on Paten's shoulder, everything in him changed. His furious and frustrated expressions turned soft and caring. This unsettled Paten incredibly, Ballew's ability to go from 0 to 100 back to 0 in seconds.
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