#vomitsgod

       “-- YOU’RE INTUITIVE AND you make insane suggestions.”  helluva combination, tegan thinks, though it doesn’t escape their mouth.  it’s strange, really, how much the other reminds tegan of themselves.  terrifying thought.  “ever thought about being a cop.”

       “is that so.”  there is a curiosity in their eyes, something cool and reserved.  the town knows; things lurk in the fog.  it’s only natural that tegan would have an inkling of knowledge.  still, they say nothing about it.  some things are best left buried (that is, until the shovel breaks the dirt).  nothing is unearthed until there’s a layer of comfortability put down first.

“you should know nothing is truly gone.  you could be who you were before, but just with something changed about you.  nothing leaves and comes back the same.  that’s not how the rules work.  you could turn back.  the question is: would you want to see what was following behind you.”

>> CONFIDENTIAL DOCUMENTS > Actions // Accepting           >     🙌 Push/Shove my muse

     `DUTY WAS HIS BIRTH AND HE WAS ABSOLUTE TO HIS ICHOR. Not quite a shadow, not quite a reflection / NEITHER SATIATED STAYING FULLY OUT OF SIGHT BUT STEPS BEHIND / NOR BEING IN THE FOREFRONT OF EYES. (FLITTING BETWEEN BOTH / AND BECOMING MORE WHEN NECESSARY). Domineering his jurisdiction as necessary, keeping things in line, in order / PROTECTED & SAFE. Even when things tried to slip between the seams and steal. It was an INEVITABILITY that could in turn, also chose not to pass, but the odds were stacked against favor. (A POSSIBILITY STACKED IN A MANNER THAT THE OPPOSITE BECAME IGNORABLE). What should be a reapers claim was but the attendant removing distance and passive background motions. Body that should have been left / GIVEN NO HOPE LIKE THE REST THAT LAY WITHIN HERE / was to be given treatment of a new location, a new breath, fresh vitality (ONE PULSE TO KEEP ANOTHER, AFTER ALL).

Detroit was a maze of technological advancement and deserted industry that could confuse even the most worldly of travelers, or so Connor had been told. In his little experience with gawking tourists on the street, most of the time it was the heavy android presence that held their attention so strongly, rather than simple misdirection. Still, though, it never hurt to break someone’s stunned silence with an amiable word.

This particular visitor held a higher stress level than most did, his initial scan told him. Fair enough, he supposed. Evidently there were some humans who disliked crowded places, (a stance he could appreciate), and the mall was practically filled to capacity. He approached slowly, securing his spot behind the girl before artificially clearing his throat.