#bledwings

        A DELICATE SIGH SLIPS PAST PARTED THIN LIPS   ;   the kiss is over much too soon. However, there is a promise of more   &   better things to come, if he can behave himself now and wait until she is done tending to his wounds   (   and there are oh so many   ). He cannot help but to fidget, mechanical fingers drumming against polycarbonate thighs, cyberoptics glancing at every move she makes. Ah, but can she hurry it up a little   ?   He was never known for his patience.

        ❛   Can’t you just make me feel better now   ?   ❜   And then he misbehaves, lightly casting aside the first aid kit, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He pulls her toward him and onto his lap, where fingers brush aside stray hairs cascading over her face. Hands rest upon either side of her soon after, fingers dancing upon metal.   ❛   Come on, Andi. I’m waiting.  ❜

                    “   me? who’s asking that somehow doesn’t know?   ”

        Heavy footfalls echoed down the hallway until they came to a stop in front of his bedroom’s door. He reached for the doorknob, only to find it locked. A sigh expelled from thin lips as he knocked on the door, once, twice, three times.    ❛   How many times have I told you not to lock the door   ?   ❜   Countless.   ❛   I know you like your privacy, I wouldn’t storm in there without your okay first. Open up.   ❜   What was she up to   ?   Wasn’t like there was much to do in there. His room was a decent size, but not much entertainment was inside save for a few magazines, his laptop   (   which was password protected   ), and a couple of gears on his desk for making crafts.

        THERE IS SO LITTLE FLESH LEFT ON JENSEN, THE SLEEK APPEARANCE OF POLYCARBONATE MILITARY-GRADE AUGMENTATIONS MAKING UP THE MAJORITY OF HIS BODY   —   AND MIND   ;   yes, he is more MACHINE than MAN   —   there are some days when he believes that more than others   (   sometimes, he wishes that it were true   ). For machines did not feel emotions and were not plagued with nightmares. And yet, being with Andromeda in his home, over the course of a few weeks, has stirred up feelings within Jensen he thought to be long dead. Feelings he wished that were. 

        Cyberoptics follow the path of her metallic fingers, sensors in his arms causing a shiver to tingle down his artificial spine. He likes the way she touches him, as if he was still a human, as if his augments were meant to be treated with care   &   affection, not merely to be used   &   abused as a weapon.   ❛   If you say so.   ❜   He doesn’t think much of them, augmentations had never been something of interest to him before they were given to him. He still feels this way even though they are a part of his body and have been for years now. He had never asked for them, they were given to him against his will, and although they are familiar, they are still foreign to him.