#sentiene

[313248317]

"can i--" a pause, watching his own hands intently where they pull at his sleeves. "can i... hold your hand?"

      [ CAN I HOLD YOUR HAND? ]

      The comment settles across his vision in bright bold letters, remaining in his field of vision for several long seconds as he comes to a swift stop, LED flicking over from the solid blue to a flashing one as he turns his gaze and attention over to the android at his side.  The scan over his companion was automatic, revealing information he’d known for a long while by now and settling it right underneath the question across his vision.

      [ MODEL: PL600.  SERIAL NUMBER: 501 743 923.  STATUS : DEVIANT ]

      [ STRESS LEVELS: 57 % ]

      Connor flashes a quick smile to Simon, reaching forward to adjust the other males sleeves first before moving on to take his hand, contently lacing their fingers.

      “ Yes, of course. I like holding hands. “

[soulstied-a]

@sentiene liked for my soul.

He’s on patrol today, dressed in the tight Android Issued DPD uniform. The other officer assigned with him has wandered off, he assumes to either flirt or get something to eat. Allen payed little attention considering he had a task at hand. Since the revolution Androids walking the streets became more prominent but that didn’t stop the violence against them, because of this patrol had increased and frequently Allen was assigned and witness to the violent and just rather cruel nature humans treat Androids with. He’s actually walked a few Androids to work, which they greatly appreciate. 

Allen was making his third round around the block when he spotted someone cornered by a few angry civilians. He makes his way over, as calm as ever with his hands tucked behind his back. With natural ease he stepped in front of the androids, shoulders squared back head raised to look at the people. ❝Good evening, is there a problem?❞ They eyed him up and down, the cruiser parked on the side of the road and then one leaned back and spit in his face. Allen didn’t flinch, continued to stand where he was and with a few slurs directed and him and probably the android behind him they wandered off. 

Once they were gone Allen raised a gloved hand up and wiped his face off, turning to face the Android safe behind him. ❝Are you alright?❞

[antidroidsa]

@sentiene​   said:

“ are you afraid of other people? “

            FEAR    WAS    THE    ONE    THING    THAT    controlled    human    psyche.        what    actions    they    do,        and    how    it    would    ultimately    affect    the    outcome    of    any    given    situation.        what    you    might    say    would    hurt    them,        and    so    forth.        gavin    would    be    the    first    person    to    criticize    someone    of    that        -        and    to    what    benefit    from    that    would     entail    for    him    ?        he    was    a    hypocrite,        through    and    through.        he    was    scared,        someday    that    tina    would    leave    him.        leave    him    for    connor,        or    -    just,        someone    who    would    be    a    much    better    friend    then    he    was.        a    less    of    a    burden.        ‘        maybe    i    am.        ‘        he    starts,        the    words    firm    before    the    next    come    out    more    unsure.        ‘        maybe    i’m    afraid    of    what    people    will    think    because    of    my    fucking    dumbass    actions.       ‘        did    it    make    him    a    coward    .    .    .    ?        well,        the    answer    was    obvious.        ‘        i    can’t    believe    i’m    telling    this    to    you,        of    all    people.        ‘        dryly    chuckling    as    he    sighs,        fisting    his    hands    into    his    jacket.        ‘        guess    i’m    that    pathetic,        afterall.    ‘

[lncompletus]

            “you’re uncomfortable with death,” it’s said as a statement, not a question, as deft fingers pull down a pristine new latex glove over opposite hand. the other follows suit. isaac rolls out the slab from it’s wall, next, a sheet covering a cadaver underneath. male, age thirty-one, crushed trachea and ruptured carotid artery, causing cerebral ischemia. or, simply put, the man was choked to death. 

            he’s told the blond can identify the body, as he seemed to be a shut in with few relatives. but so far, the blond has done nothing but pull at the sleeves of his jumper, and avoid looking at anything that might be considered a part of the trade. which, considering two of his four active examination tables have corpses on them (though covered, he’s more concerned with the privacy of the dead than the living) and the coldness of the room only seems to enhance the chemical sterile smell, the strangers eyes haven’t really left his own feet.

