#goseiko

[rkfinale]

@goseiko || [ STARTER CALL ]

        It took the RK900 four days (night, rather) of watching, waiting, ANALYZING...before he decided to take the jump. He spent his nights at DPD, in a docking station, in low power. Nines’ Zen Garden was still intact, and to him, still a place of serenity. He often spent the nights walking the grounds, staring at the water, feeling the breeze on his face. Sometimes he talked to Amanda. Things rarely changed in his Zen Garden. Static. Never changing. 

        That was, until 4 days ago. 

       His eyes had caught a...it looked like a door but NOT, almost like an entryway, a very noticeable RIPPLE in the brush along the edge of the treeline. Was his Zen Garden collapsing around him? Would this ripple spread? Was it a glitch, a virus? The first day, once he awoke, he ran 32 system checks, for good measure. No viruses (other than deviancy). His low power stasis mode was FULLY operational. 

       Then what was that door? 

       He watched it for two more nights. Analyzing it, monitoring its length, its size, its depth. His system turned up zero results as to what it could be. It didn’t spread, or shrink. It stayed, taunting him. DARING him. 

       He resisted its pull until night four. 

       Do you know what it is? Amanda had asked. He didn’t. 

       Then why go? she had wondered, her question punctuated by the snip of a rose. 

       Nines had NO answer. He stepped through. 

       It was...another garden. But not? It looked different from his own Zen Garden, it followed less rhyme or reason, with different types of foliage strewn all about. Something pieced together, crafted carefully but with a certain amount of passion that had Nines speechless for a moment. Among a swath of grass, a FIGURE. Sitting, enjoying the sunshine and the day. RK900 furrowed his brow. Was this a trick of his software? It couldn’t actually be --- 

       “Connor?” 

[comnder-a]

stretches out across her lap.,,,,the computer wants scritches...,.,                                                                                                       @no313248317​

fingers tighten —      entangled in his hair,  a  gentle  tug.   quiet ghost of a breath,  heart  of  a  peach.   insensate with longing,  alight with immolation.   desire born,  impossibly hungry —— something  so  tender  to sink into.   [thick,  like hands filled with pieces of pomegranates ——— splitting apart like a sugar apple].   fingers  prying,  twisting in silken locks & how  gentle  and  cruel.   she’s tender for him,  spreading bruises for  deviation.   her heart crawls across her chest,  cruelty as the nothingness.   nothing  but the emptiness in her mouth and her tongue.   distant  from  everything  but  him.

❛❛  are you comfy?  ❜❜     soft in her tone,  nearing a  husk  in her words.   sweet  and  wet,  cavernous heart —— nearing an empty atrium with  nothing  but a singular  beating,  red  heart  and  blue  thirium pump.   [and maybe he’ll never see how it feels like a  storm  on  coming  and the  burn  of it inside of her,  settling in  every  inch of her body].   bones creaking with  unspoken  words  and  pathetic  feelings  that will never be returned.   it is no longer enough to just be gentle.

she’s  sharp.   always will be.   rough edges,  inside and out.   but he’s both the  other  side  of the  coin  and  her  reflection.   the  coldness,  the  cruelty,  — she’s  haunted  by it.   how such a  threat  exists so  gently  and how  neatly  he fits in the palm of her hands.   [like a puppet,  pulling on  soft  strings & the  sharp  sounds from his throat —— a  tug,  every inch of her  bright  as a forest fire for him.   only  him].    ❛❛  have i told you that  those  noises  are  very  adorable?  ❜❜

[haqkera]

        ❛  there  ain’t  nothin’  there  for  ya,  and  the  last  thing  people  need  down  there’s  another  scare  from  some  uppie  ‘detective’.  ❜  

                                               ———  @goseiko​ /  /   ♡

[t2thousand]

it’s    cold,    colder    than    expected.    though,    in    his    defense,    he’s    never    really    had    to    deal    with    cold    air    before.    he’s    never    had    to    deal    with    any    real    change    in    temperature,    only    simulations    to    test    the    resilience    of    his    alloy.   but    it’s    all    so    much!    sensors    used    to    sterile,    controlled    lab    spaces    now    flooded    with    information    ——    almost    too    much    to    take    in    all    at    once.    a    sort    of    primal,    instinctual    excitement    courses    through    every    molecule    of    his    being,    like    lightning    in    a    bottle.

