#ykfive

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[ 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐_𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 for… ] @ykfive

pushing his lips to the side, he tries to hide a light smile that was forming, then sits himself next to her, setting his hands over his knees. ❝ sometimes i can get scared, too. ❞ he recalls quickly the several instances of fear that he experienced. far and few between, but they were still present. which... made him feel all the more human. ❝ so, you’re pretty brave. at least i think so. ❞

[lutnnta-blog]

file      ;     alice   yk500   ,   warm.

Unfortunately, Hank was correct. This seemed to be happening more and more with the android. Alice clung to her fox plush and stood at the edge of the Lieutenant’s bed, shaking her head at his words, “I-I had a nightmare,” She replied simply, her glossy eyes and shuttering shoulders a dead giveaway. Alice brought a hand up to her face to rub at one of her eyes, sniffling softly before speaking once more. “Can.. Can I sleep with you?”

in  truth,   alice’s  in  self  colors  the  earth.  soil  to  the  trees.   she’s  just  a  child  /  cast  far  from  the  land  o f pearlescent  clouds  and  dreamland  to   what   was  real  and  undesired  as  she  stands  stoic  at  his  bed.   and  it  takes  him  a  few  passing  moments  to  grumble,  acknowledge  his  whereabouts,  in  the  position  he  sits.  his  elbows  act  as  leverage  and  he’s  woken  up  to  this,  child-like  fear  and  hope.  FALTERS.  and  his  head  nods  a  slow  yes,  parental  willingness  to  meet  a  need.   ❛❛                uh.          yeah.   ..  yeah,  c’mon.    ❜❜        there  does  he  move  thither-ward,  prompting  him  to  slip  his  hands  beneath  her  arms  to  assist  and  lift  her  to  sit  on  his  mattress.    pause.    a   very   long   pause.   ultimately,  begins  to  shape  pillows  on  the  right  side  of  the  bed  to  form  a  place.   NIGHT LAST  /  COMFORT KEPT.   his  brow  quirks  in  search  of  ACKNOWLEDGMENT  ;  satisfaction.    ❛❛        good  ?                 you wanna tell me about it   ?    ❜❜  

@ykfive  ,  cont.

[notjustamachine-blog]

––––––– ◤ cont. @ykfive​◥

The revolution was over, for now. Military backed off, leaving the remaining survivors to gather together and rejoice in their current victory. Connor knew enough that this wasn’t the end of it. While humanity may have ceased their fire, who knew how they’d feel tomorrow? Next week? There was too much uncertainty for the future of androids, but for tonight, perhaps he’ll rest and celebrate with his people. They’ve earned this respite.

Most androids had nowhere to go, with Jericho gone and no option to return to their former homes and place of work. Connor felt a heaviness to his shoulders, an empty feeling in his chest when he thought about Jericho and how he helped lead to it’s destruction. He’d been a fool, asleep to the truth that he fully saw and understood now. Did he even have a place to go? Maybe Hank would let him stay at his house until Connor figured things out.

But before he’d reach out to his friend, he’d assist all androids who needed him, in anyway he was capable of. The old, abandoned church seems to be a refuge for the people of Jericho and the newly woken androids. Quiet steps barely make a sound as he walks between pews, scanning the area to take in all available information, spotting injured and live androids alike. One android stood out to him, a YK500 model all on her own. So many child androids hadn’t made it to freedom, this one was lucky enough to escape the recycling camps.

Connor asked if there was anything he could do for her right now, and the child’s answer made his lips turn down just a fraction, showing a brief flash of sadness. His own gaze lowers to the stuffed fox as well, thinking over their options. Connor would help her, one way or another, but he didn’t quite know how to right this moment. “Jericho would let you stay here with them,” the android speaks softly, though he imagines a run down church doesn’t offer much comfort to a little girl. “My name is Connor, can you tell me yours? I’d like to help you.”

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Connor gives her a soft little smile, fingers already moving to unbutton his coat, so he could successfully retrieve the stuffed animal hiding within it. She seemed to excited for the small gesture and that in turn made him excited to give her the gift. He pulls the stuffed dog that mimicked the likeness of Sumo, but much smaller and softer of course. 

                     “... Kara told me that you liked stuffed toys and I know                           Hank nor I are always home so you can play with                           Sumo... so I thought you might like this.”

@ykfive​ // closed // continued.

[chosepeace]

@ykfive continued from x

     if josh knew one thing, it was that nightmares weren’t fun to deal with--especially when alone. he would understand if alice didn’t want to talk about her nightmare, not many would since it meant that they’d have to relive it, but as alice agreed--even moved closer to him in the process--josh would sure to listen to everything she had to say.