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Freckles on his hands and his nose and his shoulders; 10/10.

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I miss them.

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Markus gifs [5/?]

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“I can feel guilt without being guilt ridden. Emotions are individual things; they aren’t bad or an admittance of guilt by feeling them.”

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‘The Deviant Leader’, ‘The Saviour’, etc

How about a man who wanted to live and simply thought, ‘There is something I can do’ about this. A man who said, ‘I have two hands, and an idea, and I will help you.’ A man who could and so he did, because the alternative was not helping, and that was no option at all. A man with perspective others hadn’t been able to have, and who brought it forward and presented it as an option. 

A man who is green-blue eyes and warm sunlight even in the winter and who finds ways to carry weight he never asked for and who has to try, and who is no saviour, no ‘deviant leader’, no ra9. A man who is alive and thought others deserved to be recognized as alive too, and in the after of the revolution wanted nothing more than to train more and more hands to help and help themselves.

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There are times I think back on that ‘whump’ prompt where it is: character is drugged and forced to hold something breakable, and when they inevitably drop it they are going to get in trouble.

Except I think about it in context of Cyberlife Experiment AU and how Markus, every time, tells me he will throw it. He will not play that game. He will not cornered like that. He isn’t waiting. 

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“You’ve got a meeting with Elijah Kamski?”

It wasn’t really Connor’s place to have been listening in, but the name was one he sort of tuned in to listen for whether he wanted to or not. Kamski was a big name in the industry. He was the producer of a very well-respected, long-running television show, had produced several films, and in as far as prosecutorial interest went, had never done anything illegal in his life. Connor had not had the money to sue him at the time Kamski offered him his first in into the industry (Connor had not taken it). When he did have the money, the statue of limitations had passed. It had never gotten any traction in the media.

So all he had was his word against Elijah Kamski’s, and Connor’s word was typically overlooked. Still - Markus Manfred had a meeting with Kamski next week, he’d said. His agent was excited about it. They both were. Celebrating there at a bar, after a long day on set, which Connor had only dropped into for a single drink with the crew because he had an early start tomorrow.

He came to join Markus at the bar, now, in a lull between conversation. Markus’ agent had stepped away for the bathroom, or maybe to smoke - or maybe both. Connor wasn’t sure. The lighting crew were currently yelling with each other about the answer to a trivia question none of them were right about. This was a rare moment of quiet neither one of them got very often, in the profession they shared.

Markus had not asked him for his opinion. Connor offered it anyway. It was information he deserved to have - whatever he did with it was up to him, but it was information he deserved to have. Connor swallowed whatever he had wavered on and redoubled:

“He offered me a part in Cyberlife,” a fact. “It would have been my first part. He wanted sex.”

Sliding the dish of peanuts on the bar carefully farther away (very allergic), Markus turned his full attention to Connor, sipping at his single drink of the night which he had yet to finish. He wasn’t a lightweight, but he didn’t believe alcohol mixed well with his early-rising preferences or with his general insistence on driving himself home.

“Yes, at the end of the week.” He answered with a smile, though he felt there was more Connor wished to say even without asking.

Elijah Kamski was one of the richest producers in hollywood. The projects he touched were often a success, and having the opportunity to be in one of his projects (if Markus wanted the part, of course) was considered an honor. Though Markus wasn’t fond of the that particular attitude - a man was a man, and his money had little to do with the character of his pictures - it would be good for his career. 

Markus waited, because there was more, and he was listening, and what he heard made him set his drink down. Green-blue eyes staid locked with Connor’s brown for a moment, before they shifted away, a furrow working between them. 

“So, that’s the kind of man he is.” Shocked would not have been the right word or feeling. Appalled, perhaps, in the way any what he considered sane man would be at hearing someone had solicited sex for a job. Rich men often thought they could have anything they wished because they were rich. It was the same reason they believed they could silence people’s voices. Heterochromatic eyes came back, clear and certain. “Thank you, for telling me. I’m glad you did.”

Markus’ agent emerged through the door, and Markus stood, “Excuse me, just a moment.”

He crossed the crowded floor to where his agent had paused to speak a publicist Markus didn’t know. They stepped to the side, together, and whatever Markus told him heated the man’s voice. Markus’s tone neither raised or lowered, and though the music and chatter drowned them out, his posture remained resolute. His agent waved his arms (’Fine, then.’) and Markus touched his shoulder, before turning around and coming back, 

“Can I drive you home?” He offered to Connor as he slid his coat from the back of the chair.

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Grey’s Anatomy 19.05

When I Get to the Border

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Detroit: Become Human | Markus → Paintings [2/2]

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Human!Markus is a (damn) good nurse. He is a nurse, in the way it is a part of him and always will be. The knowledge and compassion and calm through adrenaline is as much a part of him as the way he thinks in the mindset of someone who spends his days trying to heal and help, and who looks for the physical and mental pains he’s dedicated his professional life to treat. 

However, his goal is just that: to help. When he says, ‘I’m a nurse!’ in a situation of urgency or duress it is because he is raising himself as a source of help. It is not a ‘I’m a nurse’ (you need to respect me, I know and you Do Not) etc. Ofc he has knowledge others do not have. He is an ER nurse who works in a high volume, down-town Detroit Michigan hospital. But he’s not coming from a place of ‘I know better’; he’s coming from a place of, ‘I can help’.

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@jericholeader​ sent: ❛What  was  I  supposed  to  do, let  you  die? ❜ (my brain thought maybe Android!verse but obv, whatever you’re feeling!)

“You were supposed to stay put. That’s why three different people called you to ask you to stay where you were.”

“And I didn’t.” A fact, he had yet to apologize for it. It... simply was a fact. He had been told by three different people to stay still, to stay out of it, and what he had heard and known instead was that Connor might die. They weren’t playing ‘whose life was more important’ here. They were playing, ‘I told you to do something that was likely good judgement’ and ‘I was worried you might die. And I wasn’t going to sit still for that.’

Markus thought Connor probably knew. Connor might have died and Markus had been asked to sit still for it and Connor had been one of the ones to do the asking. 

Markus pulled in a breath, mismatched eyes closing briefly as he followed the breath fully in and fully out. “I was worried. I thought you were going to die.” He tipped his head, meeting Connor’s eye, “I should have listened to you. I’m sorry.”