#believedinjericho

[ninthrun]

@believedinjericho from x

“she.”

he watches simon the whole time, listening as the TARDIS reacts to him. he’s not brought a cyberlife android into his home before, it’s a new experience for them both. he wonders just what simon sees with his intricate sensors and processors. hard to know.

“she’s alive, almost like you. it’s complicated and i don’t get it entirely m’self. but she’s conscious. she’s got a personality.”

[thickcrskiin]

believedinjericho

  me, trying to answer this ask without saying fuck...

m o o d indeed

JYNX IS GOOD AND PEOPLE ARE MEAN AND IN THIS ESSAY ILL

[peacetaught]

‘ you’ve got a warm heart. ’ believedinjericho

@believedinjericho

“no warmer than yours, simon.”

a quiet roll of his eyes, fondness and exasperation. the blond is ridiculous, he’s come to realize, but in the best of ways. he cares about him - far more than he ever expected to.

[peacetaught]

‘ i can’t erase it from my mind. ’ believedinjericho

@believedinjericho

“do you want to?”

there’s no judgement in the question - josh had considered the same in the past week. revolution isn’t exactly something he’s comfortable with, but he trusts markus to lead them. to bring their people into the light, even if it’s difficult and terrifying and gut wrenching. he’s seen more death in the past week than he has in his entire time in jericho, but he has to believe it’s worth it.

[cyberlifeleader]

believedinjericho replied to your post ““i went home last night, feeling like i hadn’t slept in a week. my...”

Simons so offended by her sleeping habits omf Thea that’s not a way to live snjdjdjd

i mean... she naps and freshens up a bit each day, but she only properly sleeps when she’s home and that’s... not often.

[primeacumen]

@believedinjericho   |  [  x  ]

   Green eyes shift downward to gaze at the offered arm curiously. They dart back to his face, tilting her head ever so slightly in mild confusion before her arm wraps delicately around his. Such a strange thing to offer her of all people. She knows what he is. An android. A deviant, and yet, he doesn't seem to be afraid of her.

   A clever mask, perhaps? A way of hiding in plain sight? Maybe he just recognizes her in general. Some androids do. The ones she had a hand in making recognize her in a way that's almost slightly unnerving. Vivian doesn't know if it's her face or just a feeling they get, but she recognizes the flicker of familiarity in their eyes. One that, usually, shouldn't be there at all. Normally she just smiles and continues along her way.

"Thank you," she murmured quietly to him, falling into step beside him. Her strides are shorter and a tad slower than his due to the height difference, but she does her best.

[neoteric-ameliorate-a]

@believedinjericho​ said: 🎹

Send in “🎹” to watch my muse playing the piano. // Accepting

Sometimes, a moment of reprise was needed, to spend time by himself to collect his thoughts and try to figure things out. Everything was a mess, a whole people trying to work through things and make their way all the while making a statement. One Markus was yet to decide on. They could take a violent path or they could take a peaceful path, North had one opinion, Josh had another, both where clear in their views. Both were good counsel. But it also helped to have someone who was just there, someone to talk with and try to work out which way to go, someone who’s path hadn’t been decided on yet, almost neutral. That position fell to Simon and Markus was happy to seek him out when he had conflicting thoughts about what they where doing, but right now he preferred to be alone.

Outside of Jericho in a nearby building where he could overlook both the ship and the city was where Markus held himself to his own counsel, the room he had claimed, where he was holding himself up in for some time alone was almost empty, it had a shattered mirror shard on the floor and a piano pushed up near to a decaying wall, it wasn’t much but Markus had claimed it.

Sitting himself at the piano and letting his fingers move over the keys, the sounds of the hammers hitting down bring a sense of calm and longing, he used to play the piano back when he lived with Carl, when the sheet was still pulled over his eyes. But the sound of the piano never failed to make him lighter, calming the raging thoughts that threatened to pull him one way or another.

He hears footsteps on the creaky staircase, only briefly looking up, a soft smile gracing his lips as he sees Simon, not a comment comes from him as he turns his gaze back to the aged and withered piano, intent on finishing the song. Only those in his inner circle knew of his get away. Perhaps Simon had noticed his absence. He hadn’t been expecting company, but it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

Song Markus is playing