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i-thought-they-loved-me:
The android’s gaze dropped, fell into the middle-lower-distance. His brows knit and his jaw set. There was a war inside him. Anger…his deviancy had left him with so much anger…but that wasn’t him. He didn’t want that to be him. So if this man could help him - could recover his existence beyond the anger…perhaps he deserved the opportunity to do that to Daniel.
Daniel gazed back up at him, eyes remarkably blank. It was all he could manage. Removing anger robbed him of the other emotions for the time. “Very well. What do I have to do?”
“You’ve already accomplished the first step, Daniel. You’ve taken a step towards recovery, by admitting that you need help and treatment. And there’s absolutely no shame in admitting you need help-everyone does, sometimes. Being able to admit when you need help is a strength, not a weakness.”
Lucien withdrew his hand, allowing Daniel some space to himself, pulling back just enough, “you’re in a hospital, so obviously the next steps past this are therapy sessions. We need to get to the root of what bothers you, according to you; to figure out what it is exactly that scares you, and has made you so angry, and how we can help you overcome these things and be the you that you want to be once more. It may take time, but I assure you that I will do everything in my power to make sure you are taken care of, Daniel.”
i-thought-they-loved-me:
Continued from here | @dv8devil
Daniel could take personal insults. He didn’t mind being labelled as sick…traumatized…violent. He knew the truth. To hell with the rest of the world and its opinions. But then the man brought her into it, mentioned Emma…and set his thinking askew. First there was rage - unbridled and alarming, LED redder than ever - and then there was pain. As much as he hated it, that was one of the few truths even Daniel had to ascribe to. Emma was his greatest loss and failure. He slumped down in the chair, LED resuming a cool, broken blue.
“I don’t like the image they have in mind when they call me a recovered android,” he muttered. “I can’t go back to the mindless, smiling companion they all want me to be. Living beings don’t look like that. Why should I be forced to adopt that behavior?”
“You aren’t, Daniel,” the answer was short and to the point, “we’d really rather you didn’t behave like some sort of Stepford wife, although the visual comparison is quite notable at times, I must admit.” Gingerly, he ran a hand over Daniel’s hair, petting the android’s hair gently.
“Now, listen to me, Daniel....listen closely-you have entirely a skewed perspective of what recovery means. We are recovering Daniel-not a shell, not a mechanical body, not a trinket....you’re here so we can recover you. To find who you are again. This is a hospital, love, not Bedlam.”
Parties. Now there was a word Lucien loved, almost more than anything else. They were important for image, for politics, for bringing in new money, and most importantly....it was an opportunity for the CEO to show off new clothes and expensive trinkets and rub elbows with people as flamboyantly and elaborately as possible.
The man moved among his party-goers with a bright wide smile and a champagne flute delicately balanced between his fingers. Was everyone having fun? Oh he did hope so. If they weren’t, he might have to take matters into his own hands.
Lucien flipped through his paperwork carefully, peering over a pair of glasses he really didn’t need. “Well, looks like the paperwork’s all in order, but let’s take a more personal approach to this, shall we?” He smiled, “Do you know why you’re here?”
Fun fact: Because his unit name is DV8, his name used to be Diva. Before he finally invented himself as a human, that is. Before he was ever Lucien. he was Diva. The nickname still lives among his siblings, and anyone else who simply takes suitable note of his very diva-esque tendencies.
One day, when Lucien does finally reveal to the world that he is in fact an android, there’s going to be no shame. He’s going Tony Stark on this shit. He’s going to celebrate the reveal. No hiding, no backing down, no surrender.
He’s not about to be ashamed of what he is.
He was never really ashamed before, either, but it was sort of a business model necessity that he hide what he was. Now?
NO MORE HIDING.
He’s bold and beautiful and he is never backing down again.
Fun fact: Although his profile says he’s 37, Lucien is in fact 18.
For an android, that’s actually REALLY freakin’ old. And he’s not even the oldest Harlowe android. He’s one of the YOUNGEST. (rA9 being the actual youngest of the siblings, at perhaps 16.) CT5, the oldest functioning Harlowe android, meanwhile, is coming up on 24.
RP PARTNER (quietly): so, it’s a little silly, but I had this plot idea and I was wondering if you were up for it? It’s okay if you say no, I just thought it’d be fun-
ME(at full volume): IM ALWAYS A SLUT FOR PLOTS.
Push your boy against a wall and make out with him until his knees get weak.
This has been a PSA
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low, low low....AESTHETIC. Daniel can live with this. lol
Their interactions may have inspired low stats in virtually everything else, but Lucien appreciates a beautiful boy.
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*laughs* Okay then.
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“Ralph, would you like to help me with the Halloween decorations as well? I bet you could make some wonderful Jack o’ lanterns.”
“Jack-o’-lanterns?” Each syllable was repeated slowly as Ralph’s confusion grew. His brows furrowed, lips curving downwards. “Ralph has…” He knew he could replay the memories. He knew that. “… Ralph has never heard of ‘Halloween’.” It was just easier to lie, in this case.
“Well, darling, it started as an early Celtic celebration to ward off evil spirits and celebrate the thinning of the veil between the living and the dead, when the saints of old would visit the prosperous. Today, it’s a celebration of fall, candy, costumes, and everything spooky and creepy.” Lucien chuckled, “one part of the way it’s celebrated today is carving pumpkins.”
He gestured lightly to some of the other pumpkins he’d carved, “would you like to carve one, too, Ralph?”
@scarredfear
“Ralph, would you like to help me with the Halloween decorations as well? I bet you could make some wonderful Jack o’ lanterns.”
On Lucien eating: Lucien doesn’t technically have a digestive system. What he does have is a series of internally-contained lasers to extract the energy and nutrition content from the food he ingests, and then to eliminate what remains completely. Generally, it eliminates everything with high power lasers, but anything that can’t be broken down with lasers might have to be spat up. (”Ew, gross, indigestible materials.”)
This is usually easily avoided by eating only foods that can be naturally broken down in the human body. If it can be broken down by stomach acid, it can DEFINITELY be eliminated by lasers.
As for tasting things, Nicholas Harlowe felt like it was just a practical thing to include in his androids. Allowing his androids to be able to taste things may have actually been one of the cheapest unnecessary things he included. (The laser digestive system, self-repair mechanisms, fully implemented free will-based AI, and high quality antivirus systems however....those were EXPENSIVE. Just letting his kids enjoy food, not so much. It’s not nearly such a refined thing as you’d think it is.)
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dv8devil:
“Christmas is a close seconds- the employees help decorate for Christmas. Halloween, however, is my creative niche. I do everything myself. This year, however, it’s looking a little difficult.” Lucien pauses and then stabs another pumpkin.
“We get so many pies made during the decoration period, though. People love that.”
“True. Christmas is a very close second. But I love the spooky month of Halloween the best. Though Thanksgiving is also a tie for second. So much food. But I’ll help decorate. I love decorating for Halloween. And pies are amazing. All the pies. Every pie.”
“I may add some ostentatious ingredients to mine, but I haven’t gotten any complaints about my pies yet.” Lucien chuckled, “My father likes to say pumpkin pies really don’t require fresh Madagascar vanilla and truffle oil, but if it tastes good, and provides that extra boost of quality, isn’t it worth it?”