[ he doesn't register her moving in towards the bars. the glitching and static sounds are too strong, brain addled with the previous night's murder and the day's events, how it felt like an eternity when he only remembers glimpses of it. he remembers seeking her out in the crowd after his conviction and seeing only red.
the pulse of his human heart leaps with that light, warm touch against his face. he lifts his gaze to hers, searching it for any sign—of what? affection? discomfort? even now he can't read her, and not for lack of wanting to. he already said it before: he knows she doesn't feel the same way he does. her touching his face and giving permission is more than enough.
he gives her a silent moment to change her mind. then his free hand reaches and settles on her arm just beneath her shoulder, slipping his fingers through perfect strands of gold hair. he cranes his head between the bars, closes his eyes, and takes his wish—a long but simple kiss, if she'll allow it to last a little. ]
[ she doesn't let it last too long. it may not have been for pure reasons, but this is generous of her. she still can't help but think of how poisonous she is, even if her poison has no potency here and even if he is more metal and circuitry than flesh and blood.
she steps back after a could seconds. ]
Remember what you asked for if everything comes back to you wherever you're going.
[ it was nice while it lasted. the colors keep flashing, all agate. his visible eye blinks open, half lidded. if she's still holding his hand, he brushes his thumb against her knuckle. if she doesn't, he holds the bars with both hands. ]
I ain't ever gonna forget you, other side or otherwise. [ he doesn't, by the way. ] Thank you for doin' what you did.
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the pulse of his human heart leaps with that light, warm touch against his face. he lifts his gaze to hers, searching it for any sign—of what? affection? discomfort? even now he can't read her, and not for lack of wanting to. he already said it before: he knows she doesn't feel the same way he does. her touching his face and giving permission is more than enough.
he gives her a silent moment to change her mind. then his free hand reaches and settles on her arm just beneath her shoulder, slipping his fingers through perfect strands of gold hair. he cranes his head between the bars, closes his eyes, and takes his wish—a long but simple kiss, if she'll allow it to last a little. ]
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she steps back after a could seconds. ]
Remember what you asked for if everything comes back to you wherever you're going.
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I ain't ever gonna forget you, other side or otherwise. [ he doesn't, by the way. ] Thank you for doin' what you did.