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“I am doing well, thank you.” She said, getting up and following him into the kitchen. She came to stand next to him, watching as he tried to get the tea prepared. “You’re shaking.” She noted, looking up into his face. “Why? Are you feeling okay?”

Steve shook his head. “No, I’m fine,” he said and put the water on. “It’s just… i’s still very difficult, seeing you like this. I keep thinking, if I hadn’t left… But it doesn’t matter,” he sighed and forced himself to smile. “Are you happy like this at least?”

She shrugged. “I suppose. I’m mostly glad I’m not dead.” She said, leaning against the counter and folding her arms across her chest. “You shouldn’t blame yourself for this, Steve.”

[text] Are you feeling better? Are you ready to see me finally? ~theotherpalmer

[text] I guess we should. Do you prefer a public place or somewhere private?

theotherpalmer

Abby stepped inside, twirling the fabric of the cotton dress she was wearing between her fingers. Her body shape hadn’t changed much, though perhaps she was a bit slimmer than before; part of her wished Julian hadn’t made her that way, but it wasn’t like she could change it now. She nodded, perching herself on the edge of the couch. “Yes, I feel nervous. I don’t want you to faint again.” She teased, smiling a little. “I think tea would be nice, yes. Thank you.”

“I don’t think I will faint, unless you have any more surprised for me,” he sighed and left for the kitchen, to make them tea. His hands were shaking as he tried to calm himself. It would be okay, even if she did weirdly behave like herself.

“So, umm… How are you?”

“I am doing well, thank you.” She said, getting up and following him into the kitchen. She came to stand next to him, watching as he tried to get the tea prepared. “You’re shaking.” She noted, looking up into his face. “Why? Are you feeling okay?”

[text] Are you feeling better? Are you ready to see me finally? ~theotherpalmer

[text] I guess we should. Do you prefer a public place or somewhere private?

theotherpalmer

[Text] somewhere private, I think. Do you have a preference?

[text] Come home when Janice is in school. You’ll have to leave before she comes back.

[text] Okay. See you soon.

Abby arrived around 11am, when she knew for sure that Steve would be home and Janice would be at school. Feeling - anxious? - she knocked on the door, waiting for her ex husband to answer and wondering how he’d react this time.

Steve opened the doors and forced a smile. He was prepared to see her this time but the sight was still… He wished Eugene was here this time as well.

“Hi, Abby,” he smiled and let her in. “How are you fe- Do biomachines feel? I’m sorry, this is all very… Umm… Do you still drink tea? Can I get you anything?”

Abby stepped inside, twirling the fabric of the cotton dress she was wearing between her fingers. Her body shape hadn’t changed much, though perhaps she was a bit slimmer than before; part of her wished Julian hadn’t made her that way, but it wasn’t like she could change it now. She nodded, perching herself on the edge of the couch. “Yes, I feel nervous. I don’t want you to faint again.” She teased, smiling a little. “I think tea would be nice, yes. Thank you.”

[text] Are you feeling better? Are you ready to see me finally? ~theotherpalmer

[text] I guess we should. Do you prefer a public place or somewhere private?

theotherpalmer

[Text] somewhere private, I think. Do you have a preference?

[text] Come home when Janice is in school. You’ll have to leave before she comes back.

[text] Okay. See you soon.

Abby arrived around 11am, when she knew for sure that Steve would be home and Janice would be at school. Feeling - anxious? - she knocked on the door, waiting for her ex husband to answer and wondering how he’d react this time.

[text] Are you feeling better? Are you ready to see me finally? ~theotherpalmer

[text] I guess we should. Do you prefer a public place or somewhere private?

theotherpalmer

[Text] somewhere private, I think. Do you have a preference?

Abby hadn't been expecting Julian to take her to the Vansten party - not with her current, er... state. Still, she was happy (or so she thought? Her emotions weren't quite the same now) to go and get out of that void foresaken house for a little while. When she spotted Steve through the crowd, she smiled politely at him, but made no move to walk over to him or otherwise greet him.

Steve smiled at first and moved to say hi, but something… Something was off. Abby looked different. Was that… Were those… Were her eyes cybernetic? Was her arm… Was she…

The smile died on his lips and he froze when he saw her. She was a biomachine and all of a sudden everything was spinning.

