the most recent chapter of bee-utiful is so good but oh my GODDD does it make me sick (in the best way). caine going full yandere and still trying to manipulate bea into staying with him... damn. i'm holding out for a happy ending, but GOD. you're such a good writer omg
WOWIE I’m touched— thank you!!! I don’t feel like a good writer most of the time, so I appreciate it!! Thank you to everyone who’s gave all this juicy love for the latest chapter. You’re all sweethearts, thank you <3
needa kiss caine. needa seem him all embarassing and blushing after kissing the top of his teeth. needa watch him glitch out before he asks for another one.
lowk needa make a multichaptered fic where caine goes looking for reader but just always barely misses her and starts losing it to the point he starts dreaming and hallucinating idk idk 👀
[C:Prot_1/data/definitions], A short hurt/comfort CaineX GN!Reader fic. Tw abstraction, manipulative behavior, caine being caine.
[Ao3 Version, slightly different]
intertwined
adjective
bound and connected enough that objects hard to seperate:
"Caine, I feel my mind slipping."
You had told Caine before it happened. Warned him.
"What?" was his only response. It used to be endearing when he blanks off and now. Now it just pissed you off.
You didn't mean to go off on him.
"I fucking hate you. My mind is slipping and thats all you can say? Just "what?" You're useless."
It just slipped out that's all. You didn't even see his face before you stormed off. Locked up in your room. You regretted the words as soon as you were in calmer minds.
You reached out to the door handle, the cold steels tells you to apologize to him but you couldn't find it in you. You just sat back down and felt it all. The bliss. The numbness. It was heaven and in heaven you find god.
weave
verb
to make something by intertwining:
Caine stood there in your room, hands nervous. His eyes were unreadable but his tears were so so big and so loud dripping against the floor. It was the only real sound in the entire room.
His teeth moved, he talks in a way that scattered in your mind. You don't try to decipher it. He walks towards you nervously.
"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."
His words muddle and his hand reaches towards you, you make no move to stop him. His hand hesitates right before he touches you, his eyes are wide in fear. You don't know what he's scared of until you see the eyes around your skin. The darkness of its void just seems to calm you down even more.
"I can't lose you. I've already lost so much haven't I?"
He holds your hand loosely. Abstraction starts when code gets scrambled. He can't reverse something he doesn't have anymore. But you're not gone yet. He's here now. His code can keep you intact.
interwoven
adjective
a past participle of intertwined. such as to blend objects throughoutly that they will never be seperated.
When you wake up. Caine is still with you, his hands shake in his sleep but they hold you tightly. He rarely takes his hands off yours anymore. You don't mind it.
You notice he blanks off more. You find yourself understanding him more. You don't talk about it and you can tell he doesn't either. But he's happy. You can tell that he's happy with you. You make sure to talk to him more, even if thats all you ever do anymore.
lonely
adjective
it's something Prot_1&Human_1 will never feel again.