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whatever it was about his jericho related memories, something inside of him missed it. there was this freedom, ever since they won that was. they won their rights, they won their freedom and connor had chosen to return to hank. though, how could he not? despite the friendships that he could have built there, he knew nothing would compare to the friendship he shared with hank. one he cherished more than anything, one which he was grateful for. it was easy to say that with emotions there came this extra care for hank, every single inch of him wanted to make sure that the man was doing alright and therefor he chose to not leave his side. also, because he really didn’t want to.

emotions were new to him still, especially to this level. where something genuinely upset him, whilst usually he wouldn’t have bothered to stick things in his mind that reminded him of aching. never had he truly felt anything, never was he supposed to.. according to amanda that was, but he was.. relieved, even happy, to actually feel free. how some would even speak aloud that he was more human than some of the actual ones were, but mostly because some didn’t appear to feel emotions. some were harsh, too harsh.. something that he was supposed to be as well, to not give people a second chance.. to be cold, to not be afraid to pull the trigger. yet he was, yet it petrified him.. because even though others said otherwise, deviants were alive. very much so.

that also was something that hank had known way before he did, purely because it was so hard on him to break free from the programming. harder than it was for others, but he knew that his deviancy was something that they had been waiting for. something to achieve, despite it being hard.. then to ruin him, then to make him shoot markus a couple of times. words were spoken that night, and even though he didn’t precisely remember them he knew that they were effective enough to wake him up from the terrible nightmare he was living in. shooting markus, that was something he couldn’t do.. especially now he learned that he had wanted nothing but happiness and freedom upon everyone.

listening to hank’s next words got connor to look down at the floor once more, taking a deep breath. something about him made him doubt whether hank was actually alright or not, but he didn’t understand emotions so well just yet.. and so he chose to not continue on about it. at the question however, he simply shrugged. “ .. yes, lieutenant, i suppose i am.. it’s.. it’s weird. i don’t understand how everything works just yet, it worries me.. but it’s good to feel so free, ” he smiled lightly, it was freedom after all. something he learned to understand only recently. “ .. i’m in, i am sure we can do this, if we only work together, that’s on you, though, lieutenant.. are you ready to commit? ”

things needed to change, even back in detroit, it was a drastic change, but it was a change that was needed. humans needed to be more acceptable. like all the gods that people think made them, they needed to accept that they were also capable of making life forms. why destroy something that was made so perfectly? especially deviants. deviants especially. connor for example, he knew that there was something within him that was trying to get out, but only he could break free from that. at connors words a soft, genuine smile crossed his face, his eyes softening slightly. “well, it will be weird at first...” he admitted, sitting back in his chair, his eyes upon the deviant in front of him, and he gently cleared his throat, trying to figure things out within him. he was still a really troubled man, although he was trying to be a better person, although, the strong bourbon in front of him said otherwise. a sigh escaped his lips, and he reached in to down it in one, before sitting it down on the table again. “i need to stop this...” he muttered under his breath before turning to listen to connor as he spoke. “freedom. not something you are used to, is it?” he admitted, relaxing against his stool once again. “freedom is so... limited in life...” he mused quietly, eyes averting to the table once again. even in humanity, freedom was limited. there were people that thought they were higher and better than others. there were monsters walking the earth freely whilst his son... his son didn’t even have a chance. the memory was painful, hence why he never even thought of it, because then he often found himself reaching for another drink. he didn’t exactly want to do that. “enjoy freedom connor, if anyone deserves it out of me and you, its certainly you...” he admitted. “am i ready to commit? haven’t i always been ready to commit?” he then realised what he had just said, remembering the times he only ever wanted to work alone. “actually, do not answer that. i swear, don’t answer it.” he pointed his finger at him, before laughing quietly and lowering it back to the table. “how times change, huh?”

