// : it was quieter than her usual tone, f a r quieter. her thumbs pressed into his cheekbones, and she nudged noses with him, brow furrowed. the drone of his voice was the most comforting thing she had heard in a long time. the warm hum of her machines could never quite replace his babbling voice, his rambling charm. others found it unappealing, obnoxious ( she did too, at times ), but it was so familiar, so welcoming to her. it was a home she had never found until him.
// : the a.i. let him bumble on for a moment more before she tired of the lack of contact. and she connected them gently, thin lips meeting his in the gentlest kiss she had possibly ever given him. it was sweet, but achingly desperate. she needed this more than she had originally thought. glados had never quite realised how much she needed him until he was gone. and he had been gone. missing for months, no warning or explanation.
and honestly, she had never been more fearful.
his absence had left her terrified.
// : days melted into weeks, into months, and into a timeless abyss where all she knew was worry for his well-being. he had never been one to just leave her in the dark, the smaller a.i. always happy to tell her extensively about his adventures and future plans. but she had never heard a word about the ‘ holiday ‘ with this unknown character called jermaine. no, one day he was there, pattering around her labs with her, and the next it was uncomfortably quiet. an off-putting silence that lasted far too long, creeping around her with the gentlest of steps. glados had never hated the silence so much.
// : a hand slipped from his face, to his chest, carefully placed against where his heart would have been. she moved against him careful, calculated ––––– practised. she knew his weaknesses all too well, and she was more than happy to take advantage of her knowledge at that moment.
// : glados did not require air to function, but right then, she was utterly breathless, and it almost hurt. she parted from him, but not too much. if she moved any further from him, she’d feel so horribly lonely again. her lips barely ghosted his as she spoke, so quiet that she could barely hear herself ––––– and she didn’t want to. she was confessing to things she didn’t want to know she felt. but lord, she felt them.
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