("there's always a chance for unlikely events to take place."
his own words make him sink further against markus, getting nearer to the warm kiss against his forehead. how can he enjoy something this comforting when the omissions hang over his head like a spectre waiting to steal these feelings away. to connor owed his leader then and he owes him now, for endangering the lives of hundreds — thousands — of their people, all to satisfy a desperate craving for cyberlife's validation. to be successful in his endeavours, when he failed so many times before.
fingers grasp at markus', guiding them to the shirt over his chest, applying gentle pressure to the backs of them. it keeps the powerful touch there, fills him with warmth, makes his breaths waver out of his lungs. how poignant those loving words are, how brave they make him feel — but their link be damned. he has to hide the worry and the hesitations from his new partner, shroud the bad emotions with a clever activation of his ability.
its glow is obscured entirely beneath their palms.)
I promise.
(as though it's the bond and only the bond casting blue beneath the angles and planes of soft expressions, noses brushing with a decisive narrowing of already negligible space. connor thanks him, apologizes to him, and pleads to him with a ghosting of lips over his own, the trailing press fleeting compared to their overt display at the ball. the moment it's there it's gone.)
no subject
his own words make him sink further against markus, getting nearer to the warm kiss against his forehead. how can he enjoy something this comforting when the omissions hang over his head like a spectre waiting to steal these feelings away. to connor owed his leader then and he owes him now, for endangering the lives of hundreds — thousands — of their people, all to satisfy a desperate craving for cyberlife's validation. to be successful in his endeavours, when he failed so many times before.
fingers grasp at markus', guiding them to the shirt over his chest, applying gentle pressure to the backs of them. it keeps the powerful touch there, fills him with warmth, makes his breaths waver out of his lungs. how poignant those loving words are, how brave they make him feel — but their link be damned. he has to hide the worry and the hesitations from his new partner, shroud the bad emotions with a clever activation of his ability.
its glow is obscured entirely beneath their palms.)
I promise.
(as though it's the bond and only the bond casting blue beneath the angles and planes of soft expressions, noses brushing with a decisive narrowing of already negligible space. connor thanks him, apologizes to him, and pleads to him with a ghosting of lips over his own, the trailing press fleeting compared to their overt display at the ball. the moment it's there it's gone.)
No matter what happens.