I dare you to kiss my PROJECT Zed. >:D
āHey,ā Talon says quietly, drawing a fingertip over the seam of the helmet. Itās perfectly smooth, an indented groove that curves to mimic a jawline, but itās still not the skin that he wants to be touching. āOpen off your helmet. I want to kiss you.ā
Thereās a soft whirr, then a click, and the faceplate of the helmet retracts. Talon leans forwards and pecks a light kiss to the plastic mouth, too fast for Zed to even kiss back, then draws back. He keeps his thumbs on the inside of the faceplate, preventing Zed from closing it, touches his thumb to Zedās mouth to prevent him from asking any questions.
Zedās face was expensive to construct but itās almost a flawless match for the man heād been before he died. Almost.
The synth-skin is too smooth, despite its careful texturing, but the mouth is perfect. Itās the exact right shape, thin and tight with a little scar near the edge that Talon used to love to toy with. His eyebrows are a little too perfectly groomed but the sparse line of dark eyelashes frame eyes that are the exact right shade of red. Zedās eyes are brighter than they used to be, lit up from inside, but the color is right.
Talon stares at Zed and wonders how long it will be before he forgets what Zed looked like before.