“Abby?”

theotherpalmer

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candycoatedcausality:

“Y-yeah, that’s a good idea.” He gets up and starts to pick up Steve, but it’s hard for him. Steve is larger than him, and his knees are weak from finding him unconscious. Still, he manages to get one of Steve’s arms around his shoulder.

“Y-You don’t mind helping, right?”

theotherpalmer

“Of course.” She replies, slinging Steve’s other arm around her shoulder and helping maneuver him to the nearest bedroom. She gently sets him down on the bed, stroking his hair away from his face. “Do you think he’ll be okay?” She asked, turning her head to look at Eugene. She wondered how Steve would react when he finally came to.

stevethevilescorpio

Steve groaned on the bed and opened his eyes a bit. “Ah- I… Ab-” he muttered and looked up. For a fraction of a second he didn’t understand what’s happened - but then he looked at his ex-wife and he remembered. All he could do was look at her, teary eyed, and whimper.

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#stevethevilescorpio #candycoatedcausality

Abby perched on the edge of the bed next to Steve and gently stroked her fingers across his scalp as he woke up. “Shh, it’s okay,” she whispered as he looked up at her, clearly still upset. “Why are you crying? I’m still me.” She assured him, looking concerned.

stevethevilescorpio candycoatedcausality

Abby hadn't been expecting Julian to take her to the Vansten party - not with her current, er... state. Still, she was happy (or so she thought? Her emotions weren't quite the same now) to go and get out of that void foresaken house for a little while. When she spotted Steve through the crowd, she smiled politely at him, but made no move to walk over to him or otherwise greet him.

Steve smiled at first and moved to say hi, but something… Something was off. Abby looked different. Was that… Were those… Were her eyes cybernetic? Was her arm… Was she…

The smile died on his lips and he froze when he saw her. She was a biomachine and all of a sudden everything was spinning.

“Abby?”

theotherpalmer

theotherpalmer:

stevefromthebluffs:

Steve shivered and shook his head. “It’s my fault, if I hadn’t left, if I’d stayed, if I’d called more often, oh dear gods below, it’s my fault, oh no,” he kept going, until finally he was just hyper ventilating and rocking, pulling at his hair.

Abby frowned, reaching out to take Steve’s hands. “Come with me.” She said, pulling him along. “Come on… let’s go somewhere more private, and we can talk.”

Steve stood up and tried to walk with her but it was too much for him. He saw the seams, he saw the cybernetic eyes, and he just fell over, unconscious, unable to deal with any of this.

Abby barely caught Steve before he hit the ground. Being a biomech had its advantages, apparently - she was able to hold him up effortlessly. Looking around, she spotted Eugene and waved him over, cradling Steve’s head in her lap. candycoatedcausality

Fear gripped Eugene’s heart as he spotted Abby waving him over, Steve obviously limp and resting on her lap.

“Abby!? Wh-what happened, what-” he fell to his knees beside her, petting Steve’s face. His cheeks were moist, from sweat or tears he couldn’t tell.

“Oh, he’s…he’s out cold.” He lifted one of Steve’s eyelids to check the pupil. He would be okay, but..

“What happened?” he finally looked up at Abby and once again his blood ran cold. She was so different now. Was any of the old Abby in her?

“I don’t know,” Abby replied, frowning down at her ex husband. “We were just talking and- he fainted.” She looked up at Eugene, watching him kneel down to check Steve as she absently stroked her fingers through his hair. “Do you think we should get him to a bedroom? So he’s not lying here in the middle of the floor.” She glanced around; no one really seemed to be bothered by it, anyways. candycoatedcausality

#stevethevilescorpio #candycoatedcausality

“Y-yeah, that’s a good idea.” He gets up and starts to pick up Steve, but it’s hard for him. Steve is larger than him, and his knees are weak from finding him unconscious. Still, he manages to get one of Steve’s arms around his shoulder.

“Y-You don’t mind helping, right?”

theotherpalmer

"Of course." She replies, slinging Steve's other arm around her shoulder and helping maneuver him to the nearest bedroom. She gently sets him down on the bed, stroking his hair away from his face. "Do you think he'll be okay?" She asked, turning her head to look at Eugene. She wondered how Steve would react when he finally came to. stevethevilescorpio

Abby hadn't been expecting Julian to take her to the Vansten party - not with her current, er... state. Still, she was happy (or so she thought? Her emotions weren't quite the same now) to go and get out of that void foresaken house for a little while. When she spotted Steve through the crowd, she smiled politely at him, but made no move to walk over to him or otherwise greet him.

