[Connor was cruel when he whispered sweetly to the JB300, its sightless senses straining for hope against the magnetized clamps holding it in place. When he smiled through bared teeth and forced Cole's death under Hank's injured skin, severing the illusion of affection. When he brought Jericho's prohpet low under his heel as it fought to save him.
Retreated onto its knees, Connor calculates that it shouldn't take much pressure, crushing wafer thin optical systems against the reinforced framework of Simon's skull. Leaving it with only the sound of his voice as a means to wrench it into obedience.
Those beautiful eyes. Miserable. Mourning. They remind him so much of Daniel, peering back at him from beneath the hole punched straight through its cranial mass (the steady flow of thirium coursing down across delicate features— bleeding like prey).]
You're right.
[Mathematical processes dictate the angle of his approach as Connor stoops lower, setting strong hands against either side of Simon's face overtop of where he's clasped his own. Trying to hook his thumbs beneath the fluttering span of those snowy lashes.
Cruel. A cat with a bird pinned, claws hooked into its wings. He can justify that, at least. Lets organic contentment bloom red hot at the edges of his not-smile.]
no subject
Retreated onto its knees, Connor calculates that it shouldn't take much pressure, crushing wafer thin optical systems against the reinforced framework of Simon's skull. Leaving it with only the sound of his voice as a means to wrench it into obedience.
Those beautiful eyes. Miserable. Mourning. They remind him so much of Daniel, peering back at him from beneath the hole punched straight through its cranial mass (the steady flow of thirium coursing down across delicate features— bleeding like prey).]
You're right.
[Mathematical processes dictate the angle of his approach as Connor stoops lower, setting strong hands against either side of Simon's face overtop of where he's clasped his own. Trying to hook his thumbs beneath the fluttering span of those snowy lashes.
Cruel. A cat with a bird pinned, claws hooked into its wings. He can justify that, at least. Lets organic contentment bloom red hot at the edges of his not-smile.]
I'm just what I was made to be.