#ᴵ'ᵐ ʷʰᵃᵗᵉᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃᶰᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ▓ Pathway Unlocked // Lover // ▓

[replicantdeviancy]

“              Hanks voice was deep and rich like the as the musk which hung over his              large, powerful frame. Like the whiskey he drank. His voice made Connor              weak and he wanted to fall in love again each time he heard it.                                                                                                        „

[replicantdeviancy]

Okay but cups his face & kisses his brow. If ok.

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    Pseudo-breath left him through gently parted lips, the ghost of Hanks name falling from them with a resonant trembling, one which centered deep in his core. Warm doe eyes rose to watch halfway obscured by silver and bulk as heated, slightly dry lips descended upon his brow. The soft scent of musk played upon his senses as Hanks breath kissed his lashes and for a tender moment his eyes slipped closed and he savored these precious sensations. The closeness, the faint scratchy tickle of Hank’s beard. Deftly, slender hands came to rest against the man’s chest, fingers fisting the fabric of his wildly patterned shirt.

                   When those lips left his cool synth-skin Connor couldn’t help but bow his head just slightly. It was clear to see why, as his lightly freckled face was colored a deep and pretty blue. A faint, rather dorky little smile played upon the androids lips, eyes half obscured by thick lashes. There was a fondness in their depths, darkened by shadow and emotion both. And when Connor tipped his head upwards and cast those eyes on the man before him there was nothing but adoration there. His head tilted gently to the side, just enough to nuzzle a tinted cheek into Hank’s thick palm.

                   The action alone spoke volumes without Connor ever needing to say a word.

                                                               Yours.

                                                                                         I am yours.

[replicantdeviancy]

💋💋💋

Send 💋 if your muse wants a kiss from mine

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    It had been a long day. That was always the excuse Hank came up with when venturing out of town to that little park by the bridge that had come to be ‘their spot’, one which offered a view of the entire city’s skyline. Dusk had begun to fall over Detroit and a chill settled in. The two had draw closer without realizing it as they stood side by side at the rail overlooking the river, as if by instinct. The subconscious desire for warmth, even though only one of them had any real need of it. They had stood in silence, simply enjoying the company and the approaching night and all the brilliant colors which painted the sky as the sun slowly fell beyond the horizon.

                   Hank was nursing a beer, making idle conversation, to which Connor engaged him in intervals. Useless things, mere pleasantries. They were unnecessary. The two of them needed no words to communicate. It was just as well, for neither were particularly well versed in the matter of self-expression. Emotions were complicated and words only proved inconsequential and uninspired. They two were not easily moved by words, but rather the subtle things; soft touches, the brush of elbows, placid glances. It was here they complimented one another.

                   Thus it was when Hank drew close that the android responded in kind and he too drew nearer to the human as a thick, strong arm wrapped itself around his shoulders. His gaze shifted to the side, head turning so that expectant doe eyes could meet a needy cerulean stare. It was a look he recognized well, one which caused his Thirium pump to quicken and a smile played upon his lips. When Hank’s own lips descended upon his waiting mouth the android relinquished himself completely.

                   Connor still had trouble pinpointing the exact moment when their relationship had changed, though he could recall instances which lead to this. Many long days such as this one, moments both bittersweet and tender in their own right. The Lieutenant was a broken man who seemed to wallow in his own self-pity as though it were his only security in a damaged world. And then there was Connor, the one constancy in his life, a pillar of relentless stability. The man tested him endlessly, yet the android never once faltered. Stubborn and tenacious, Connor refused to leave him. Connor wanted to be close to the person who had given him reason beyond his programmed purpose.

                   He wanted Hank. Hank hadn’t been wanted in a long time. But it was more than that; he was needed, and he needed in return. When it happened was irrelevant. There had been a change, and they were better for it.

                   The cool breeze of night swept over the riverbank, rustling the leaves upon the ground and causing the android a reflexive shiver. Aesthetic in nature only, yet the action alone seemed enough for the Lieutenant to respond. Conner was coaxed just a little closer, enough to feel the heat trapped beneath the confines of Hank’s thick jacket. Wetness probed at his lips and without hesitation he parted them, and as Hank deepened their mutual touch Connor’s eyes slipped shut and he allowed himself to simply feel.