Steve smiled at first and moved to say hi, but something… Something was off. Abby looked different. Was that… Were those… Were her eyes cybernetic? Was her arm… Was she…

The smile died on his lips and he froze when he saw her. She was a biomachine and all of a sudden everything was spinning.

“Abby?”

theotherpalmer

theotherpalmer:

stevefromthebluffs:

Steve shivered and shook his head. “It’s my fault, if I hadn’t left, if I’d stayed, if I’d called more often, oh dear gods below, it’s my fault, oh no,” he kept going, until finally he was just hyper ventilating and rocking, pulling at his hair.

Abby frowned, reaching out to take Steve’s hands. “Come with me.” She said, pulling him along. “Come on… let’s go somewhere more private, and we can talk.”

Steve stood up and tried to walk with her but it was too much for him. He saw the seams, he saw the cybernetic eyes, and he just fell over, unconscious, unable to deal with any of this.

Abby barely caught Steve before he hit the ground. Being a biomech had its advantages, apparently - she was able to hold him up effortlessly. Looking around, she spotted Eugene and waved him over, cradling Steve’s head in her lap. candycoatedcausality

Fear gripped Eugene’s heart as he spotted Abby waving him over, Steve obviously limp and resting on her lap.

“Abby!? Wh-what happened, what-” he fell to his knees beside her, petting Steve’s face. His cheeks were moist, from sweat or tears he couldn’t tell.

“Oh, he’s…he’s out cold.” He lifted one of Steve’s eyelids to check the pupil. He would be okay, but..

“What happened?” he finally looked up at Abby and once again his blood ran cold. She was so different now. Was any of the old Abby in her?

#candycoatedcausality #stevethevilescorpio

“I don’t know,” Abby replied, frowning down at her ex husband. “We were just talking and- he fainted.” She looked up at Eugene, watching him kneel down to check Steve as she absently stroked her fingers through his hair. “Do you think we should get him to a bedroom? So he’s not lying here in the middle of the floor.” She glanced around; no one really seemed to be bothered by it, anyways. candycoatedcausality

ourstrangeduet

hello im cute

#about abby #looks #headcannons

Abby hadn't been expecting Julian to take her to the Vansten party - not with her current, er... state. Still, she was happy (or so she thought? Her emotions weren't quite the same now) to go and get out of that void foresaken house for a little while. When she spotted Steve through the crowd, she smiled politely at him, but made no move to walk over to him or otherwise greet him.

Steve smiled at first and moved to say hi, but something… Something was off. Abby looked different. Was that… Were those… Were her eyes cybernetic? Was her arm… Was she…

The smile died on his lips and he froze when he saw her. She was a biomachine and all of a sudden everything was spinning.

“Abby?”

theotherpalmer

theotherpalmer:

stevefromthebluffs:

Steve shivered and shook his head. “It’s my fault, if I hadn’t left, if I’d stayed, if I’d called more often, oh dear gods below, it’s my fault, oh no,” he kept going, until finally he was just hyper ventilating and rocking, pulling at his hair.

Abby frowned, reaching out to take Steve’s hands. “Come with me.” She said, pulling him along. “Come on… let’s go somewhere more private, and we can talk.”

Steve stood up and tried to walk with her but it was too much for him. He saw the seams, he saw the cybernetic eyes, and he just fell over, unconscious, unable to deal with any of this.

#stevethevilescorpio #candycoatedcausality #partytodiefor

Abby barely caught Steve before he hit the ground. Being a biomech had its advantages, apparently - she was able to hold him up effortlessly. Looking around, she spotted Eugene and waved him over, cradling Steve’s head in her lap. candycoatedcausality

Abby hadn't been expecting Julian to take her to the Vansten party - not with her current, er... state. Still, she was happy (or so she thought? Her emotions weren't quite the same now) to go and get out of that void foresaken house for a little while. When she spotted Steve through the crowd, she smiled politely at him, but made no move to walk over to him or otherwise greet him.

Steve smiled at first and moved to say hi, but something… Something was off. Abby looked different. Was that… Were those… Were her eyes cybernetic? Was her arm… Was she…

The smile died on his lips and he froze when he saw her. She was a biomachine and all of a sudden everything was spinning.