𝙷𝙴    𝙸𝚂    𝚂𝙾    𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴    ——    𝚈𝙾𝚄    𝙲𝙰𝙽    𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙻𝚈    𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳    𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻.

digits    leave    imprints    as    they    curl    tightly    ‘round    cold    metal,    steadying    form    that    threatens    to    liquefy    with    each    passing    moment.    𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴    ——    𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴    ——    𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴.    he’s    so    focused    on    each    empty    second,    he    nearly    forgets    how    to    fill    them.

                   >>    𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝    𝚊𝚛𝚎    𝚢𝚘𝚞    𝚞𝚙    𝚝𝚘    ?

steel    gaze    stays    trained    on    the    dark    horizon    whilst    auditory    sensors    wait    for    the    approaching    sound    of    a    car.    he’s    trembling,    but    from    something    other    than    the    cold.

[comnder-a]

                                                                                                     @goseiko​.

❛❛  come on a walk with me.      i want to take sumo out.  ❜❜   it weighs her pocket down,  as if a black hole consuming her tenderly.   their boots crunch under a fresh layer of snow,  the large st bernard bounding ahead of them.   passion is lovely and lilting,  burrowing itself into every inch of her and painting itself on her skin.   it still feels like the whole  world  goes silent everytime they whisper  i  love  you.   hands twisted together,  calloused palms pressed to smooth ones.   fresh snowflakes dotting her cheeks and curling themselves in her hair,  darting of dark eyes and rosewood lips pursed in a smile.   [even if masked by thick layers of wool,  she fears he can see the soft outline in her pocket and months of planning will be exposed].   

lurking in her chest like a second heart,  crawling up into her throat and readying to spill out.   i  love  you,  isn’t enough.   it hasn’t been in a long time.     ❛❛  ——  so.   you know how hank and i have been hanging out lots?  ❜❜

[t2thousand]

@goseiko​    sent:    ❝    get    in    loser    we're    going    to    cause    a    public    disturbance.    ❞

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼    𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂     /     always    accepting.

false    lips    curl    in    simulated    amusement    at    other’s    rather    informal    offer.    cold    digits    find    hold    around    edge    of    car    door    as    taller    android    leans    down,    steel    gaze    meeting    convincing    browns.    ❝    is    that    a    promise?    ❞

[comnder-a]

                                                                                                     @goseiko​.

her  foot  slips.   possessed by reality and unreality,  throat  sharp  and the quiet ghost of a breath.   [part slaughterhouse,  aren’t you?].   fever in her bones,  uncertain and apprehensive.   it’s enough for him to gain a lead on her,  it cuts  through  her.   she stumbles,  half fear —— tears swelling.   it cuts with a feral screech,  fingernails  dragging  across the gravel.   [acute jab to the shin,  hoping  to hear a crack as she breaks free].   it feels like endless hunger,  her skin  crawling.   enraged,  she  scrambles  to her feet,  cutting around the nearest corner.

❛❛  connor,  please —      you don’t have to do this.  ❜❜    ugly tears and a cracked voice.   it’s a  sad  song,  thick blood trailing down from her nose and painting her lips.   it’s still  haunting.   she’s tainted with grief and horror,  stomach holding every facet of fear as boots  crunch  against the ground.   [heart pounding,  screaming in her ears].   all but cleaved in half,  all tender and raw.   gravel stuck in the open wounds coating her knees and lodged inside of her palms,  grinding into the skin.   you  saw  humanity  where  there  wasn’t.   

but she’s not methodical,  not  calculated.   she’s  fragile  and human,  half out of herself and leaving splashes of blood through the freighter yard.   he  is.   maybe that makes it worse.   that  humanity  always loses and she’s simply running out the sands of time,  being chased by  a  former  friend.   [she calls to him,  the very air haunted with it].    ❛❛  i  know  you’re a  good  person,  that there’s  something  in there.   that  night,  i know it wasn’t just me who felt something.   i  know  you felt something as well.   you  don’t  have  to  do  this,  please!  ❜❜

[comnder-a]

in the end,      i  do  care.   and i’ll  n e v e r  stop and if this is how it ends,  do your  utmost  to  remember  that     i   love   you.                                                                                        @goseiko