Log 22 -- 08-16-2010 -- he will be mine [videopost]

[citadelspirit]

[As the clock chimes some godforsaken hour in the morning, the stars are bright up above in alien constellations, and a humanoid figure stands with arms outstretched and face craned down as the device looks up. The breeze is light, enough to stir black hair threaded with fiber optics; their strands glow eerie green in the darkness as they cast

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[citadelspirit]

[She's actually controlling the robots -- they have no onboard AI -- but he doesn't know that. Without so much as a twitch, she orders them to raise him up so his head is just below her eye level, but keep him there still; they obey.]

You look as if you're hiding something. Or perhaps you didn't want to evade me after all -- there are those who give themselves over. They are less of a challenge, but...today I was simply intent on bringing you here.

[The eyes glitter as she shifts the hand to his shoulder, then places the other symmetric to the first. They're at arm's length now, and her eyes narrow like a cat's.]

No games today, yes? No more fleeing.

[This was never something she knew much about. The Von Braun had its love parlors, but those were for the working women, not for real lovers. Citadel Station was all about business, although romance did brew there, and she never paid attention to them, had overwritten those images several times over by now.

What was there, was a remnant of human instinct. What did you do with a man you had captured? Simple.

She stepped forward, leaned her head down to kiss him.]

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[makes_you_tick]

[The attention is terribly flattering, if he's going to be honest with himself. And there's really no reason to struggle or fight at this point. So he just smiles at her.]

No more fleeing.

[He leans forward, as much as he's able, and kisses her back. It's slow and sweet, as much as he's able to make it that way. He's curious how far this romance curse extends.]

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[citadelspirit]

[This is -- electric, energetic -- the two machines fall awkwardly away and thud their limbs to the ground, and Sylar is loosed from their grip. SHODAN pays them no mind at all as she tries to catch him and mostly fails; she's not so strong, and she's still trying to figure out what just happened. Her brows draw together; she looks intrigued, if nothing else.

Such a flood of sensation. It's only a few seconds later that her body remembers to breathe, and that she realizes she's still holding onto him. Her eyes rise to meet his again for several long seconds, and slowly, the familiar smile returns with a vengeance.]

This is why I've brought you here -- to stay here with me, like this, now.

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[makes_you_tick]

[He hadn't been expecting the machines to fall by the wayside either, but decides to take it as a compliment. He mostly manages to catch himself, but does lean on SHODAN by setting his hands on her shoulders. He continues to kiss her for a few moments after, then pulls back to look at her.

It's a curse, and he knows it. But maybe there is a connection, after all. There's so few people that really understand him, and pretty much no one that understands how his thought processes work. She understands it. Maybe he should foster this even later.]

I'll stay with you. Only the most boring gods are entirely alone, after all.

[He'd been wanting to teach her humanity, a difficult task since he was only beginning to learn it himself. Maybe today would help. He reaches up with one of her hands and brushes her hair behind her ear, smiling at her.]

action; just don't pitch it to her as teaching "humanity" ^_^

[citadelspirit]

[She can't help genuinely smiling this time, not just her usual smirk -- he's the only human who wasn't forced into servitude, who has ever called her that. This...she can get used to it. And that's not even the term she would choose, not at all right now.]

But only the most lowly gods choose rashly -- or choose useless, uncomprehending associates.

[As she looks up at him, she notices how much shorter she is -- there's a wide gap between her 5'6" and his something-over-six-feet, she hasn't determined that. Still, it doesn't intimidate her, and she reaches up to his collar and pulls him down by the back of his neck. Her opposite hand frees itself from his and presses against his chest. Two fingers twist at one of the buttons on his shirt, pushing it through the slot there. The hand is shaking, fumbling, and it's taking a while. Chemistry doesn't allow for much precise thinking...]

action; oh yes, we will be avoiding that term. XD

[makes_you_tick]

It's a good thing you didn't do either of those, then.

[He lets her fumble with the buttons for a few moments, then subtly helps with his telekinesis, making the buttons move more smoothly.]

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[citadelspirit]

[She doesn't notice at all, and then the buttons are opened, and she presses her hands against his skin. Though she's not very strong, she has the element of surprise as she pushes against him to press him back against the closed stairwell door, and she kisses him again, trying to draw it out the same way he had done before. Just before they draw back again, the same hand that was undoing the shirt shifts to his belt.]

[ooc: I figure we can kill the thread right after he's like, So hey, you're cursed... maybe?]

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[makes_you_tick]

[He notices she's a very quick learner, but that's not important right now. He stops her hand for a moment, gently, then brushes his fingers over her face.]

You do know you're cursed, don't you? I don't mind this, not at all, but I don't want you to do something you'll regret later. We could wait a day, if you want to make sure your actions are your own.

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[citadelspirit]

[She narrows her eyes in a catlike smile, and brings both arms up to lean against his chest, reaching a hand around to run through his hair.]

Cursed? Maybe I am. But it isn't something I want to stop.

[The fingers press into his skull; she's tense, her breathing harsh and heavy.]

Whatever may frighten a human about this, I don't have that instinct. If it's something about handing one's body over to another, well, I've already done that and then some by allowing you those disks.

[She slides her fingers from his hair, over his cheek, and to his jaw, where she holds it and tilts her chin up, looking down her nose at him.]

So stop protesting, and impress me.

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[makes_you_tick]

[He smiles back at her and nods, a little. He had to know that much, at least. And...well, if she does regret it tomorrow, he'll pretend it never happened, or do what she'd like to handle it.]

Of course.

[His smile turns a little predatory itself, as he leans down to kiss her. Impressing her is the only thing on his mind, for the moment.]