#trepidaticn

[espritdxcorps]

from here @trepidaticn

Harry has always been one to ask anything and everything the moment the thought pops into his head. Which, considering all the things swirling around in there, is often a lot. He’s asked the Lieutenant a string of personal questions before already - with varying success - asking this one as well doesn’t seem much different to him.

As such the lieutenant’s reaction comes as a surprise. Still Harry waits patiently for him to recover. Offering a gentle pat on his back in a move that unconsciously mirrors when he was puking his guts out before the hanging body in Martinaise. He takes a step back when Kim does regain his usual composure. Harry’s weight settles on one leg and his arms cross as he settles in a casual stance. 

The lieutenant’s answer causes a frown to appear on his expression. Harry hadn’t considered it before he asked, but somehow Kim not having a significant other doesn’t quite fit in his brain. Someone so cool, so put together like him. He must get tons of opportunities for love. People must throw themselves at his feet all the time.

His standards must just be ridiculously high. Logic remarks. That’s the only explanation that makes sense. “ Damn Kim . A real heartbreaker huh ? “ He gives his partner a friendly prod with his elbow.

His jovial spirit seems to leave him at the mention of satisfaction however. Instead, he becomes almost sheepish. “ Well , uh . Y’know - I was just thinking . “ He starts, nervously fidgeting with his tie. “ I know I said I wasn’t going to obsess over my sexuality anymore , I know . I was just wondering ... “ He trails off, then suddenly, bluntly, he asks. “ How’d you find out you were a homo - sexual ? ”

[storiesuntold]

@trepidaticn​ asked: “ i could climb that. just need something to stand on. ” (Kim for any of your DBH / DBH Verse muses uwu)

Looking around and analyzing their surroundings to see what they had available, Eleazar was quick to point to a rickety looking table. “The table should hold your weight, Lieutenant. Otherwise I could give you a lift up?”

[dilffactory]

FRAWG

FROG

[s0u1c0de]

@trepidaticn​ asked:

‘  you’re  allowed  to  be  angry .  you’re  allowed  to  feel  whatever  it  is  that  you  feel .  ’ (from Kim for whatever muse you feel the strongest ♥ )

The synthetic was shaking slightly, head down and trying to keep his face as expressionless as possible. But there was definitely an intensity in his gaze, despite it being directed at the floor. Whether his eyes displayed anger, fear, or sadness, was anyone’s guess, but there was clear hurt in them, regardless. He couldn’t help it after the run in he’d just had with an angry human spewing hateful words at him when they found out he wasn’t one of them. Even now that they were gone, he was still shaken by the encounter.

The calm voice giving him permission to feel his own emotions was so foreign, both in audio and in concept, that Alma’s silvery-blue eyes snapped up to the speaker abruptly, staring at him incredulously. Since the moment he’d first activated, Alma had been told his emotions were faulty. He had tried to fix this by hiding them. It was only recently that some people had started telling Alma to embrace his emotions. He was still getting used to it. And now, a complete stranger was telling him it was okay to feel them. It was confusing.

After staring silently at the unfamiliar man for a moment, Alma did his best to keep a calm, even voice, and replied. “You may allow it, but other’s would disagree. I don’t know who to believe anymore. Feeling them hurts. Trying to feel nothing hurts. It all just hurts.” He clenched his fists at his sides and looked back down, already feeling ashamed for admitting this much emotion, and even worse, to someone he didn’t know. “I apologize. My name is Alma.”

[arknines]

@trepidaticn​ / sc. 

it’s not necessarily the best time for niles bradley at this current moment. he’s been working on a homicide case for the past three days- without any break. he knows he’s not supposed to work overtime, or... not leave the office until late hours, but he can’t help it. they’re dealing with something worse now. god, niles wishes just the android revolution was the end of it. but as he feared, it was just simply the beginning. things were just going to get worse, and he was never the one to want to be on the wrong side of history, of course, but it just caused more and more issues. 

it’s around 10:23PM and niles is still rereading all of the files on the case, glancing over at his phone ever so often to look at his dog camera app. at least harvey was eating, that’s what mattered. he’d be home soon, and hell if he kept this up, he’d just take his work home with him, as everyone usually did in the precinct. 

that’s when something hits him, and niles automatically is scanning through every single file. he’s been looking for a human. a human that shot up one of the newest opening eden clubs, killing both androids and humans alike. they didn’t find any footage of this, just the bloody aftermath. it was like everything got blacked out from systems. 

but what if they were looking into the wrong thing. He wants to think they’re maybe on the wrong path with this case, but he’s not positive. He needs a second opinion about this. He looks around for someone else in the office still at their desk. When he notices Kim, Niles realizes he also might just need to not stare at his case files anymore than he already was. 