                   He could detect the chemicals lingering on the man’s tongue, the cheap beer on his breath. Blood-alcohol level at 0.076%, the drink consisted of water, malted barley, hops, yeast and trace elements of spice. Lingering hints of stale doughnut was detected, sugar and oil. Connor couldn’t help himself as he analyzed any small morsel of data he could collect, for he longed to gain as much insight into this man as possible. How he desperately wished he could taste him, but this was the best he could do. He took in all that was offered; the feeling of lips against his own, tongues dancing in a slow rhythm in perfect tandem. How Hank’s beard prickled and brushed against the soft expanse of synthetic skin, the scent of musk and sweat his hair gave off, how it, coupled with the mans warm scent, ghosted across his senses in a tantalizing perfume. All committed to memory, locked away tightly within himself so that he could look upon these instances with fondness.

                   When their kiss was broken Connor’s first instinct was to lean forward as Hank retreated, to continue. He instead nudged the man’s nose with the tip of his own, which gained him a bit of a chuckle. He smiled in turn, content for the time being with only this. There was time. Other moments to be enjoyed, limits to be explored. He shifted from his position leaning against the rail to instead lean against the larger form of the Lieutenant. He rest his head into the crook of Hank’s neck and their attentions returned to the sky.

                   It had been a long day, but little moments like this made the hard times worth it.

[replicantdeviancy]

@cyberlifeempathy Because this is todays trend

Tag drop: People & Pairs

ᵂᶦᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵘᵖ ᶫᶦᵛᶦᶰᵍ ᵒᶰ ᵃ ˢᶜʳᵉᵉᶰ ▓ Visage ▓

[Connor, image. Reference: Halsey; Gasoline]

ᴵᶰᶰᵒᶜᵉᶰᶜᵉ ᶠᵃᵈᵉᵈ⋅ ᵀʰᵉ ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳ ᶠᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵇᵉʰᶦᶰᵈ ʸᵒᵘ  ▓ Mirror  ▓ 

[Xander, image. Reference: Dream Theater; Innocence Faded]

ᴵ'ᵐ ᵇᵉᵍᶦᶰᶰᶦᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵖʳᵒᵍʳᵃᵐ  ▓ Connor  ▓

[aesthetics, thoughts, montage. Reference: quote, Connor]

ˢᵗʳᵒᶰᵍᵉʳ⋅ ᶠᵃˢᵗᵉʳ⋅ ᴹᵒʳᵉ ��ᵉˢᶦᶫᶦᵉᶰᵗ⋅  ▓ Xander  ▓

[aesthetics, thoughts, montage. Reference: quote, Amanda]

ᴵ ʰᵘʳᵗ ᵐʸˢᵉᶫᶠ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᶦᶠ ᴵ ˢᵗᶦᶫᶫ ᶠᵉᵉᶫ  ▓ Lieutenant ▓

[Hank Anderson. Reference: Johnny Cash; Hurt]

ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ᵍᶦᶠᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᶠᶦᶰᵈᶦᶰ’ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᶫᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ  ▓ Gavin  ▓

[Reference: Kanye West; Runaway]

ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵃᶰᵈ ʷᵉ'ᶫᶫ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉ ʷᵒʳᶫᵈˢ ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗ  ▓ Joanna ▓

[Reference: Rihanna; Umbrella]

ˢᵒ ᴳᵒᵈ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵐᵃⁿᵏᶦⁿᵈ ᶦⁿ ʰᶦˢ ᵒʷⁿ ᶦᵐᵃᵍᵉ  ▓ Elijah ▓

[Reference; biblical]

ᵂʰᵒ ʰᵃˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᴳᵒᵈ  ▓ Chloe ▓

[Reference; biblical]

ᴹᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶦˢ ᴳᵒᵈ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᶜʰᶦˡᵈ  ▓ Kara ▓

[Reference; biblical]

ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ ʷᵃʳ ᵃᵗ ᴳᵃᵗʰ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵐᵃⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ  ▓ Luther ▓

[Reference; biblical]

ʸᵒᵘ ˢʰᵃˡˡ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᶦⁿ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ ᵉᵛᶦˡ  ▓ Alice ▓

[Reference; biblical]

ᴿᵃᶦˢᵉ ᵘᵖ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃ ᵖʳᵒᵖʰᵉᵗ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ. ▓ Markus▓

[Reference; biblical]

ᴼᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃᵗᶦᵇᶫᵉ  ▓ Pathway Unlocked // Lover //  ▓

[Joanna Myrriam & Xander. Reference; quote, Simon]

ᴵ'ᵐ ʷʰᵃᵗᵉᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃᶰᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ▓ Pathway Unlocked  // Lover //  ▓

[Hank Anderson & Connor. Reference: quote, Connor]

ᴼᵏᵃʸ ˢᵐᵃʳᵗᵃˢˢ. ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒ ʷᵉ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ﹖ ▓ Pathway Unlocked  // Lover //  ▓

[Gavin Reed & Xander. Reference: quote, Gavin]