#iris drabbles

“Hi, pretty.”

“Hey, handsome.”

You bathed in the serene quiet and watched the sun dip beneath the skyline of the city, a gradient of pink and yellow painting the evening sky. One hand on the wheel, the other rested on your thigh, absentmindedly drawing circles with his thumb. You took his hand in yours, adoring the way his callouses brushed against your palm and intertwining your fingers. Pressing a kiss to the back of his hand, you smiled softly at him and he flashed a blindingly bright grin. 

“You love me?”

You snake your arms around his body and lean against his back. He sets the wooden spoon down, lacing his fingers in yours and brushing kisses across your knuckles. The wonderful aromas of dinner and his cologne overwhelm your senses. “Have I told you how much I love you today?”

“Mhmm,” he hums contently, turning to face you and moving your hands from his waist to his shoulders, pulling you closer by your hips. He presses his forehead to yours, briefly pulling away to lower the burner heat behind him.

“But I’d love for you to tell me again.”

“It is funny, baby.” Crouching in front of you, he gently untangles your crossed arms, only for you to cross them again. He pulls away a respectful distance, readying his final negotiation card. “If you’re really angry, then I’m sorry. I can leave for the night–”

“Stay.” He’s stupid but you’re not mad enough to let him go. 

“Stay?”

“Stay.” 

“A maverick is irreconcilable without cure. A virus

Irreversible damned from which there is no return. That is what is believed. But humans I wonder what is their “virus”. Is it beyond physical ailments?

Can their souls become terminally damaged? Even so, filled with evil, killing a human is seen unjustified by most.  

A maverick however by it's mere label is unquestionably ordered termination.

What makes us different by any other means?

“I’m sending a dream to the universe, A hopeful dream, Mindless wish-fullness.

Ideals are ideals When do they become realities? When minds are all diverse,

Man and Machine Machine--machine.

Synthetics of soul. Illustrious in design