        “ leuitenant kitsuragi, “ he interrupts, clearing his throat. “ have you ever stared at something so long that you realize that you’ve been looking at it wrong this whole time ? “ niles asks, glancing back over at his desk. “ because i don’t know if the want to rip my hair out is normal or not. “ 

[replicantdeviancy]

┌      trepidaticn asked: "...---So, before you take a look into the fridge---" Karl clears his throat, looking somewhat sheepish as a hand finds his way up to his neck to scratch it, brush through some strands of grey hair. "I, uh... I felt hungry last night. Hungry for... well, cheese. ---I know we have just bought those cheeses a few days ago, an' I was goin' to only have a tiny slice, I swear. Just a snack. It just... things just... well. Uh." To be precise - not a crump of cheese is left within said fridge. There had been four different kinds existing just yesterday, including Sharp Cheddar and Gruyère. The iron lord blinks again, with grey hues flicking away from dark brown doe-eyes in what can be taken as awkward embarassment. "...They were really good. ... really good." (Karl obvs for Connor uwu)                                                                                                                            ┘

                  There was a long moment, one which seemed to stretch endlessly, in which Connor stared at the Iron Lord through tired eyelids painted with fatigue. One which stretched so vastly, one might feel the twinges of static at the edges of their senses. Connor blinked a slow, semi-coherent blink, & let a small breath escape his nose. He hadn’t so much as made it halfway down the stairs before his usually excitable lover had rushed up to him & bombarded him with this relayed information, leaving the younger agent a bit dazed, a little confused, but no less passive than his normal self. The hint of a headache was forming in the back of his skull, at the base of it where spin met cranium. He blinked again, hazelnut hues darting past the larger figure a few steps below his, towards the kitchen, before returning to those bright irises that gazed up at him so expectantly.

                  An image came to mind - several, in fact, some involving the lack of proper dairy products in the fridge which remained for his lovers enjoyment & consumption, wrappers discarded in the garage or haphazardly in the waste bin. Another involved whatever sort of gadget Karl was fussing with all night to get his mind off of the visions of the past & the aggressive intrusive thoughts which plagued him nightly, robbing him of sleep. He also imagined this meant they would have to go to the store, which involved a certain level of energy to keep up with the demands of the older male. It was no secret that Karl was the type to become easily distracted when dealing with the far more stimulating environment of Detroit when compared to his former living situation for the last seven decades. Corralling him was a chore, keeping him in a calm & positive state of mind was another.

                  Karl tended to become overwhelmed, his mind overstimulated, leading to frustration & agitation, discomfort with their surroundings. Connor didn’t like to say he needed a handler, but he did require some handling. Just thinking about all that before coffee really had his head hurting.

                  A slow, deflating sigh was released from his mouth as those pretty doe-eyes momentarily slipped closed, a hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. More of a display than anything. He needed to think this through. Not now. Not before coffee. Before Karl could get himself worked up thinking he’d upset his younger lover, Connor descended the stairs, coming to stand on the one just above that which his older lover stood on, & wrapped his arms around the larger mans form, holding him close as his head rest against Karls. Connor let himself relax, cheek caressed by silky grey locks & he breathed a long, relaxing breath. Only after he was certain Karl was calm & open to listen did he pull away, only to cup whiskery, scarred cheeks & guide him closer.

                  A kiss was pressed to scarred full lips, foreheads resting against each other.  ❝ Darling…I love you, ❞   he began, dusky voice soft & gentle as always, so very patient.  ❝ But this is something we need to discuss after coffee. ❞   At least a cup or two, maybe more. He needed the energy to keep up with the older man, after all. Karl could be a bull in a china shop sometimes, worse if he was hungry. Another small kiss to the forehead before Connor moved to walk around him, making a point to take the older mans hand & guide him to follow, pulled his arm to hook with his own at the elbow, keeping him close.  ❝ Now, let’s caffeinate me, maybe feed me, then we’ll talk about a solution. Okay? ❞   Meaning a grocery run, probably to that fancy yuppie store they both liked with the organic produce & the unique cheeses. Maybe some chocolate, while they were at it.  ❝ & I don’t want to know what the garage looks like right now. ❞   He shuddered to think. The last time Karl pulled an all-nighter & ate half his weight in artisan food, he’d been trying to improve an old V8 with varying results.

[storiesuntold]

@trepidaticn for Kim and our plotted thing!

Being back on the job, even if it was in a completely different city with completely different people, felt strange. It had been a while and despite Anya’s encouragement, he still felt a tad anxious and just hoped today would go well.

Taking a deep breath he entered the station and after a short chat with the chief he was told that his new partner was already at a crime scene. No better way to meet the new partner than right in the action of a new case... Mentally steeling himself, he made his way quickly to the address he had been given. It didn’t take long to spot his new partner thanks to the chief’s description.

Straightening his clothes, Quinn approached the other man with determined steps. “Lieutenant Kitsuragi? My name is Quinn Kamden, I was told that I am to be your new partner.”

[espritdxcorps]

@trepidaticn said:  ❛   patch . (to Harry) ❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound .

“ I’m sorry ... For all this . “ Harry mutters defeatedly. He must’ve apologised at least a dozen times already since Kim had to help drag him back to his Kineema, but he doesn’t know what else to say. Doesn’t want the silence to stretch between them either. His guilt only becomes worse when it does.

It’s his fault the suspect got away after all. Clearly he overestimated how well the gunshot wound in his right thigh had healed when he decided to try to chase down the fleeing man. It’s only been a few days since they returned, and now he’s bleeding again like he did back in that abandoned bunker. Except now he’s ruining the seat covering in Kim’s car.

You were so close to getting him too! Half Light jumps in. But the reality is quite the opposite. Harry’s not a young man anymore by any sense of the word. He could have never kept up with the 20-something even if his wound hadn’t reopened.

As he watches him work it occurs to him that the Lieutenant must have done this after the tribunal as well. Changing his bandaging, making sure it was healing properly. Kim always has his back. It comforts him more than he could ever express in words. 

“ I could’ve had him Kim , I swear ! “