#interactions || yetfierce

[deluzeorphean]

@nomadpvnk is also an enabler. Yall should start a club.

Johnny waited until Misty left before stepping around in front of V, to sit on the ledge with his back to the city. “So.” He started, glancing away from her, over his shoulder at the city behind him. He never realized how beautiful it could be. Swinging a leg over to straddle the ledge, his thoughts were all over the place. He had a few ideas on how to do this with the least amount of casualties. But also, he was considering the best way to save V’s life with the little time they had to make sure her body didn’t reject her. It was too used to him already. “Got anyone ya wanna say goodbye to? Might not get another chance.”

Letting his gaze shift to her, he seemed.. apologetic. The code glitching slightly around him, he wanted to say so much, and as a musician, it was odd that he couldn’t find the words. He probably could’ve if he’d had a guitar.

[deluzeorphean]

@nomadpvnk​ asked:  “Where are we going?”

Johnny looked toward her, flesh hand gripping the steering wheel of his Porsche, metal elbow propped on the rolled down window of the driver’s door. Wind blew into the car, flipping his dark hair all over, but he smirked a little at her. “For a ride.” But they’d been on this ride for over sixteen hours. They could have passed for nomads themselves, if it hadn’t been for the fact they were riding in a car NOT meant for offroading.

“What? Don’ trust me?” He asked, turning his gaze back toward the road, he was starting to get tired of driving. Either he needed a nap or very strong coffee to keep going. “Keep an eye out for a place ta take a nap.”

[deluzeorphean]

@nomadpvnk liked THIS for a starter.

         He materialized out of thin air and code, leaning on the concrete railing to look across at the fighting on a lower level, the corner of his lips tilted into a smirk. It wasn’t just a fight. Well, it could have been a gang fight, if he couldn’t see the NCPD’s name on the backs of some of them. He reached, tapping V’s arm in that momentary contact he only ever gave in times of MALFUNCTION.

           “Its a motherfuckin’ riot we’ve been dyin’ to start.” He was grinning as he watched, nothing else he could do. Johnny couldn’t join, he couldn’t cheer them on. He couldn’t even write a song about it. Well, he could, if V would let him.

[deluzeorphean]

Val vc: I might consider it if you ask real nicely...😏

Johnny vc: you’ll think ‘bout it long enough, I won’ hav’ta.

[deluzeorphean]

@nomadpvnk​ said: “ i’m tired of laying here in this stupid bed. ”

He dried his hair with the towel, glancing at her for a moment before he shook his head, “Doc’s scarier than you.” Johnny was teasing at he walked toward her bed, “said ya overdid it. Ya need more rest.” He sat on the edge of the bed beside her, one hand on the other side of her body. “An’ what’s better than havin’ The Johnny Silverhand waitin’ on ya hand an’ foot?”

He leaned over to kiss her cheek, “I wouldn’ do this for jus’ anybody.”

[deluzeorphean]

@nomadpvnk​ said: “Does it still hurt to think about?”

“Sometimes.”

He touched the place on his shoulder where metal met skin, remembering how he lost his arm almost sixty years ago. Exhaling loudly, in thought, in concentration.

“Our panzer got hit with a heavy bombardment. Goddamn, there was a fuckin’ kid in tha street. We stopped. We shouldn’ve fuckin’ stopped.”

[deluzeorphean]

❛ loneliness is the fracture that never heals quite right. ❜

MEMES || Always Accepting

                 Johnny looked up from his thoughts, dark eyes blinking in mild confusion from the randomness of the statement. “Practicin’ to write fortune cookies now?” The man was sufficiently confused as he looked toward her with a raised brow. Hoping she wasn’t planning to give him any of the mystical bullshit he remembered as a kid with friends at Chinese restaurants. He didn’t believe in that shit, or have time for it.

                Johnny might have been an artist, but he didn’t really believe in an afterlife or anything like having a pre-written destiny. “Loneliness is whatever you decide it is. Loneliness can be a prison.. or it can be freedom.”

[deluzeorphean]

Your muse just caught mine doing something dangerous! Send “What were you thinking?!” to scold them

MEMES || always accepting

              That was the question that everyone always asked him, and fifty years ago, he would have answered it with What Ever The Hell I Want. But things were different now, and he couldn’t explain the dipping sensation of guilt in his stomach. Something Johnny wasn’t used to feeling, if he was honest with himself.

              He kept his eyes down as she yelled, but one digital hallucination of his hand covered hers on the gun as he stood around the corner, firing in the direction of the Scavs for her.The other seems to physically be holding her body out of view. 

                                       “Shut up, V.”