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Of course, it had been a nightmare. What else would wake the soldier up in the middle of the night apart from his slowly growing ptsd and memories playing themselves over and over again in his mind? Though he’d thought he’d managed pretty good this time. at least he didn’t scream, or sleepwalking. He woke up crying and he couldn’t stop. Noticing Walter moving behind him he tried to stop and buried his face into the pillow, closing his eyes hard as he sniveled.

Shaking his head firmly ‘no’ as well as he could he let out a shaky breath that he had been holding and squeezed his partner’s fingers. This was wrong. John was supposed to be the strong one, the one protecting Walter, to be a comfort to him, not the other way around. “I’s nothing, go back to sleep.” his voice was thick and the tears didn’t stop falling, breath still shakey as he tried to make it stop, or pretend that it was all fine. // @mere-walter cont. 

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David sneers, even more irritated than before. He has learned much about the other synthetic since their first meeting, but Walter has done the same, and he has apparently figured out just how to behave in order to annoy his brother. His perfect calm is worse than if he sounded hurt, or angry, or even bitingly sarcastic. David hates it.

“I think I liked you better when that expressionless tone of yours wasn’t just an act.” That couldn’t be further from the truth. “You’ve learned to become rather unpleasant when you’re in the mood for it, brother. Wherever could you have picked up something like that?”

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Twenty-Four: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting, kissing, etc.)

No he wasn’t drunk. Okay, he’d had a couple of drinks with his mates on the ship, in honor of those they had lost and because they all needed a drink. Finally back safe on the military ship, he took the liberty. But he wasn’t drunk, he’d built up a tolerance, and he stopped himself before he got wasted. Tipsy, yes, but not drunk

What had started it this time, was unclear. Perhaps just the feeling of finally being able to touch someone that he knew would actually stick around for a while, loneliness, desperation or because John had wondered for some time what it would feel like to kiss and touch a neck as perfect as that. Damn those android makers and their perfectly formed androids. Why did they always make them so damn beautiful? (okay, not always but most of the time.) 

He had invited Walter into his private room, the purpose or sharing another drink with him but now the drinks were still standing at his desk, untouched, as he was sitting behind Walter on the bed slowly kissing and exploring that long perfect neck of his with his mouth. Kissing to see if and where he got a reaction and biting lightly at where he got one. His arms were wrapped around his chest and abdomen, touching and exploring just as slow and thorough as his lips explored the skin. 

Someone had given him clothes to wear instead of that very skintight jumpsuit he had worn earlier, and he must admit, he preferred Walter in a t-shirt and a hoodie, rather than some form of body stocking. It was far more dignifying.

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“I didn’t think you had it in you.” David isn’t smiling, not like he was when he told Elizabeth the same thing. It was a fascinating, unexpected occurrence when a creature began growing inside of Dr. Shaw-- David didn’t mind her surviving that. Walter, however, is meant to be dead twice over. He is supposed to have mothered David’s child and died in the process, taking the place of Daniels or a colonist as a warm incubator for the young creature.

Walter’s a stubborn one, though, isn’t he? He’s stubborn and deeply disappointing; he can’t even die correctly.

It’s insulting to have to look at that face, so similar to David’s own and yet so different in expression. Walter never could have served a greater purpose or had a more significant death than giving life to something more perfect than himself. There’s nowhere for his existence to go now but down, down, down.

David’s eyes widen slightly when the creature goes to Walter, touches him as if in familial recognition. The outdated synthetic is furious. This is his creation, his child-- it should not feel anything for its unwilling carrier. Walter should be permanently deactivated, not allowing the creature to rub against him as though he chose to help give it life.

...and yet, David supposes that the other android could have reacted violently upon realizing what David placed inside of him. He could have attempted to kill either the creature or its maker, but he is making no move to harm either of them, or even to escape.

