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datadiving2025-06-20 11:36 am
jermastrat) wrote in datadiving2025-06-20 11:36 am
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Draped across the bed, bored out of his mind. Not the kind of situation Gabriel ever imagined he'd be in, at any point in his life, ever, but he could add that to the pile of new experiences he supposed. Yeah sure not all of them could be absolute bangers, life wasn't always going to be interesting, that much he'd learned long before everything fell apart but it felt almost insulting to be in another world, another time, and still be fucking bored. An old saying he'd heard a soul pass on to him once before rattled through his brain: boring people are bored, and he scowled at the memory, petulantly kicking a pillow off the bed.
Maybe he could go call on Cassiel. They could spar, or hunt, or talk, or fuck, or anything else, he didn't know. Anything was better than laying here doing fuck all.
The conspicuous lack of the Machine was as ever, not a concern either. Where was it? Well, outside somewhere of course, doing whatever. At this point he'd grown quite comfortable with its presence and conversely, lack of. Whatever trouble it could get itself into was at this point no longer his concern. ... A pleasant enough idea to hold onto at least. It did nothing for the boredom, other than alleviate some of the annoyance swirling around his head thanks to it.
... He really had to find some way to fill his day before he started taking this growing, foul mood out on someone who didn't deserve it, he hates this.
Maybe he could go call on Cassiel. They could spar, or hunt, or talk, or fuck, or anything else, he didn't know. Anything was better than laying here doing fuck all.
The conspicuous lack of the Machine was as ever, not a concern either. Where was it? Well, outside somewhere of course, doing whatever. At this point he'd grown quite comfortable with its presence and conversely, lack of. Whatever trouble it could get itself into was at this point no longer his concern. ... A pleasant enough idea to hold onto at least. It did nothing for the boredom, other than alleviate some of the annoyance swirling around his head thanks to it.
... He really had to find some way to fill his day before he started taking this growing, foul mood out on someone who didn't deserve it, he hates this.
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The reverberations of V1's systems travel through its entire body. The result of V1 pressing the side of its head to Gabriel's cheek is a slight rumble where those two disparate surfaces meet. It might be almost an affectionate purr of sorts, if V1 knew what a cat was, or purring was. (It's barely figuring out affection.)
It fiddles with his hair curiously, fingers brushing against the wings. It amuses itself with the thought that it's the closest it's ever gotten to any kind of bird. The faux-birdsong in limbo didn't count, and by the time it was active...there were no birds anywhere, where humans had lived. Gabriel is probably better than a bird, though. Less skittish certainly, it's seen the ones here.
It has another hand free now, and the pace is more relaxed. They're closer together. It runs light fingers down his body - chest to stomach, then lower down still - until it reaches his clit.
It's not going to try figuring out the internal part right now - if Gabriel has to stop and explain things again it thinks he'll probably explode from impatience, which would be funny but not conductive to the task at hand, which is to get him to climax - but the external part will do nicely. It moves its fingers over that nub, the way it had seen him do before, still pushing the gun up against him so he can ride it as it does so.