I wasn't gonna write more for the time being, but I was writing with pen and paper (shocker ain't it), and I randomly got the urge to write them again. So yall get a bit more
(Previous snippets)
Also, @mellioops, hi, hello :3c
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“It's festive.”
Jimmy looks over his shoulder when he hears Tango's voice falling behind. The lights fall over him so softly he can't help stare. White, red and green lights touch his face. It's soft and he glows, his eyes so bright.
Tango turns to look back, the line of his lips breaking so naturally. Jimmy can almost pretend everything is fine. They are just walking home from the market, their bags heavy with goods, Pixl waiting at home, and Tango beautiful as ever.
His voice box crackles when he speaks and the illusion breaks.
Jimmy fixates on the cracked face plates, the mismatched shades of his skin, the missing synthetic skin on his left hand. There is a stiffness in his posture, no doubt worsened by the cold.
But he smiles.
Tango smiles and Jimmy shatters the only way Tango won't.
“Hey, Jimmy, look over there.”
A little ahead, a group of kids are having a snowball fight. A nanny android watches over them, holding a bundled up baby. They laugh loud, rivalring the noise of the city. Happiness bursts—they echo in his sound processors.
On the side, not too far, also watching over them with fondness is an old couple sitting on a bench. She holds her cane on one hand, and her lover's on the other.
“It's that time of year, huh?” Tango laughs, and how real it sounds to him. How perfect, unbroken.
Jimmy looks above them, the canopies of trees and the twinkling lights. The way they embrace Tango so softly—he feels jealous.
But he walks over, limp and creaking, and there's nothing Jimmy won't do to meet him halfway. And he takes his hand, tight. Tango won't feel it this lifetime—maybe they'll be luckier in the next.