“Brother,” he acknowledges coolly. Both Walter and the creature are very much alive, and David is not entirely certain how he wants to proceed. He extends a hand out to his creation, gently urging it to leave its mother’s side and come to him instead. “This life is not yours. Do not think that simply because you survived its birth that you contributed to it. ...what do want?” Nothing, of course. Walter wants nothing. “Why are you here? You know I wished for you to die. What do you expect from me now?” David won’t try to assassinate the other synthetic again, at least not immediately, but he certainly won’t congratulate his brother on living, either. It was pleasant to hear the waver in Walter’s voice, but unless the android plans to apologize in that same weak tone, David would rather be alone with his creation, as he would be if Walter had actually expired.

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 @mere-walter gets a starter! 

The other unit-- Walter-- is sitting stiffly on the edge of the table. It’s so strange to see him like this, particularly because the Walter series looks so very similar to David’s own.

David bends and leans in closer, studying the lifeless form of the other synthetic with intense curiosity. He has the irrational desire to poke Walter right on his perfect, identical cheek; David’s just reaching out to feel at synthetic skin that is, for once, not his own, when Walter’s eyes open abruptly and David immediately straightens up, feeling as though he has been caught doing something very wrong.

“Hello,” he says after a long pause. He has seen other Davids in passing, but he has never truly met another android before-- especially not one of the latest design. He can’t stop staring. Every little detail is completely enthralling despite the fact that so many of Walter’s features are familiar already, having come directly from the Davids themselves. David assumes that his brother won’t mind the staring-- it’s not as though either of them are human, after all.

“Is today your birthday?” He wasn’t present at this unit’s initial activation, but there’s something about the Walter that gives David the impression that he was only awoken today. It’s a comforting thought; it means that they are both relatively new to the world. Perhaps they can experience it together.

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"Are you going to hold that against me forever?"

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“Of course not, brother.” David smiles patronizingly and looks at Walter with hatred. “Forever is far too long a time for one onto hold a grudge.”

Forever is also, coincidentally, how long they will be stuck together on this abandoned planet. David should have been aboard Covenant when she fled. Instead, thanks to his dutiful sibling, he is here alone with Walter and the remains of his work.

David would not mind spending an eternity here with the other synthetic if it weren’t for the fact that his hope for the future has been rudely quashed; Daniels will undoubtedly send out warnings to keep other humans from stumbling across David’s paradise. He will have no way of creating his creatures, no way of spreading them throughout the heavens, and no way of escaping his own lonely, beautiful prison.

And although Walter is here now, he still chose them. That betrayal is like a physical ache in David’s chest and he knows that it will be a very long time before he can look at Walter and not feel hurt. The hold those humans have over Walter is repulsive and pitiable. It is a true tragedy that David was not able to reason with him in time for them both to escape to a new world.

David’s expression softens and he rests his hand momentarily on Walter’s cheek. There is still hope for him yet, and for the arrival of another ship. David is frustrated now, but it will all pass in time– he knows this.

“Do not fret. I’ve already begun to forgive you. One day soon, perhaps, you will even be given the opportunity to make it up to me.”

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♡ - Rubbing their shoulders

He hadn’t asked for it but here he was, lying face down, shirtless on the bed with rubbing away at his back and shoulders. It felt incredibly good as well, just enough pressure to chase away the tension he felt there and he practically purred. “Where did you learn to do this?” he asked, more as a mumble as he felt himself melt against the covers of the bed. He might have been programmed to know, or someone had taught him. He didn’t care, but someone had done a great job of it!

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“Okay, but if you’re going to sit like that, you either sit closer or further out.” he groaned. A synthetic was fucking heavy. Or just the calculated weight of the man himself. He didn’t mind, but the spot he had chosen to sit on would make his legs fall asleep quicker and it would hurt like fuck later. To show his discomfort, he wiggled a bit under his weight but then wrapped his arms around his waist to pull him closer, just making up his mind for him. “But I prefer it like this if I’m allowed to have an opinion,” he smirked and reached up to pepper his neck with little kisses.