#andrcids #c; connor

@fatesdivided

“ well, i have to admit, i didn’t expect to find anyone else here but connor...” he admitted. he knew who he was, he had seen him all over the news, and he quite frankly respected him. he prefered deviants, and believed that they should have been free. “what you, connor, north and everyone else did was pretty admiring. you helped connor break free. i’d seen it in him for a small while before hand. he was trying to break free, but you helped him.” he nodded once. “what brings you here anyway, markus? did you wake up here, as well?”

#fatesdivided #c; markus

andrcids:

still trying to progress the new place, though it was different from anything he had ever seen. now he had only about visited two places in the past, jericho and detroit.. but he knew a lot. there was so many information to be fit inside of him, so many he places he could possibly recognize.. but winterwall? it was different.. though it discomforted him, he was.. relieved to have lieutenant anderson here. knowing that he could have stranded up with worse people than his best, and only, friend after all. rather than saying any more for now, he just looked around as he kept his eyes on the surroundings.. hopeful to get to know more about winterwall, but unfortunately that was rather difficult for some reason.

blinking a couple of times, before he chose to shove the seat next to hank’s backwards a little, sitting down on it. trying his best to adjust himself to the point where he finally sat comfortable, though not without almost losing balance a few times. wondering how hank sat so still, even to the point where connor expected to help hank clear up his act again. though he still didn’t say a lot, but he did glance at the older man’s facial expressions. those he recognized to look worried, but soon enough they looked strict and he looked away, his own expression looking sad as he faced down to the floor beneath them.

[ ] KEEP PUSHING / [ X ] LEAVE HIM BE

the simple, but strict tone in hank’s voice when he spoke his voice aloud, he questioned himself if he should keep on going, but he decided to drop the topic and just shrug. “ i’m sorry, i did not mean to be unpleasant, i was only trying to he – i’ll stop bothering you, ” - once again his expression looked down, and instead he looked around in the bar a little. still in hope to get to know more, to find something.. preferably an exit, because even though he sure didn’t mind the freedom.. this wasn’t really a place for him, and something told him that it wasn’t the perfect place to be for lieutenant anderson either.

“ – are you quite alright, lieutenant? ” his head tilted lightly, ever since he broke free from the system; ever since he became deviant.. there were no more instructions to follow. it was something he was glad about, very much so, but emotions were still new to him and most of the time he didn’t quite understand them. “ i no longer follow instructions, ” he clarified once more, before taking in what hank was telling him before giving him a playful nudge. “ - that’s what partners are for, we work well together.. maybe we will more information on this place together, ” he suggested, after all he strongly believed in the strength of their partnership.. even, possibly, in a place that must be very different.

he wasn’t entirely sure if there were many androids here, or deviants for that matter, but it honestly didn’t bother him. deviants were alive and had just as much right being here as humans. humans created androids, thus giving them life. he was against the slaughter back in detroit, but what could one man do? well, not alot, but one man did, and that was marcus, but he achieved it with connor’s help, which he would always be proud of, though, he wouldn’t exactly admit that to him, not so easily anyway. he breathed in for a moment, before exhaling, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as his eyes closed, trying to clear his mind. he missed cole. but he knew he had to stop mourning, he would never forget, but he would never, ever, dwell on the past. he came to terms that he needed to sort out his life, because inside he knew that he was killing himself, which was not something he wanted to do. plus, what would connor do? just that thought caused a frown to cross her lips. what would connor do? what would it matter? of course it mattered. he was a little protective over the deviant, but the amount of times that connor had saved his life in return... he’d need more hands to count that. he would always be thankful to him, but since he was always pretty moody he didn’t know how to express emotion that well. connor was the only one who he properly connected with other than sumo and cole. he came to the realisation that he was becoming pretty hostile because in a way... in a small way, he was afraid of losing someone else he cared about. gods, if he had lost connor... he didn’t know how he’d survive. yes, he did before, but his life was so adjusted to the deviant... then the way he seemed to look. the sadness that crossed connor’s face was enough to wash away any anger or frustration that he had felt before, and instead, the tug of a smile edged at his lips, eyes locked upon him. “yeah... i’ll always be alright i guess...” his voice was low, and he rested back in his chair, listening to his words, and he slowly nodded. “so... you really are a deviant...” the smile was still edged upon his lips, and followed by a light chuckle when his friend nudged him. “yeah, perhaps together we will solve this case. if we were able to help stop the humans kill deviants, then how hard could it be to crack this case eh connor? what’ya say? you in?”

