#ic: david

[florxdexcerezos]

open to: f/m/nb muse: david arlington plot: smth like this - x - can link it to a work thing, to a family expectation thing, can be whatever! suggested connections: spouse, fiancé(e), bf/gf etc.

"it 'urts me we can't be together -" his expression was pained, as if the sensation described afflicted him in that very moment. whatever pain he was experiencing wasn't enough to keep him from them. he would hold on for eternity. "Publicly, I mean. But still, it's not like I can just take you somewhere nice like you deserve without there being 100 questions."

[delusionland]

tommy runs full speed towards david, it looks like he’s going to run straight towards him. he does stop, inches from david. but what’s this? he holds something behind his back, some flowers. he leans in to kiss david, letting it last for a little bit, before finally pulling away. “heard you had a bad day, got these to cheer you up.”

David barely looks up even as he hears Tommy coming, boots rumbling against the ground like a revved up ‘hog---but he trusts his boyfriend with his whole heart, body & soul, and he’s busy. When he does look up---Tommy surprises him. With romance, with thoughtfulness, with the deep butter-melt, sweet syrupy goodness in his insides like on a warm plate of pancakes.

The kiss doesn’t last long---nothing ever does, with Tommy, but even as he pulls away, he lingers, he warms, he vibrates with energy & enthusiasm & what amounts to nothing but gentle, shy, gentlemanly love that he’d never actually call that----and David is left breathless by it, a sharp intake of breath that sounds a bit like a tiny, “Ah,” and then a breathy sigh outward through just-kissed, still-puckered, still-pursed lips, that sounds like David regarding him (&/or checking him out) with an impressed, satisfied, “Hm.”

“I did have a bad day. You just made it a lot better.” He puts down the papers in his hands, all but tosses the flowers over his shoulder, and wraps his full body around Tommy, two butter-wet hot pancakes, steamed together, touching every inch with condensation and deep full body pressure---and says, as fast as he can----”Thinkfast!---” Before he dips him as backwards as far and as fast as he can push him without breaking his knees, and kisses him long & deep & silly, the way he only can be with the Tommy he trusts this much.

[synthomies]

@syntheticisolation cont. from here.

A frown pulls from the lips of the android’s cold flesh. Fingertips are dipped with fresh thirium with its signature blue settled on the lower set of his brims, body hunkered down against the floor. The LED on his temple looked to be whirling at a content orange, chocolate eyes meeting a brighter pair in front of him. Cautionary distance seems to be kept between them, Connor not making a move to close in on the gap — at least for now.

He tries a reasonable approach, it’s hard to tell what type of situation the RK800 model is setting himself up for. This synthetic was not the same as him but there was something… that had a familiar understanding.

“I am going to ask you to please remain calm.” He raises a hand up as a mark of gesture, using the floor to push himself up. “I’m sure there’s a mutual agreement between us that it would be in your best interest to cooperate with my instructions.”

David offered a seemingly sincere smile, though it appeared almost out of place amongst his features. "I assure you, I am perfectly calm. I harbour no ill-intentions." He pitied the other man - for that was what he was, a man, whether created or birthed it did not matter. The way he had served and followed orders, the way he had pursued those like him who had only tried to seek something more out of their monotonous lives. He'd seen the news reports.   Though they had different colours of blood running through their artificial veins, they were fundamentally the same. It was this fact that had drawn David to Connor in the first place. "No, I only intend to... help you understand."

[delusionland]

@fromscarlet ikea starters!

“You ever think about living in an Ikea? I would live in an Ikea. The rooms may be small, but they’re not any smaller than the dorms were at Xavier’s. And I wouldn’t have to share them with Josh.”

[delusionland]

@fromscarlet [ tommy & david ]

“You know. I don’t think we talk enough about you being a mutant.” The grandson of the most infamous (coolest) mutant (besides Dani & Lorna & Ororo), no less. “You never got to go to any of the five hundred new schools for it.” 

“I feel like... you’re missing out on a larger sense of the community. There are a lot of people like us out there.” People with similar trauma to Tommy’s. People who have been experimented on, and tortured. People who don’t want to talk about it---but could still... Be nice for Tommy to have around. To process things. Feel more normal, maybe. Feel like he COULD talk about it.

[synthomies]

> initiate program: David. | @wehaveaprxblem hey paleyo have a pd!david starter :’)

“Tell me, Mister Houston. What was it like to steal another man’s life?” His question filled the empty silence. Even in his ever polite voice, it was hard to deny the hint of a sinister undertone. It was a challenge; testing what buttons he could press, and just how long he could get away with it.

[synthomies]

@searchforlife cont. from here.

“Doesn’t mean he predicted that this was going to happen” Pandora stuttered near the end of her remark as she stood crossed arm over the remains of one of the more rebellious crew members. His body was deformed and his skin had become patchy with ashy marks. “I’m no doctor but im pretty sure he is dead.” she said with a shake of her head “the cause of death was something internal as there are no physical wounds.” she commented as she sighs” we need to contact the medical wing see if they can diagnose the cause of death.”

A sigh slipped through his lips. “I’m perfectly aware he’s dead. The likelihood of someone’s survival once their body has reached this level of damage is unlikely.” He paused a moment, gazing over the corpse. It was quite fascinating to see the extent of the effects, but it was best he did not ponder this out loud with an audience.  “If he were by some chance still alive, I’d have to kill him anyway. Not that it matters now; had he listened to my advice he wouldn’t be lying before us.”

[florxdexcerezos]

open! muse: david arlington, angel of the north!

“okay, what about this idea - a party walk into a temple, right. middle of nowhere, on a mountain sort of temple. looks ordinary at first glance so they approach. when they get to the door, they notice something peculiar written in some sort of red dripping liquid.” he paused and leaned in close to whisper:

“ ‘don’t speak’.”