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DiMA aesthetic | part 1/? | for @synthuedo ↳  history has it’s eyes on you

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 “   …    ｄｏ ｎｏｔ ｓａｙ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ ｓｕｃｈ ａｓ ｔｈａｔ ｗｉｔｈ ｒｅｓｉｇｎａｔｉｏｎ .   ｈｅａｒｉｎｇ ｉｔ ｆｒｏｍ ｙｏｕ ｉｓ ｐｉｔｉｆｕｌ .   “

  dima was nothing if not honest , and brutally so . the female never hit him as the type to resign themselves to their death that way , or to think about the possibility at all since she was always acting as if driven by the sun itself . alas , here it was , making his eyes fall on her and brows furrow just slightly . what an awful thought .  

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   She didn’t mean to be so morbid, but it came across that way to him. heather was looking at her notebook filled with maps, cult relics, and notes when she spoke to him. usually she is the opposite of what she just said, because she has been driven to find claudia. but now, she is so close to her trail and it’s time to be serious. she WILL kill claudia, only she will and no one else. if claudia dies, then she can die happily too. does she want too? no, but she can die after claduia is dead. so many months of tracking and asking people, and finally she is so close. she has to avenge her father. heather frowned at his words. it may be pitiful, but it is the truth. she can’t die until claudia is dead, that is for certain. 

 ❛Don’t tell me what to say, Dima. I’m a grown girl, and I will s a y what I want, alright? I’m so close to finding Claudia and when I do, one of us will die. Better to think ahead then to live in fantasy land where everything is just wonderful and we are all immortal. ❜  

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@synthuedo.

‘It’s all right, I’ve been reading up on this.’

[ armed with a screwdriver, she picks up his hand. dima’s in a bad way   in terms of maintenance, despite faraday’s best efforts. in fairness,   he’s a bit preoccupied with preventing issues of a larger scale. he can   win the war, but myr will settle for just a battle. ]

‘You’ll tell me if there’s pain, yeah? I don’t want-- I’m                                         not going to hurt you.’

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as for dima , he didn’t have many habits to fall back on since a habit was more or less something exclusive to humans and their types of brains — he , on the other hand , simply didn’t have the capability to create one ! for heather , it was smoking , and dima had noticed some time ago — it didn’t mean he was happy to watch a human with the ability to be seen with a synth destroy themselves in such a wretched way . but he knew , at best . his shaking hands would soon hold his sleeves as he attempts to make everything that he should be more capable to control stop moving already ! it was strange & people were going to notice he was strange if he kept acting up like this — he damned everything inside of him for a moment , just a moment . all of the new pieces he didn’t recognize .

“   ..   ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｋｎｏｗ  …  ｉ ｃａｎｎｏｔ   … ｓｔｏｐ ｍｙｓｅｌｆ  …  ｆｒｏｍ  …   “

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      Heather watched him as he continued to shake. Something is wrong, and she needs to fix it. (somehow). The girl picked up her cigarette and pushed the tip in the tray: extinguishing it. The girl closed her notebook, carefully due to all the loose paper in it. Someday she is going to get organized, but not today. She put the notebook in her bookbag, and stood up. She placed her bag on her back and walked to Dima’s side.

              To be honest, she is getting worried; not because people are staring at him and probably thinking he is a synth. If they tried anything: they would regret it. What if his body is rejecting him? That happens, right? Okay, now she is super worried, but she won’t let it show. Never! Her green hues gazed down at his sleeves as his shaking hand held it. It’s time they left, before someone makes a scene and she has to knee someone in the stomach.  

           The girl extended her hand, but retreated it as quickly as the extend. Her touch is so....dangerous. What is something happens to him if she touches him? In all those visions, she is always hurting someone, and she doesn’t want to hurt him. (or anyone). But just maybe, she can control these ‘powers’, for his sake. Heather extended her hand, only slightly just so her fingers could curl out from her palm. It was a gesture for him to take it, so she could help him out of his seat if he needed the help. 

    ❛ Hey, let’s leave and do something else? We can go for a walk. I’m sure your legs need to stretch and all. ❜  

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@synthuedo.

[ she cries when she kills bloatflies, it’s not a rare occurrence. the second   the survivor’s out the door --valentine trailing behind-- her lip starts to   quiver. she’ll barely notice the wait time, she’s been told. and then, the   two of them can go check out the children of atom. myr’s looking forward   to the radiation. her hand covers her mouth as her eyes start to sting. ]

‘Nick’s to forget me too, isn’t he? It won’t even take very long-- I’m not                                          important enough for him to hold onto.                                          I’ll tell him-- I’ll tell him when he gets back                                          to start erasing me, if he can. He needs                                          the space for his cases, he needs-- I’m                                          sorry--’