#wiretied

TRY + WINSTON !  \  @wiretied​

Ugh. Disgruntled, Winston had hobbled past bottles whipped clean and peered through the glass of the fridge, squinting. A fruitless endeavor because he found…nothing.

He was all out of peanut butter.

pwettyyyyy

     Connor was too nice sometimes, and out of the blue compliments were rather distracting. With a raised brow, his gaze flicked over to look at the RK800′s mismatched eyes. Warm, gentle brown; on the other side, the lighter hue curiously did not change that warmth despite once belonging to his hollow stare. They were beautiful. He considered that it must be due to the one that the eyes belonged to.

     What was it like to gaze upon something, someone, and feel such love just from a simple glance? For that light to glisten in one’s eyes at the sight of something which brought bliss? Cyril thought he should know the answer by now; but yet he remained unsure. His lips dipped into an ever so faint frown.

         a still sort of silence had settled over his own private paradise. he had always enjoyed the morning --- when he woke up in time, he liked to watch the sun peek over the mountains & see the light spill onto the ground. it was truly the only thing he could not recreate in his own image, nature. he could build android after android, he could push them to feel & understand what it was to experience life... but he could not produce something as blindly beautiful as the sunset. at least --- he couldn’t yet. 

he had made his way down the stairs from his room into the kitchen. he was sure chloe would have assigned one of the others to start on breakfast... he was pleasantly surprised to find it was connor. perhaps she had recognized his fascination with the former deviant hunter. he had not yet started cooking yet & it prompts elijah to speak.

         “ good morning, connor. “ a pause. the words were calm, but offered a certain level of control over self & environment, “would you like to watch the sunrise with me?”

    elizbeth had been pacing back and forth in the station, muttering under her breath. words of confidence or a string of hushed curse words? unsure. she had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts,s he hadn’t noticed that with each pace...she seemed to be rifting off more to the left. it was only until she had crashed into something or----somebody and was now on the floor, letting out a pained huff.

                 “ don’t worry ---- i know what i’m doing. “ 

In theory there’s nothing to fear as much as she does when it comes to her successor. Evolution happens, CyberLife tweaks this and that and literally everything if the changes from her to him are anything to go by. When she should start worrying is when he shows hostile behaviour towards, fear for her life for if she’s ( badly ) damaged then there’s little hope of being repaired. 

“It’s C - Calliope.  .  .“ is muttered quietly under her breath. Almost half-heartedly as if she isn’t sure if she should correct him or let him call her by her model number.

However, it’s quickly pushed away in favour of reaching over and gently setting the flower crown on his head when he tilts it forward. It’s a bit of a struggle with how he seems impossibly taller than her but she’s stubborn and doesn’t give up until she manages to do it, reaching on tiptoes and tongue poking out of her mouth in concentration. 

Shadowhunters || Accepting

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