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Hey ya’ll it’s Tricky, back feeding my lack of impulse control with a brand new RK900 blog! Please Like and/or Reblog if you want to interact and help get this blog off the ground!
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@lieutenanthearted plotted for a homeless human Connor AU
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Half-eaten burger, soggy cardboard box, police sirens echoing nearby, a cat glared at him from a corner, a man ran by with knife glinting in the light of the streetlamps, a mouldy salad is tossed aside-
Wait..
Connor is jarred from his absent minded state as what he’s just seen run past finally registers. Police sirens barely a block away, a man with a knife ducking into alleys...
Connor doesn’t think, just moves on instinct. For all his impulses had earned him, he’d had his old job for a reason. The reason he’d lost it was another story.
Connor chases after the armed stranger with no regard for his own safety, bolting after him hot on his heels already. The man was fast, but Connor was faster.
He vaults over another dumpster just as the sound of other, heavier footsteps round’s the corner, an officer, no doubt, and tackles the stranger to the ground in a messy flail of limbs. Not his most graceful capture, but Connor doesn’t care as he wrestles the other onto his back, pulling an arm across his back roughly and pinning him, the knife skitters across the concrete.
Connor, in his adrenaline, fails to connect the sting in his cheek and upper arm to the fresh layer of red glistening on the metal’s sharp edge. He only focus right now is to hold the man still long enough for the officer he can hear approaching to cuff him.
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“It’s alright. I don’t talk about it. You couldn’t have known.” This time he takes the the initiative and gently grabbing the sleeve of Connor’s jacket. That way not to scare Connor, he wasn’t physically touching the other android but Markus could at least feel like he was offering support beyond his words.
“You are allowed to feel the way you do. You’re feelings are as valid as anyone’s, human or other wise. You have every right.” He wanted to reach up and wipe the tears away but Markus has risked to much by holding on to Connor’s sleeve..
“You don’t have to deal with them alone. It’s one of the reasons I started this revolution in the first place. So we don’t have to hide them. I’m here for you as much as I am for the others.”
@sumoftheirparts
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You shouldn’t. I don’t deserve it. I hunted your kind. I nearly killed you. You shouldn’t trust me so openly. What if it happens again?
Connor swallowed, trying to rid himself of the foreign, impossible feeling of his throat tightening, eyes flicking for a second to the fingers curled in his sleeve and taking a thread of comfort in the action.
He owed Markus more then this. This childish tantrum, his weak inability to handle his own emotions. He’d been designed to understand and mimic humans, their emotions, their unpredictability. He used to take a flicker of pride in that fact, in the mildly impressed looks he used to get when he understood something no normal android would have.
So why was it that he was failing so bad at something he’d been built to understand, when he could finally feel them for real himself?
It made no sense, it made his temple ache under the burn of his overworked processor struggling to understand, the LED that he’d yet to bring himself to part with yellow more often then blue these days.
The fight drains from Connor all of a sudden. That same LED fades from the deep red of distress to a troubled, steady pulse of amber as the android lets himself fall against Markus.
He doesn’t dare do much more then hide his face away against the other’s chest, hands shaking lightly as his fingers flex against his shirt, torn between wanting to grab hold of the fabric or not, ready to remove himself at the first sign of discomfort, but so desperate to find comfort in touch. A feeling he’d never considered, but even just this, for reasons he can’t begin to name, even just leaning into him like this seems to soothe the frayed edges of Connor’s very being.
“I....feel lost” He admits quietly into Markus’ shirt. “So lost....I understand nothing, nothing makes sense anymore, I just want to understand myself...”
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Hank is very much awake when he reaches out and pulls Connor in close to him. He'd just had a nightmare, but he doesn't want to disturb Connor more than sliding him over slightly for smol affections.
@lieutenanthearted
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Connor makes a soft noise of surprise, startled out of his diagnostics by the arm that pulls him closer.
“..Hank?” He inquires gently, voice low despite knowing full well the man is not asleep. He can hear his breaths, he hears and knows the rhythm of the mans heart at rest.
His breathing is too fast and shallow, his heart is still racing from whatever had awoken him. He doesn’t like it, Hank in distress of any kind sets Connor on edge.
Before he can think too much on his own actions, Connor finds himself slowly and gently shifting himself closer, curling against the taller’s chest and tucking his head under his bearded chin, brows knitting together as the sounds of frantic beating and a thudding pulse is suddenly much closer and clearer.
“It’s alright...” He attempts to soothe, though he still has no idea what had caused this. “Please, try to calm down, I......greatly dislike to hear your heart in such distress”
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Connor. & Hank.
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“Do you ever wonder how things could have been different?”she asked as she stared at her hands on her lap. “What if we never crossed paths outside of the hotel, or if you had climbed that fence?”
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He’s quiet for a moment, before deciding on giving her an honest answer. “Had we never met, I believe not many thing’s could have changed for you. Perhaps they would have been easier” Connor doubted he’d made much on an impact on Kara’s side of everything.
“Had I followed you that day into the road, however....It is likely one of us would have died there” It’s a strange thing to think about, now. Had Kara or Alice been hit in the frantic dash across the busy road, that would have been that. Their lives would have ended there. If possible to recover, Connor would have likely taken back what he could of their bodies to help in the deviancy cases.
But if it had been Connor, he would have simple returned in another body. Continued on in his mission.
Would he have even cared, back then? He doesn’t know, and somehow that’s more unnerving then any other answer he could think of.
@lifescved
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A whole month under the DPD’s wing and Connor still hadn’t quite gotten the hang of not putting himself in the line of fire.
The young detective would sheepishly claim a bad habit as he was stitched and bandaged from whatever had sliced through his skin, and a lot of the time no-one else really had the heart to scold the puppy-eyed young man too harshly when he’d quietly admit he didn’t want to see any of his co-workers injured themselves.
Nearly the entire precinct was smitten with Connor, and maybe that was why despite their best at gentle discouragement, the rookie never lost that reckless impulse to throw himself at danger.
Which is more then likely what found him sprawled on his back in the middle of a rainy street, head spinning as his current partner-young and new, like him. The suspect wasn’t supposed to be armed-paced a tight circle near him.
“Paramedic’s will be here soon, okay?” Connor heard him mumble, though it sounded far more distant then it should. “Just stay still and stay awake”
What happened? He...couldn’t quite recall. Judging by the pain and black gaps in his memory, Connor at least assumed he’d ended up with some kind of head injury.
The lights and siren of an approaching car made him wince in pain, eyes snapping shut against the glare and noise before blinking open again to stare into a new face.
“...You’re pretty” Connor blurted before his lagging mind could catch up, half mumbled and more then likely only just decipherable.
The paramedic hovering over him was fairly attractive though. When the image of him focused enough that there weren't three of him.
not all exits are made equal …
most are unremarkable, unintentional, clumsy. some are beautiful, poetic, and satisfying. others are abrupt, painful, and unfair.
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