#andrcids #c; connor

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+ ✧ · ˚ . “ mom ? dad ? ” hope looked around at the people walking around, looking for her parents. even her grandparents or ANYONE from storybrooke. “ where am i ? ” she thought that the day of CURSES were over.

lceutenant-blog

“sorry love, i don’t think you will find your family here...” the lieutenant admitted with a grumble, taking another sip of his whiskey, before turning to look at the younger woman. “what are their names? perhaps i can tell you if i’ve heard their name mentioned...”

#hcllsfirc #c; hope

andrcids:

where else could connor try finding hank than pubs and bars? not much variations of places had popped up in his yet, but he was set on finding him one way or another.. not really having a clue of what else he could do, if it weren’t to stand by lieutenant anderson his side. now in the past he had been on his own, he had been alright that way, but he had set up missions for himself back then~ thing was that here, in winterwall, there wasn’t much for him to do. no one seemed to know what they should do anyway.

hence why he was so overly fortunate and glad to find him, and even though the situation of hank munching away a rather unhealthy burger, he felt fortunate. maybe even happy, but he still hesitated to completely open up about those emotions of his.. for not only were they new, but at the same time very much scary as well. something he didn’t quite understand, but at the same time everything just felt natural.. and he would almost say that it felt good. which it did, though he feared danger.. mixed together with hate.

[ X ] KEEP PUSHING / [ ] LEAVE HIM BE

eyebrows narrowing deeper when he heard the response to his words, before he ended up to shake his head. “ ..you don’t, lieutenant, but i do.. you shouldn’t eat that, it’s unhealthy, ” it was something that he could hardly let go of, but maybe this was some sort of celebration to hank. aware that past events had not only worried himself, but it hadn’t been too positive on hank either. “ .. cyberlife doesn’t give me any instructions anymore, ” - and how could they after all that had happened in detroit? shaking his head slowly, as he thought about the while that he had been there for a little. “ i arrived today, lieutenant, and although i’m not familiar with this place.. i also know that it’s far away from detroit, ” and all by all, he highly hesitated whether he liked that.

he had to find out why he was here, and how the hell he would have ended up here without even knowing it. none of it made any sense, which in turn, infuriated and frustrated him. people were, strange around here, and also, there didn’t seem to be many androids about at all, in fact, the first one he came across was connor, which in a way was a good thing -- connor was the only one he could ever trust. yes, at first they didn’t work well together, but over time he came to the realisation that he wasn’t all that bad, even if he got on his nerves most of the damn time -- he had to work past them, especially now. sumo was nowhere to be seen, which worried him. what if he was on his own? hank was pretty much a solitary person so he didn’t have many friends, if any, at all, so he knew that people wouldn’t notice he was gone so quickly. in result of that, if sumo was alive and still at home, then he was going to end up starving. this very thought frustrated him, and pushed him all the more to try and find out what was happening around them. “connor...” he warned, but it was nowhere near as angry as it would have been the first time they had met, it was more of a stern tone, with a sigh that ended, almost as if he was used to it -- which he was, and he knew that connor wasn’t going to give up. he wasn’t programmed to give up at all, well, so he learnt. “this whole damn planet is unhealthy connor, anything can get you killed...” his voice was low, and he sat back in his chair, eyes finally meeting connor, a frown crossing his lips carefully before he tilted his head to the side. “so you are saying that your mission is yours, and yours a lone now? you are no longer under orders?” he raised a single brow, and then slowly nodded, facial features stern so it wasn’t clear whether it was a good or a bad thing to him. “then perhaps we ought to find out what the bloody hell is going on around here, although i have tried already and i haven’t found anything. it is almost as if i was picked up and then dropped off at this location. i just don’t get how that is possible...”

