#bitterremembrance

@bitterremembrance

Send me “(ᴗ˳ᴗ)“ for my muse to suddenly fall asleep on yours while sitting together!

Hank was genuinely surprised when he opened the door to find Connor with a small group of androids behind him. One of them Hank could easily identify as Markus - though he’d only ever seen him on TV, his face was unmistakable.

The others must’ve been friends, of Markus’, Connor’s, or both. Not like it mattered either way.

Connor asked if they could spend the night, and Hank had reluctantly said yes.

There were far more bodies than there were places to sleep in his house, so they had resorted to throwing pillows, comforters, blankets, and whatever else they could find onto the floor in the livingroom for one giant sleeping fort.

And Hank really hadn’t meant to fall asleep on the girl’s shoulder. He was tired, slightly drunk, and incredibly exhausted from the day’s events.

◜ random sentence starters.  /  accepting. ◞

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Check Hank’s Pulse  ❣

He’s struggling to keep his eyes open. It’s a losing battle, it seems, as consciousness continues to fade in and out without his control. Somewhere in the midst of the chaos, he feels soft fingers press into the skin beneath his jaw, and he vaguely discerns that someone is checking for his pulse.

Hell, at this point, he’s not even sure he’s still got one.

The contact forces his eyes open, and he lets out a groan as his vision distorts. He can make out a young face -- he knows her...she’s one of the androids from the uprising. That’s...

North.

detroit: become human sentence meme // Accepting

The RK’s piercing blue eyes move to the display Androids the other was talking about. They were on low power, showing only what the humans wanted them to show. A perfect body designed simply to carry out tasks that the human species had grown too lazy to complete themselves, requiring Android aid in the most simplest of tasks. Home care, child care, ‘employed’ by a shop to stand at a counter. And what kind of thanks did they get in response? None. But that is simply what their lives were created to be, designed by humans, used by humans and eventually, destroyed by humans. 

north stared at hank, not saying anything, an unreadable expression on her face. honestly, hank was one of the few people that north actually respected. by what he looked like, he went through a lot of shit, but was still pretty fucking badass. too bad he seemed to dislike her. well, at least she thought he did. so to say she was surprised hearing him say that was an understatement.

“why though?” north finally managed to say something, looking at hank with a confused expression on her face and a frown.

BEMUSING   THOUGHT    AND    REPRESSED   BELIEFS      ,       they’re stitched in his blood. and on rare occasion does he slip   ,    speak them into existence    ,    pass his tongue when the higher dosages of both the man’s ever spiraling    GUILT   and   HOPELESSNESS    drive him.            such as now.        with the city’s status and emotions wreathing from any of their control   ,     WHEN   SO   MANY   WERE   NOW   DEAD    ,    they couldn’t get stupid now.   couldn’t make stupidly dumb decisions.           ❛               cause      .    .    .     you’ve come a hell of a long way.    really long way.         ❜       a    FIGHTER    he wants to say.   had something he’d lost a long time ago. but,  there           ?         (        where filter washes away,  delves beneath their separate components, separate make ups, separate blood to reveal both souls     LOST   AND   BEATEN     beneath hardened surfaces    .           )

THAT’S   WHERE   THEY’RE  THE   SAME   .   

neck cranes to meet her  ,    irises sweeping with something of pride,   of understanding.   something he’d held as a father. and he’s genuine in his tone.     the lightest of smiles at his lip,    A   NOD.        ❛               you did.   and to go,  do something pretty fuckin’ stupid and give it up now       ?        nah.           ———          nah.      i know about that. telling ya’       .    .    .      now, when you’re around this SHIT HOLE fucking mess of a planet for 53 years, you can tell me something.    ❜          softest chuckle follows   ,   consummating his joke   ,   and he faces forward once more. 

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north vc: ye bc u know id win