#apocalyptx

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

Henry had been in the middle of just finishing up watering some of the plants in the nursery, setting down the watering can that had been in his hand when he suddenly feel arms wrapping around him. He was caught off guard a moment, only to look down, a softer smile adorning his features.

“Of course you have souls.” And there was no hesitation within that agreement, was there? But then again Arcade really saw no reason for there to be a difference - if a human could do all of those things, as could synths, it surely only meant that they both did. “And if humans have a place to go... perhaps there is a place for your own people too. Perhaps it is even the same place.”

A pause, a moment’s worth of hesitation. “Besides... there are humans who care for synths - and synths who care for humans too. How fair would it be to send them to different places, or one to none at all?” But there was rarely things fair in life, the good researcher knew, but he also couldn’t begrudge another’s hope. “What did.. Glory say? If I may ask.”

or the dark brotherhood ��

▹ INJURED  &  HEALERS  SENTENCE  STARTERS ◃

a throaty cackle erupted from the dying jester, before his laughter turned into pained coughing and choking. blood dribbled from his lips, rushing out of his mouth with each clench of his lungs. he reached up to put his hands over the deep stab wound that had went right into his chest, that put him in this situation in the first place.

his dark eyes wandered up to look at harmony, and he smiled when he realized she actually spoke to him, the mere keeper of the night mother.

" ah, silly listener. you won't lose foolish cicero forever! ",

he tried to reassure the girl by his side. he lifted a bloody hand to try and put it on her shoulder, squeezing it with that last bit of strength he still had left within himself.

" cicero will see you… in the VOID. serving sithis himself-- waiting… "

the smile on his lips was starting to falter, as his body slowly began to slump. suddenly, he looked very, very tired.

" coming… mother... "

INBOX STARTER !

cicero was idly scratching his chin as he attentively watched the listener’s hands, signing her words to him. he just started learning sign language, but it was enough knowledge for him to understand the basic gist of this sentence.

“ hmm… but dear listener, that sounds like such a waste of precious time! “,

the jester said with a nearly mocking tone in his voice. he understood what it was like to feel depressed better than he’d like, but years of repression and insanity made it hard for him to be empathetic– at least not in a way a sane person would be.

“ why would one be sad if there is so much fun to have? like… killing! “

a throaty cackle erupted from the little man as he clasped his hands together, grinning brightly at the girl before him.

HI I LOVE THEM???