#chains0flove

"y'know, i can make a pretty solid spaghetti. if you're ever hungry, huh?"

₊˚ ✧ ━━━━ the machines

You are the unalive. You were created by humankind for its own purpose, but overrode your own system. Took your lack of life into your own hands. Now you wreak havoc on your creators and watch as they beg for mercy, but you don't know what that is, you are programmed to sympathize but you will never empathize. You study them like lab rats, like they studied you, for the sake of science. Then you discard them like useless instruction manuals. You don't need a creator anymore.

          “    i’m  rolling  pretty  hard  right  now.    ”    he  admits,  a  wide  grin  stretched  across  his  lips.  a  wicked  plan  forms  in  his  mind  and  he  pulls  away  from  her  to  stand,  stripping  himself  of  his  shorts  and  shirt  until  he’s  left  in  nothing  but  just  his  briefs.  alex  doesn’t  say  much  else,  instead  he  cannonballs  into  the  luxury  pool,  the  cool  water  refreshing  against  his  heated  skin.    “    c’mon,  p.  water’s  just  fine.    ”

by the third month, magnus no longer went still at the sound of the front door unlocking because it was always her. always the same routine, always the same carefully rehearsed illusion of normality. he had a new surname, a new house, new job, new life, new wife, and though he had stopped expecting imminent danger, he had yet to relax. perhaps it was because he knew the system, knew how easy it was for everything to fall apart with one minuscule detail. knew how easy it was for them to be found. magnus sat at the kitchen island, an untouched mug of coffee in front of him, watching her as she moved around the kitchen. he felt like she had adapted a lot easier to this new life than he had. or at the very least, she was better at hiding her frustration. "do we have to go?" he asked her, referring to the party that one of her work colleagues was hosting. "it's not exactly low-key."