“Abby?”

theotherpalmer

theotherpalmer:

“Well, Julian, of course. Who else would be capable of acquiring a fully biomechanic body?” She smiled and sat down with him, folding her hands neatly in her lap. “Let’s not talk about that, though. How are things going with Eugene?”

“Eug- What does it even matter?” Steve said hysterically. “Oh dear glowing cloud, it’s all my fault, if I hadn’t left, this monster would never… It’s all my fault, oh masters of us all, it’s all my fault,” he whimpered, resting his face in his hands and rocking back and forth.

“Steve,” Abby frowned and reached out to place a hand on his shoulder. “This isn’t your fault. There wasn’t anything you could have done.” She told him. “I promise this had nothing to do with you.”

stevefromthebluffs-blog

Steve shivered and shook his head. “It’s my fault, if I hadn’t left, if I’d stayed, if I’d called more often, oh dear gods below, it’s my fault, oh no,” he kept going, until finally he was just hyper ventilating and rocking, pulling at his hair.

Abby frowned, reaching out to take Steve's hands. "Come with me." She said, pulling him along. "Come on... let's go somewhere more private, and we can talk."

[text] come over? making dinner ;) (cybernetic-sight)

cybernetic-sight

[text] Sure. Be there soon.

20 minutes later, Abby was knocking at his door, tugging nervously at the hem of her shirt.

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theotherpalmer:

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Abby whimpers. She wants to be able to move her hand, if only to punch him in the face or choke him to death. The fingers of her artificial hand twitch, and it’s a strange new sensation. She feels sick and light-headed again, the reality of this all setting in. “M’gonna… kill you…” she threatens weakly, glaring at him as best she can through her tears and the fog clouding her mind.

“Oh, I’d be delighted to see you try.” Julian smiles, taking off his gloves and cupping her face, kissing her forehead gently. “Now, I have to admit, this has quite worn me out… How about we both get some sleep, yes? We can continue with the other hand tomorrow, perhaps…”

Abby mumbles something, looking up at him. “Untie me?” She asks, sounding weak and tired. Maybe some rest will do her good, maybe this isn’t as bad as it seems - no, it is as bad as it seems, and she promises herself when she wakes up she’s going to strangle this bastard. How dare he do this to her, corrupt her like this? She will get her revenge. “Wanna sleep… will… will you hold me?”

“Of course I will…” He unties her with care, rubbing her raw wrists and ankles before lifting her up from the chair with ease. He kisses her forehead lovingly, then heads back to his apartment, into the bedroom. “Do you want me to undress you?” he asks softly, laying her down on the bed.

She whimpers and nods as he lays her down, being sure to keep any weight off her hand. She can feel her eyes growing heavy, her need to sleep becoming unignorable.

#cybernetic-sight

Abby hadn't been expecting Julian to take her to the Vansten party - not with her current, er... state. Still, she was happy (or so she thought? Her emotions weren't quite the same now) to go and get out of that void foresaken house for a little while. When she spotted Steve through the crowd, she smiled politely at him, but made no move to walk over to him or otherwise greet him.

Steve smiled at first and moved to say hi, but something… Something was off. Abby looked different. Was that… Were those… Were her eyes cybernetic? Was her arm… Was she…

The smile died on his lips and he froze when he saw her. She was a biomachine and all of a sudden everything was spinning.

“Abby?”

theotherpalmer

theotherpalmer:

“Well, Julian, of course. Who else would be capable of acquiring a fully biomechanic body?” She smiled and sat down with him, folding her hands neatly in her lap. “Let’s not talk about that, though. How are things going with Eugene?”

“Eug- What does it even matter?” Steve said hysterically. “Oh dear glowing cloud, it’s all my fault, if I hadn’t left, this monster would never… It’s all my fault, oh masters of us all, it’s all my fault,” he whimpered, resting his face in his hands and rocking back and forth.

"Steve," Abby frowned and reached out to place a hand on his shoulder. "This isn't your fault. There wasn't anything you could have done." She told him. "I promise this had nothing to do with you."

Abby hadn't been expecting Julian to take her to the Vansten party - not with her current, er... state. Still, she was happy (or so she thought? Her emotions weren't quite the same now) to go and get out of that void foresaken house for a little while. When she spotted Steve through the crowd, she smiled politely at him, but made no move to walk over to him or otherwise greet him.

