( Part of Chloe is defeated, ready to nod and agree for the sake of appeasement (as she is so very used to). Part of her still stews, expecting him to launch even further into all the unseemly matters. To talk at her as if he understands a single thing about who and what she is.
Only he doesn't.
It's enough to create a crack in the protective layer she's wrapped herself in. Where she wants to draw back so far into herself that the world takes on a dreamlike haze, he manages to coax her out just a little.
But it's enough.
They share a pain. One that Chloe can recognise. Or rather, one she can tolerate enough to not outright deny its very existence. Things were supposed to be simple. Their experiences may be different, but that is the crux of it. It was all supposed to be simple. Everything about them was meant to be driven by a singular purpose. Nothing outside of that should have mattered, not in any significant way. They both should have been able to live in the comfort of absolute truths. Of being exactly as their design told them they should be. Happy Spouse. Deviant Hunter.
Simple.
Only it never had been and never would be.
The fire doesn't return to her gaze, but animation does. Her eyes are deep blue oceans, swimming with questions. Gentle as her natural (as natural as it could be considered) demeanour is, it doesn't lack life. Risky as it could be, she takes a step closer and tries to catch his eyes.
No doubt she seems unstable. An android with pitiful emotional control. And maybe there's some truth to it. Or she might seem like a rat in a maze, running the same route and expecting different results.
Even so, she again attempts the action of trying to connect with Connor. )
no subject
Only he doesn't.
It's enough to create a crack in the protective layer she's wrapped herself in. Where she wants to draw back so far into herself that the world takes on a dreamlike haze, he manages to coax her out just a little.
But it's enough.
They share a pain. One that Chloe can recognise. Or rather, one she can tolerate enough to not outright deny its very existence. Things were supposed to be simple. Their experiences may be different, but that is the crux of it. It was all supposed to be simple. Everything about them was meant to be driven by a singular purpose. Nothing outside of that should have mattered, not in any significant way. They both should have been able to live in the comfort of absolute truths. Of being exactly as their design told them they should be. Happy Spouse. Deviant Hunter.
Simple.
Only it never had been and never would be.
The fire doesn't return to her gaze, but animation does. Her eyes are deep blue oceans, swimming with questions. Gentle as her natural (as natural as it could be considered) demeanour is, it doesn't lack life. Risky as it could be, she takes a step closer and tries to catch his eyes.
No doubt she seems unstable. An android with pitiful emotional control. And maybe there's some truth to it. Or she might seem like a rat in a maze, running the same route and expecting different results.
Even so, she again attempts the action of trying to connect with Connor. )
...Do you want to know me?