#verse-tbt

[indeliblymarred]

Human!Connor at that deviant hunter!Kara gifset: "I am watching... respectfully."

One brow quirked up as the opposite end of her lip did as well. “Are you now?” She jutted out her bottom lip a bit and tilted her head. “Hm. What a shame.”

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@missionled​ 

He watched the clear grey surface of the table fog up and then recede as he breathed in and out of his nostrils. His one cheek sufficiently chilled, he rotated his neck to lay his other cheek on the cool surface of the table and sighed out his mouth, leaving a longer trail of condensation before it too faded. The recent surge in homicides in the past couple weeks had taken many late nights away from him and naturally left him feeling more fatigued than usual. A Detroit homicide detective never got that much sleep, but this was just getting ridiculous. He needed a refill on coffee, but he was almost feeling too tired to bother getting up for it.

As if on cue, Zeller saw out of the corner of his eye a familiar uniform and the one corner of his mouth tore into his cheek. Sitting up abruptly, he offered the Android a facetious grin and stretched his arms out, cracking his knuckles as he did so. “Connor, my BEST FRIEND.” He hooked his finger in the handle of his mug and swiveled it around in the direction of the Android. “Be a DOLL... get me refill?” Intentionally, he let the mug slip off his finger and land right at Connor’s feet, shattering all over his shoes. “Oops... mind cleaning that up, too, while you’re at it? God, you’re such a gem, what would we ever do without you, Connor.” 

[indeliblymarred]

“There’s no shame in dying for nothing; that’s how most people die.” ( for?? deviant hunter kara?)

quote prompts nobody asked for || ACCEPTING

          “I hear you say that, Detective Reed,” she began, her eyes as alight as her LED circling blue on her left temple. She spread her hands apart and touched each fingertip to the opposite, looking thoughtful. “...but I have a hard time believing that you believe that. It seems more in line with your proclivity for ironic cynicism or cynicism as a defense mechanism. Regardless of how prevalent it is, most reasonable people would not find it acceptable to die for no reason. Most people would rather have their death mean something or be for a just cause. 

          “Of course, this seldom happens for most people, however, it is the expectation of officers in law enforcement to lay down their lives for their service. So whether or not your death on the job would be for a specific reason or intention, you would be honored as one who died to serve and protect the community.” A satisfied smile pulled at the corners of her lips and she leaned her chin on her hands as they balled up. “So I don’t believe you have to worry about that, unless you die for an incident unrelated to work. Which I find more likely than not.”

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@missionled​ sent:  ' detective zeller, ' the -53 started, pausing as his inscrutable gaze took in the other's expression. the corners of his mouth slid into a perfected smile. ' i brought you a coffee. '

A jolt seized his body when the Android appeared suddenly and he was able to muffle his noise of alarm with clearing his throat, avoiding the other’s eyes. He really did not need to be looking into the same brown eyes that he watched smoke come out of just the other evening while he was tazing him to death. His entire eyeballs were blackened by the end of it, compelling him to close his eyelids. The pained grimace stayed frozen on Connor’s face, even when he was severing it from the body with a circular saw. He had it turned away or covered up most of the time he was working on the body.

          “Thanks, Connor,” said Zeller in a tone higher than usual. There was a brief moment of eye contact and a forced smile as he took the cup, thankful it had a lid on it due to the slight quivering of his hands. His fingers tensed around the cup as he considered whether or not it could be poisoned as revenge, but that thought was quickly dispelled. If the Android didn’t fight back after months of regular abuse from him, he most likely wouldn’t now. Plus, Androids were programmed to never harm humans. While they had been investigating crimes against humans done by deviant Androids he past several weeks, Connor seemed like the farthest thing from deviant. 

          “Good to have you back, buddy. We were worried about you.” The detective had been absolutely soaked in blue blood the night before. He couldn’t believe how much of it there was, even after slitting the Android’s throat and letting him drain in the bathtub. It still splattered from every wound as he sawed him apart into nine pieces, painting his face with blue. Being an ingredient in his Red Ice, he was even able to get a little high off of it, which helped him to dissociate as he dismembered his Android colleague. He knew it wasn’t technically murder because Connor wasn’t technically alive... but it felt like murder. And that’s what kept Zeller up all night. The taste of guilt was like BILE in the back of his throat and he washed it down with a sip of coffee.