Steve smiled at first and moved to say hi, but something… Something was off. Abby looked different. Was that… Were those… Were her eyes cybernetic? Was her arm… Was she…

The smile died on his lips and he froze when he saw her. She was a biomachine and all of a sudden everything was spinning.

“Abby?”

theotherpalmer

“Hello, Steve.” Abby said cordially, a hint of a smile on her lips. “Lovely to see you here. How have you been? Are you feeling all right?” Her tone was one of concern. He looked… shocked? Horrified? Confused? Perhaps all three.

“I- Abby, oh dear Masters of us all…” Steve whispered and stepped up closer to her, looking over her body. “I- Is that you? I don’t understand.” He grabbed hold of the nearest chair or wall or anything to support himself. He felt faint and dizzy. This couldn’t have been happening. “What happened?”

“What do you mean? Of course it’s me.” Abby reached out for him, grasping him by the forearms to try and steady him. “Steve, what’s wrong? Why don’t you sit, you look like you’re going to fall over.”

Steve shuddered at her touch but sat down, feeling sick. He couldn’t really stand up for much longer, anyway. “Who did this to you?” he asked, looking at her eyes and flinching at the cybernetic implants looking back at him. He briefly thought of Ernest and wanted to scream.

"Well, Julian, of course. Who else would be capable of acquiring a fully biomechanic body?" She smiled and sat down with him, folding her hands neatly in her lap. "Let's not talk about that, though. How are things going with Eugene?"

#candycoatedcausality #partytodiefor

"Eugene!" Abby chirped, smiling widely at the taller male. "It's good to see you. I assume you're here with Steve?" ~ theotherpalmer

“Abby! It’s good to-” he paused at the sight of Abby, taking in the seams on her skin, the metal gleaming instead of skin. “S-see you too..? Wh-what happened to you?!”

theotherpalmer

Abby smiled and waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, nothing. It's not important." She said - though she wanted nothing more than to tell Eugene all about Julian's experiments, she didn't want to ruin this experience for him. Besides, it wasn't that big of a deal, right?

Abby hadn't been expecting Julian to take her to the Vansten party - not with her current, er... state. Still, she was happy (or so she thought? Her emotions weren't quite the same now) to go and get out of that void foresaken house for a little while. When she spotted Steve through the crowd, she smiled politely at him, but made no move to walk over to him or otherwise greet him.

Steve smiled at first and moved to say hi, but something… Something was off. Abby looked different. Was that… Were those… Were her eyes cybernetic? Was her arm… Was she…

The smile died on his lips and he froze when he saw her. She was a biomachine and all of a sudden everything was spinning.

“Abby?”

theotherpalmer

“Hello, Steve.” Abby said cordially, a hint of a smile on her lips. “Lovely to see you here. How have you been? Are you feeling all right?” Her tone was one of concern. He looked… shocked? Horrified? Confused? Perhaps all three.

“I- Abby, oh dear Masters of us all…” Steve whispered and stepped up closer to her, looking over her body. “I- Is that you? I don’t understand.” He grabbed hold of the nearest chair or wall or anything to support himself. He felt faint and dizzy. This couldn’t have been happening. “What happened?”

"What do you mean? Of course it's me." Abby reached out for him, grasping him by the forearms to try and steady him. "Steve, what's wrong? Why don't you sit, you look like you're going to fall over."

Abby hadn't been expecting Julian to take her to the Vansten party - not with her current, er... state. Still, she was happy (or so she thought? Her emotions weren't quite the same now) to go and get out of that void foresaken house for a little while. When she spotted Steve through the crowd, she smiled politely at him, but made no move to walk over to him or otherwise greet him.

Steve smiled at first and moved to say hi, but something… Something was off. Abby looked different. Was that… Were those… Were her eyes cybernetic? Was her arm… Was she…

The smile died on his lips and he froze when he saw her. She was a biomachine and all of a sudden everything was spinning.

“Abby?”

theotherpalmer

"Hello, Steve." Abby said cordially, a hint of a smile on her lips. "Lovely to see you here. How have you been? Are you feeling all right?" Her tone was one of concern. He looked... shocked? Horrified? Confused? Perhaps all three.