>Writes Intense Long Thing From No. 4 That Is Emotional Af

>Writes intense long thing from No. 4 that is emotional af

>Tumblr eats it

   & emer laughed loudly into the men’s faces, a hand on her hip & her head cocked to the side she proclaimed    proudly “ do not underestimate us women . who is it that brings life ? who is it that looks after your lands   when you go to war ? who gathers the broken soldiers, tending to them every night until body & soul are    healed ? is danu not a woman ? is the crow goddess not one ? you men are servants to your géis & yet you    try to shame me, the woman with the six blessings ? when you all cower in fear of the hound, is it not I to step   forward ? to embrace the beast until he is no danger to you ? come back to tell me I have no place in these   halls when you have done half my work !” & still laughing she walks into the halls & sits down among the   council of the king .

                   R E V E N G E

                               leaves you cold

                                        so broken 

                                                and lost

                                       there’s no comfort found there                           not the peace of mind i’ve been searching for

                     but, anger is damn well better than NOTHING, right?

❤ [ For No. 4 ]

@contratvertueux

Determined, strong, incredible— he was someone worth respect, and yet Beckford wondered how he could hold his cool in such situations. They were ranging from downright disastrous to some family-styled arguments. At least, that’s what it looked like to the Operator as she was looking at some of their interactions from a side. She still didn’t understand why 4G told her to stay away from No. 6, but she didn’t question that much anymore. He knew what he was talking about even if she desired more information. 

As of now, 8O wanted to make sure that things were set up and everything was alright. She needed to get back to Bunker sooner or later, she understood that all too well. She was selfish for pressuring them all into helping her. She knew it was selfish. The android felt guilty for being like this, but her dream and her wish was so much stronger than anything. She could die for it, but now death was not something she needed to think of. 8O didn’t want to trouble these units anymore. Perhaps, she needed to forget about her dream and simply return? It hurt to acknowledge, but it was soothing she thought of. 

With that, 8O got another idea in her head. The thought of soon leaving made her find the new courage within herself as she was talking to the Gunner unit while watching the moon rise. Stars, moon, sky— it was amazing. 8O couldn’t forget this awe that she had the first time she saw this sky when she got here. A subtle smile appeared on her face as she turned to face the male unit. 

She couldn’t process this feeling exactly. 8O was quite close to the understanding of human emotions, and she wanted to adopt them, but this feeling was making her feel … nervous? There were so many things she wanted to say to No. 4, but words were stuck in her throat, she squeezed her hands into fists as they lied atop her lap. A shaky breath was drawn. 

      “No. 4… Thank you.”   Finally, first words escaped from her as the android smiled nervously but with gratitude nonetheless. A second thought graced her mind as she exhaled and stood up, gesturing for the other to sit still. It was one gesture of gratitude. She read about it, and it could be something that others would see as weird, but 8O wanted to try nonetheless. Words couldn’t express everything she wanted to say.   “Um… May I ask you not to give me any lectures for this afterward?”   Another awkward chuckle as her smile softened. How much pain had this unit went through, she wondered. Was there any way for her to ease that pain? Probably not. Probably she will never be someone who could do that.   “And by ‘this’, I mean this…”

The Operator put a hand on his shoulder and bent forward slightly, her lips now pressed to his forehead. The android could remember that this was a gesture that could wish for good luck, for comfort, for anything sweet and warm. The touch lingered for a bit before she moved away, slowly as if scared to startle the Gunner. A smile much warmer and calmer was now seen on her face. 

     “Thank you for protecting me even if it was painful, No. 4. Thank you… for letting me see the world. For letting me dream even for a bit.”    Finally, once the female unit finished, she felt how the weight fell off her shoulders. Instructor Black was kind to her, and she was blessed to know them all. However, No. 4 was the one who saved her first. That’s why, for 8O, it was important to show gratitude through any means. Without him, she wouldn’t be able to understand the weight of the world.   “And… If there are any worries that you may have, I will be happy to listen to them. I may not know a lot, but… don’t take on too much. I have no idea how much pain you’ve been through, but I hope you will not face them alone.”    It was not right. No one should be alone. It was too sad. It was too hard to imagine. It was too lonely to comprehend. At least, from her side and from her viewpoint. 

kisses from cardia.  /  return from hiatus.      ﹙ selectively accepting.﹚

                                   𝙄 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙪𝙥, 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝,                            𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙮; 𝙄 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙.

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It was all far away. Too much so. It had been a mistake to allow his mind to wander. Truthfully it had been so gradual that he had no way of noticing once he was in too deep. He had sat and watched them, his downfall had been unconsciously accepting that these were drills they could do without him.

The odds had been stacked against him. Even as No. 4 spoke to him, it had taken a moment for the words to pull him from his thoughts.

As if seeing for the first time, the Instructor exhaled lowly and looked up at his student after a brief second spent accepting that his unit had long since left. No. 4′s doing, no doubt. 

“You took over, No. 4?” There was no accusing him, no berating, Black genuinely wanted to find out how much he owed his oldest student. “My bad. I should have focused.”

Saying that, Black didn’t stand. He had no ideas of being able to just walk out of this room without a comment from No. 4. The older Android waited. If 4 had something to say, there was nothing holding him back.

To see the Instructor in such a state had been concerning to say the least, when he’d always been so ironclad in his self-control and devoted to his work. The instant he had seen the android lose his focus, to space out during drills of all things--No. 4 had known to step up and bark out orders to give the others direction. It was an unspoken thing, really, that he take charge whenever their mentor was either not present or simply unable to perform one way or another.

This happened to be one of those times.

Nodding once in affirmation after hearing that query, after seeing him exhale audibly--The Gunner grew silent, debating pushing or not. While he certainly felt worry, it also wasn’t his place to question his superiors, but....

“....Instructor, this isn’t like you,” he comments finally, shifting his weight to one leg and fixing his gaze on the other. “--You’ve been acting this way ever since the Descent.”