#andrcids #c; connor

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Concerned & confused Connor

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& @lceutenant

#VISAGE; hank #ft connor

andrcids:

there were only a certain amount of places where connor could drag himself to, all whilst the hope of finding lieutenant anderson remained strong. something about him was telling him that it would not happen, due to how far away from detroit he ended up at, but he didn’t quite know what he would do if he was here on his own. some had considered him highly intelligent, but he still was not used to not getting any instructions from anderson, despite of his deviancy. that was why connor kept entering bars, as he had no clue of where else he could look, however, he was lucky to find him at the fifth bar.

>[ ] GREET LT. ANDERSON / [ X ] REMIND LT. ANDERSON OF UNHEALTHY FOOD

“ good evening, lieutenant anderson.. i have been looking for you, ” a small smile was brought upon his features, until that one faded the second his eyes fell upon the burger that he held in his hand. expecting, that he might’ve started to eat healthier and only to find out that he hadn’t really was a shame, though at the same time it really was not much of a surprise. factually, it truly wasn’t even any near to being one.

“ .. your burger holds one thousand seven hundred and thirty calories, lieutenant, ” he told him, before looking over to the fries. “ .. all whilst the fries do six hundred and seventy eight, i can suggest you to try out different eating patterns.. ” perhaps it wasn’t his job, to check the calories of the food that the other was eating, but something deep down still wanted to make sure that hank took care of himself. “ do you not like chicken? there are chicken salads, with only one hundred calories, ” he went on, before the fact that he wasn’t on his own here started to sink in completely. “ .. how long have you been here for? ” he asked, slight tilt of his head as he awaited an answer.

he missed him, he really missed him, he knew that when he thought he was going to lose him on a few occasions. it was connor that made him realise that not all androids were bad. some were neutral, and then some were just absolutely amazing, just like his friend, connor. never in his life would he admit this though, not outright anyway. “jesus, connor...” a sigh escaped his lips, seeing the android’s smile disappear when he had seen his burger. eyes lock with the android, holding the burger in his hand and as he listens he starts to mumble inaudible words under his breath, before a heavy sigh followed. just when he thought he had missed him. why? why did he miss him? he slowly shook his head and lowered the burger onto his plate before reaching over and clasping his hand around the whiskey. he was only going to keep on at him when it came to his diet, which of course was not healthy, and he knew that, but he barely cared. he downed the whiskey, almost as if it would numb his words. “when did i ever give a fuck about what i eat, connor?” he grumbled, finally looking at the other again. at his words he fell quiet, and then lowered his glass onto the table. “i don’t even know, not long i don’t think? could have had a few of these before though...” he tapped his glass. “but i think i woke up here sober so...” he straightened up. “certainly not long. how long have you been here connor? did cyberlife send you here?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, awaiting an answer from him, his hand still on his glass.

#andrcids #c; connor #swearing tw

@andrcids

another investigation for him? no it couldn’t be that. the voice that said my name is connor i’m the android sent by cyberlife -- on numerous occasions he hadn’t heard that, and god did he wish that he did right now, AGAIN. ANYTHING for him to be here right now. not that he would ever ADMIT that. not once did he ever think he would ever feel so lost without him at his side. the feeling confused him, but then again the last thing he remembered was calling connor his FRIEND. he had hated ANDROIDS, but he grew to respect connor in every single way. course he would find his way into a pub, quickly ordering his jack daniels double along with a very unhealthy double burger with extra cheese and fries on the side. at least he wouldn’t be here to judge what he was eating or informing him just how many calories were in what he was eating. then, just as he picked up the the burger, eyes conflicted with being content but saddened with the lack of connor, he saw a familiar figure in the corner of his eye. he felt HAPPY. RELIEVED, ALIVE. not that he was going to admit any of it of course. “oh fuck, and just thought i got rid of you...” he grumbled, but the hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, eyes finally locking onto his FRIEND.

#andrcids #c; connor #alcohol tw #swearing tw