#49deaths

[yorhabetrayed]

@49deaths || liked for a starter.

Deserter. Traitor. Threat. That's what they called her, what YoRHa always told its loyal soldiers she was. She had to give them the last one, at least - she had most certainly proven herself to be a threat. Perhaps, in that sense, her reputation was deserved.

“Looking for something, 9S?” A question in lieu of a proper greeting, blue eyes peering at the younger android from behind strands of tousled hair. Her demeanor was calm, though she always remained alert in a way that prevented her from seeming entirely peaceful. “That seems to be what S types do best, you even more than most.”

[lostfaith]

@49deaths​     S.C  

Her   lithe   form   slouched   back,       in   hand   was   a   bottle   of   alcohol.   She   originally   intended   to   to   chug   the   whole   thing   down   as   if   it   would   somehow   ease   the   guilt   infused   pain   she   felt.         

          Though  once   she   noticed   9s’s   return      --   she   paused,   he   seemed   even   sadder?      Angrier   than   before?         

Devola   could   only   imagine   what   he   was   going   through         --         all   his   friends   were   gone.          

She   never   had   friends   of   her   own,   so   she   couldn’t   exactly   relate   to   the   loss   --      but   she   could   sympathize.

      If   anything   ever   happened   to   Popola   she’d   likely   descend   into   madness.         

“Hey   9S      a   feigned   smile   and   cheery   greeting   left   her.      “You’re   back   early.      If   you’re   not   going   anywhere   else....   wanna   have   a   drink   with   me?”   

            he   was   the   only   one   she   could   boldly   ask      --         everyone   else   in   the   resistance   hated   her   ---      and   who   could   blame   them?      

“Popola   got   dragged   off      to   do   some   chore   --   and   it’s   boring   drinking   alone!”

[sacrificim]

  [ x - accepting / @49deaths​ ]  “who knew you’d be here?” hiii o/

     " Huh? Why wouldn't I be? " Ah, yes. Here. In the middle of a forest, where the paths were far less smooth - where the wheels of his vehicle liked to grow slick with soft earth and dew touched grass, often resulting in the vendor becoming a sitting duck till the kind machines of the village stumbled upon him. ( Before their less than kind ilk found him first. )

     Really, why was he there?

     Thankfully, he was not stuck. Still able to move - to roll backwards, shifting his stance to allow himself a clearer look at the android. Dappled in the warm light of dawn filtered through the trees, absently did he wonder if his friend ( they were friends, weren't they? He liked to think so. ) could feel such things. Would that be rude to ask? " The lady - oh dear, I forgot her name… The nice lady at the desert camp, she told me of a strange signal in the woods that no one has had the time to check out. So, I thought I'd do it! Sometimes you can find all sorts of treasures out here, you know? " Treasures that he could promptly sell, of course.

[no2typebe]

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  | accepting.  

@49deaths​

“ i forgive you . ” hi fauna (:

WHY? Why was he always so kind to her? 2B couldn’t understand it, even with her hands wrapped around his throat.

Even though she was the one that stole away his memories again and again.  How could he forgive her?    How could he smile at her?

There were so many questions and yet she knew she’d never receive an answer. Not ever —

Warm tears stung at the corners of her eyes, though they were hidden thanks to her visor.     

Then her trembling  grip on him loosened.    She couldn’t do this anymore.  She was so tired.   

“Why won’t you fight me off??    You know everything!  Don’t you want to live????     Don’t you hate me for everything I’ve done?”