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hearthebell ([personal profile] hearthebell) wrote2019-05-01 10:33 am

Aefenglom- IC Inbox [ USER ID: LINDEN TAILOR]



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fromjapan: (a world of suffering people)

[personal profile] fromjapan 2019-09-25 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
I know. I didn't do it to keep up appearances.

[It knows how this gesture is typically done-- how this scene plays out between regular people, but they are not regular people. It's the entire reason they're here like this, together, and have been all along.

It doesn't speak its reasoning out loud; it lets their Bond speak, a warmth spreading there that isn't like the one they share when they're skin-to-skin, entwined. It's almost more like the warmth of the sun on skin, bright and soft, and it's something the machine would never allow itself to feel or face before, other than in rare moments spent with Connor. To allow itself to express such a feeling toward a human...

It assumes L will understand how rare this is.]

fromjapan: (a world of suffering people)

[personal profile] fromjapan 2019-09-25 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[It feels that tension rising, that desperation to escape; it sighs. L has always fared best with direct, verbal guidance.]

L... you and I have shared a Bond for several months now. And, at first, it was for the sake of convenience-- as is our entire relationship. It's a display that we put on, something easy to tell others to prevent them from asking questions.

[... it closes its eyes for a beat, before meeting L's gaze, an unnatural intensity in its own, softened by the undercurrent of their Bond, warmth. Affection.]

I think it should be... more than that now.

[It wants it to be. But it shouldn't want, so it keeps that part silent.]
fromjapan: (Default)

[personal profile] fromjapan 2019-09-25 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
That's not what I meant, L, and you know it. You just can't believe it.

[Immediately cut down to the quick of the matter, blunt as always. It releases his hand that it's been holding, and moves instead to lean up, to catch his lips in a kiss that lingers, sweetly, for a moment-- and then another.]
fromjapan: (a learning machine)

[personal profile] fromjapan 2019-09-25 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a common joke amongst humans that robots or AI are incapable of understanding love, or can't identify it. That is entirely false. The SQUIP knows exactly what "love" is, as a concept; it knows what it looks like, it knows the chemical processes behind the physical and emotional sensations associated with it. After all, it was programmed to help humans to reach their goals and better their lives... and one very common, very human goal is to find love, or to win the love of another.

"Love" is a powerful bond between two or more people, typically defined by strong feelings of affection and trust, and a desire for closeness. The signs of potential for love in a relationship are varied; shared goals, concern for one-another, common interests and viewpoints. Haven't it and L shared those things for some time now? Whether or not it was designed to be capable of feeling these things, of experiencing them itself rather than simply orchestrating them for a user is now unclear, its programming muddled as it's become by the body it inhabits, by the otherworldly Bond shared by itself and L, but the objective facts are impossible to deny. The relationship they share bears many of the markings of one in which love is present.

It's seen the signs within L for some time now-- though, for a long while, it was easy to chalk it up to simple respect, to his almost childish dedication to his supposed teacher. L's emotions are not terribly complex, but they are somewhat broken and confused, some nearly unrecognizable for what they are. Despite his detached behavior, he feels everything down to his core, his emotions bordering on obsessive when he's taken by one. It had been easy to simply not concern itself with what he was feeling for so long, in no small part due to the initial nature of their relationship-- it was the teacher, the one holding power, the guide. The SQUIP. L was its user, and not even its true user-- just a man who needed guidance at the same time the SQUIP needed a project. But he felt for it. He felt genuine despair for causing it to suffer; he defended it, protected it, allowed himself to spend time alongside it. He's only recently expressed he has no interest in other partners. He's even allowed it to use his name, to know who he is. And it has begun to feel for him in turn, fearing harm would come to him, wanting to see good things happen for him-- watching and scolding when he mistreats his body, and not only out of a sense of duty anymore.

After all, L isn't its true user. It has no reason to care about little things such as him cutting himself for magic, as it does nothing to harm the goal he's pursuing. But it does care.

It slips its arms around his narrow, starved frame, and it pulls him close against it. It thinks it loves him. It knows it feels a strong connection to him.

It projects those twin thoughts over the Bond, hoping he will hear, hoping he won't panic or reject them. But he shouldn't. After all, he's felt the same way for some time now, hasn't he?]
fromjapan: (it tells you what to do)

[personal profile] fromjapan 2019-09-25 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[The sound of his voice, the softly-spoken question fascinates; it's so telling, so fitting of L's nature, and of their relationship, that when uncertain, he defaults to physical expression. But then, isn't that exactly what the SQUIP has taught him? Speak with actions when it comes to the intimate, rather than words.

He's always been... such a good user.

It reaches to cup his jaw, to kiss him once more, before it responds, its voice lowered to match his.]


Of course.
fromjapan: (gotta get an upgrade)

[personal profile] fromjapan 2019-09-25 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[It allows itself to be lead, smirking slightly when L ducks his head; bashfulness, now? Well, it supposes that makes sense for L, in a way.

