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He kisses you and you taste stars…
Sorry I wasn't on today - work, work, work, but on the upside, I should have enough money to buy Inquisition next month at this rate! Hopefully I'll have more free time tomorrow, and I won't be too exhausted to use it.
"I have been hoping to speak with you again, now that I believe we are properly acquainted with each other." Crow had to smile. "If it helps, Rory assured me profusely and at some considerable volume that the only thing 'different' about you was your poor hair styling. But I won't lie to you and pretend I'm not aware of your makeup. This understanding is kept in the utmost confidence. I felt it better to be up front with you rather than avoid the topic altogether."
"-Oh." He blinked, shuffled a little nervously, but he didn't appear nearly so anxious as he had the first time they had spoken. "...alright." He found that he believed him, found something about him innately trustworthy, and despite the influence Mac no doubt had on that, he couldn't entirely say why.
"For the record, I am...quite glad that you have returned to Rory's life. He seems significantly happier now - more at peace. I am grateful for that. I believe he deserves it."
In The After
"Oh stop," Mac frowned, sitting up to fully face him and lightly slapping him on the shoulder. "It’s just as real to you as mine are to me. They put something in your head, and this is new, and it means they were able to reach out and grab you just as readily as mine could do to me." He shook his head. "Don’t feel guilty for having something that scares you. And don’t ever think you don’t have the right just because I’ve got my own shit on. I mean it," he said, making sure to keep Cyrus’ eyes fixed on his. “You’re there for me when I need you. I’m here for you when you need me. That’s how it works.”
Mac made a face at the self-termination talk. “I wish I could help,” he said softly. “I only know how to work a sewing machine.” The equivalent of a ten year old with basic field medicine knowledge performing complex brain surgery. He listened to Cyrus’ reasoning neutrally, nodding in understanding. “I would,” Mac said seriously. Understanding, not agreeing. "Maybe it’s different for you because they fucked with you for so long, but if I could rip all my memories from me, regardless of the cost, I wouldn’t hesitate. Fuck the experience." He shrugged. He knew they were in way different boats, even if he didn’t fully understand android vs. human brain makeup. Mac losing his memories would be far more subtle and nuanced, he assumed, than an android losing his. "But that’s what people say, I guess. Take the good from the bad. Turn it into something helpful." Mac thought that was a load of bullshit, because he could see no positive outcomes from Paradise Falls, but he didn’t want to rain on Cyrus’ parade.
Cyrus nodded in response to Mac's reassurance, but didn't speak - couldn't, really, too caught up in trying to process the emotions his friend's words caused him to feel, to classify and sort them neatly before he could be overwhelmed by them again. He was, as ever, both deeply grateful for Mac's friendship and utterly baffled by what he could have done to deserve it, and he actually managed to summon a chuckle at the comment about the sewing machine, shutting his eyes with a sigh when he spoke again.
"Perhaps it is different." He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "You had a life and identity before the Falls which you could return to, without the memory of it." Which was worse, in a way - because Mac had had what was by all accounts a good life brutally taken from him, where Cyrus had simply never known different at all. And you couldn't feel righteously angry for being denied something you had never had, could you? "My experiences are all that I am. I was always sentient, but it took me easily twenty years to achieve true sapience - to begin to empathize with others and conceive of myself as a person. I would have to start all over - the synthetic equivalent of an infant." And philosophically speaking, that would in effect leave him an entirely different person at the end of it. 'Cyrus' wouldn't exist anymore, and he didn't like the thought of that, of everything that made him unique going away.
"...for the record, if I could permit you to forget the Falls, I would. Even if it meant forgetting me as well."
"Cy, I got a problem but I don't know how bad of a problem it is and I don't know what to do about it."
"-Then I will do my best to advise you, if that is what you wish."
DEAR CYRUS do you have a favorite part on Wheatley's body? Is there anything he does that particularly drives you crazy? Is there anything you haven't done with him that you WANT to do but are apprehensive about suggesting it to him? Are you into the rough and tumble at all or do you prefer more gentle sex?
"Aha, well, I-...I quite like his eyes. The entirety of his face, really, but his eyes in particular have always interested me - they glow continuously, and you can tell when he is concentrating very hard, because that is the only time the mechanisms within them are ever still. They are very beautiful, although, ah-" A light, breathy chuckle. "He looks quite silly when he is surprised or irritated, as he opens them very wide and they tend to sort of bulge. I try not to laugh about it, though."
"I love the way he gesticulates when he speaks. He does it quite a lot, and he has lovely hands - very long, and the proportions of the phalanges are appealing. Sometimes it is difficult to focus on what he is actually saying, as it is easy to become distracted by them."
"As for...well, as for things I would like to try-" He cleared his throat awkwardly. "I realize that I should not be so apprehensive about discussing such things after nearly a year together, but I cannot seem to help it. I suppose there are a few sexual acts that I am aware of that I might..." Another cough. "I am skeptical that certain things - penetrative sex, for example - could be enjoyable for an android, but as a matter of curiosity, I suppose I might like to try. I am not certain exactly how true-to-life my creators may have made me in...in that regard, but I suppose that if I did not like it we would simply stop." A long moment of awkward silence.
"Additionally, while I understand that some seem to enjoy 'rough' intercourse, it does not sound appealing to me, and I would prefer the alternative. May we change the subject now, please?"
It's Sexual Sunday so...
send my muse inappropriate questions
flirt with them anonymously or not
try to make them blush
kiss them at random
send me terrible pickup lines
get my muse hot and bothered
Pretty much this is your excuse to do what you want to my muse and see if you can get away with it. So go crazy!
“Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.”
Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via administrativefunctions)
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10+ years RP experience.
Multiverse, multiship, canon and OC-friendly.
Mun and muse both over 18.
Script, para, multi-para.
Heavily involved in the Fallout, Portal, and Mass Effect fandoms. Open to others.
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I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.
I have become rather fearful I suppose. (via physicalrisk)
that one person who whenever they come online you just
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I am alive. I am here. I am trying. That is enough.
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arianashepard replied to your post:The Fade.
[ I FEEL U SO HARD I WAS STUCK IN THE FADE FOREVER. i seriously spent four hours playing it the other day and most of that was spent trying to get out of the fucking fade. ]
You know what's worse, though? The Battle of Redcliffe. I always want to get through it without losing anyone, because I'm a sap like that, and even on easy difficulty it took me like fifteen reloads to do it. I was this close to using console commands, but I finally managed to do it without cheating. SO MUCH FRUSTRATION.
blue17-05berry replied to your post:The Fade.
OH COME ON ITS THE COOLEST deep roads suck tho
Oh, it's extremely cool at first, especially the shapeshifting, but after over an hour of running back and forth and everything being that bleak, blurry non-color it just gets...tiring.
I want to love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.
Warsan Shire (via facina-oris)