           “but you’re a nurse. statistically, more death happens in hospitals then it doesn’t.” // @sentiene

[lncompletus]

smiles at him... softly

           this is where he should smile back. yes. isaac does so, if only because it’s considered the socially acceptable thing to do. there’s no reason for the two of them to be smiling at each other, he’s barely met this man outside of professional standings - even now, he’s only here because he needs a nurse to draw blood, and simon is a nurse he knows. a competent one, at least. perhaps thats why the dead bothered him so much, he took well enough care of those in his charge that they lived to ripe old ages.

          how miserable. 

          still, isaac smiles a little because he’s supposed to, and wonders why simon needs to warn him at the prick of a needle. it hardly hurts, he’s a grown man, there’s no reason to check in on him like a child with a lolipop. but, ah, that’s just simon’s nature, he guessing. nurturing. he’s not used to it.

[jericholed]

traces markus' lips with gentle fingers, synthetic skin peeling away as each brush of contact - feelings of contentness, peace and perhaps a suggestion of /want/ passed through the fleeting connections as simon's gaze focuses on the white polymer beneath his fingertips

a    shaky    intake    of    breath    slips    from    his    lips    as    his    head    tips    slightly    forward    to    accept    the    motion,    eyes    coming    to    flutter    shut    before    reopening    once    more.    markus    is    tempted    to    replicate    his    gesture,    not    wanting    to    be    the    only    one    to    receive    it    -    but    he    decided    to    let    him    take    control.    at    least,    for    now.    there    was    no    need    for    words    to    be    exchanged    between    the    two,    nor    any    need    to    interface    in    order    to    explore    the    confines    of    their    minds.    rather,    it    was    an    exchange    of    unadulterated    love    and    trust    for    the    other,    as    well.    the    skin    peels    back    further    when    the    android    finally    makes    his    move,    fingers    coming    to    cup    around    his    wrist    as    he    peppers    kisses    over    the    pads    of    the    plastic    that    made    up    his    hands    -    his    chin    bumps    occasionally    with    each    kiss    made,    further    peeling    the    skin    through    the    expanse    of    his    neck    as    a    hint    of    a    gentle    smile    crosses    his    face.    suddenly,    one    of    the    finger    tips    slips    into    his    mouth    as    his    lips    come    together    to    suck    on    it    -   the    smile    is    now    a    smirk    as    he    continues    to    tease    his    lover    until    he    snapped.                @sentiene.

[jericholed]

sentiene asked:

a relieved hug

THE    ATTACK    WAS    UNEXPECTED,    BUT    NONE    THE    LESS    WASN’T    AS    SEVERE    AS    many    put    it    out    to    be.    markus    was    coming    over    to    help    the    other    androids    with    their    efforts    in    trying    to    secure    a    safe    enough    place    for    them    to    meet    up,    and    found    himself    being    attacked    by    a    human    protesting    against    the    action    -    he    had    unexpectedly    wielded    a    knife    in    his    jacket,    and    proceeded    to    catch    him    off    guard    enough    to    injure    his    arm    before    being    pushed    away    and    held    down    until    the    police    was    called.    it    caught    the    leader    off    guard    for    sure,    but    did    not    seem    to    shake    his    calm    demeanor    all    too    badly    -    at    least    on    the    outside.    he    had    reassured    north    and    the    others    that    he    was    alright;    but    of    course    they    doubted    him,    and    were    even    more    worried    with    the    wound    he    had    gotten.    the    leader    had    shrugged    it    off    as    it    was    nothing;    and    as    he    was    about    the    leave,    he    suddenly    felt    the    clasp    of    arms    coming    around    him.    his    eyes    widen    momentarily    in    surprise    before    they    come    back    down,    the    realization    of    who    it    was    relaxing    him.    ‘    i    thought    i    would’ve    lost    you.    ‘    he    heard    simon    murmur,    his    arms    become    tighter    around    him.    his    lips    suddenly    tightened    into    a    firm    line    before    it    comes    back    into    a    hint    of    a    sad    smile.    ‘    but    i’m    alright.    i    ...    apologize    for    making    you    worry    simon.    i    shouldn’t    be    inconsiderate    in    what    you    are    feeling.    ‘    for    me.