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Prompt 30: “Did you ever love me?”
He was shocked. He was surprised. He was angry. His mind churned with questions that he didn’t have the answers to. And he hated not having answers.
How could this have happened? He’d thought he’d had Bing wrapped around his little finger. The android was completely and utterly smitten and therefore completely and utterly under his control.
But now Bing walked away when he approached. Now he refused to talk to Dark. Refused to acknowledge him at all.
Now he gave all his attention and affections to someone else, and it made Dark’s long-dead blood boil.
What had he done? He’d done what was expected of a good partner. He’d doted, he’d been gentle, he’d picked up on Bing’s emotional cues so as to know exactly what was needed and when.
He would get his answers. Would take them, if necessary.
He cornered Bing in the kitchen, when no one else was around. Shoved him up against the wall and crushed their mouths together.
Even with Bing’s attitude toward him, he didn’t expect the resistance he got.
“Dark! Dude!” Bing’s core thrummed as he frantically pushed the entity back. “Not cool! What the-”
“No.” Dark cut him off with a cold stare. “What you are doing is ‘not cool.’ Why are you avoiding me?”
“I told you,” Bing leaned against the wall, crossing his arms across his chest. He was doing it to appear calm and collected, but Dark wasn’t fooled; he could see his hands trembling. “We-we’re done.”
“That’s not an answer.” Dark stepped closer again, lifting a hand to trace the android’s jawline with his thumb, delighting in how his core’s hum picked up in volume. “I’d like an answer as to why you decided you were done with me.”
“I- uh,” Bing gulped. “I-”
“You don’t just get to decide that you’re done. That’s not how it works.” He tilted his head. “Especially not with me.”
“But did you ever love me?” Bing seemed to steel himself suddenly, and his gaze hardened. He jerked his face from Dark’s grasp. “Did you ever really love me?”
That made Dark pause. Made him sneer. Bing took that for an answer and stepped away.
“That’s what I thought,” he said. Then he fled.
Dark was left facing the wall, rage burning just below his icy, gray skin. Was left turning the question over and over again in his mind.
Did you ever love me? What kind of question was that?