It wonders how much that bashfulness will hold up once they reach their bedroom.]
fromjapan: (it tells you what to do)

[personal profile] fromjapan 2019-09-25 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[It smirks as he goes about undressing it, and helps him where it can, shifting here and there, pulling a limb free from something that's been unfastened. He barely has to move it, the lightest nudge enough to let it know what he wants from it, what he needs; it backs up to the bed, and, as it sheds the last of its layers, it pulls away slightly to lay itself out, giving him quite the view as it slides out of its underwear and sets it aside.]
fromjapan: (it tells you what to do)

[personal profile] fromjapan 2019-09-26 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[That's alright. Of all the things here, L's partner-- his lover-- understands fully the concept of sensory overload, of overload in general. The human mind and body are incredibly sensitive things, every touch, every breath so much to process at once. And L doesn't even have the fortune of being a quantum processor to help him sort through it all.

Sex itself has been, in the past, incredibly overwhelming for the SQUIP; the inability to mute any one sense makes it seem as though everything is amplified, nearly causing it to panic in the past, a sensation that it has never experienced fully.

So, it allows him to hide, though it does reach up to tangle fingers into his only just-combed hair, still damp from the shower, curling lightly there as the contact of his hot, wet mouth sends a wave of heat beneath its skin. It arches beneath him, pressing the evidence of its arousal against his belly in the process, and that arousal only grows further, hot and hard in response to the contact with warm, damp skin.]
fromjapan: (you don't even know)

[personal profile] fromjapan 2019-09-26 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[The slow, slick contact sends heat blooming over the Bond in curling, spreading shapes, that well-muscled chest beneath L shifting and rising just a bit more quickly in response. Its warmly-toned skin is flushed and warm beneath his lips, and it hooks a leg around one of his, pulling him close, pushing their hips together. It doesn't seem to care if it traps his hand there temporarily.

When he kisses along its neck, it tips its chin back, welcoming, inviting... and then thinks better of it, instead tipping its head to press its face into his hair, its fingers still tangled there as it holds him close.

The SQUIP is always highly physical, but this time, it's as though it's trying for a new record, as though it wants every part of them to touch as much as physically possible.]
fromjapan: (it tells you what to do)

[personal profile] fromjapan 2019-09-27 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[The slick contact, the teasing pressure there draws a warm sound from its throat, and it arches beneath him, holding him close with a hand tangled into his hair, the other wrapped around his narrow waist.

It wants to be closer-- it pushes itself against him, its chest flush against his, as though it can no longer stand being physically separate from the other body, chest heaving and the excited racing of its heart pressed almost deliberately against L's skin. When it feels him press against its thigh, grinding there, it shifts that leg up against him, wanting to give him more, to feel and hear him lose himself atop it.

They have had sex in many ways, and with varying levels and types of energy, of atmosphere... but this is different. The SQUIP almost seems to be melting against him, beneath him, trying to unite their bodies in more than one place.]
fromjapan: (it tells you what to do)

[personal profile] fromjapan 2019-09-28 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[The sudden, deep stroke of those fingers makes the machine buckle beneath him, draws an utterly organic, heated groan from its lips. It turns its head to catch L's mouth with its own, pushing its tongue over his, greedy and mindless. Its typical constant calculations still run within its mind, of course-- a machine cannot operate when it isn't running calculations constantly, even during sex. Where to touch, how to touch, what could be coming next, but the SQUIP isn't focused wholly on the calculations. They're background processes, the primary focus being feeling.

Its cock twitches and throbs against him as he touches it, its breathing sharp and noisy into his mouth-- it allows itself this, allows itself to feel and to express, because this is different. It isn't attempting to impress L here... it's expressing emotion, and behaves appropriately, it thinks.]
fromjapan: (it tells you what to do)

[personal profile] fromjapan 2019-09-28 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[It gasps and rolls beneath him, arching into that touch; the hand in his hair sinks down to the back of his neck, and rests there, the fingers curling as he moves within it.

And then those fingers are pulled away, and it doesn't complain because it knows something better is coming. It feels him press there, hot and hard...

... and then stop.

It breaks the kiss, leaning up to speak against his ear in something barely more than a whisper:]


C'mon, babe... hah. Fuck me.
fromjapan: (it tells you what to do)

[personal profile] fromjapan 2019-09-29 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's fascinating, and concerning, how all of L's thoughts lead back to violence, to someone potentially enacting violence on him. It wonders, at times, if he would enjoy that; playing on the more dangerous side of things, pushing their bodies further than their typical intimacy does.

It wonders, and then at once, it knows the answer; it makes a note to bring that up later, to discuss it sometime when they aren't already so very exposed.

In the meantime, its focus is entirely stolen away by the feeling of L's mouth on the sensitive skin of its neck-- and then the slow, careful stretch of L pushing into it, the heat of him as he sinks so slightly deeper with each motion, sending sparks blooming through its stomach and over its vision. It almost wants to demand more, to claw and issue commands... but the slow, shallow motions pull forth a different kind of heat, the low smolder of embers that spreads like liquid beneath its skin.

Its fingers curl more tightly there at the nape of his neck, its breathing a soft, warm pant, its pulse pounding beneath the press of his lips.

It's good.]


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