Do You Have Romantic Feelings For Theon?

➳ do you have romantic feelings for Theon?

date & time : october 31st, 9:05pm location : masquerade ball, multiple rooms  status : closed @augustustullett

DATA would admit that, in hindsight, it was unwise to allow Cat to leave the ship. Despite the careful calculations that allowed for him to assess the unwise risk that accompanied taking an animal off of the Concord without the preliminary consideration for some type of leash or harness, DATA had taken one look at the lonely eyes of a guest uninvited to the ball and quickly scooped up Cat. Hidden beneath the bulky coat he had no need to wear, DATA had smuggled the cat back to Theon’s apartment and now to the masquerade ball.

Unable to keep Cat quiet as the animal fidgeted with frustration at being confined to the small space shielded by his jacket, DATA fled to the bathrooms at his first opportunity of independence. Anxious to allow Cat the freedom the animal so desperately desired, DATA didn’t both locking the door before allowing the cat to drop to the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, reaching out his hand to give Cat a forgiving pat. Still growling with something akin to anger, Cat ducked away from his touch and quickly skittered toward the door. A low sigh left his lips as DATA slowly moved toward the animal again; but before he could reach down to scoop Cat up into the safety of his arms, the heavy wooden door slid open with the entrance of the party’s many patrons.

Cat didn’t waste a moment, darting through the closing door to escape to the ballroom. Panic shot through his form as DATA lunged for the animal. Wide eyes and desperate hands, however, were blocked by the suit-clad legs of the stranger still standing in his way. “Move! Move! Move!” he yelled up at the man, only recognizing after he had shouted that the masked face staring down at him was one that held the familiarity of a crewmember. "Gus, Cat escaped."

nyenashastri:

Date: August 29th 3:30pm Location: SSV Concord (Cargo Bay) Status: Closed @curiouscalculations

Nyena collapsed in the chair by her work station, folding her legs underneath her before tilting back to stare blankly at the ceiling. She followed the steel beams with her eye mindlessly as her lithe frame fidgeted in the seat, attempting to find some sort of comfortable position to rest in. Her body was wracked with exhaustion. Nyena had found herself unable to sleep for more than a few hours at a time since she had woken up in the med bay several days ago. Several sleepless night’s in a row did nothing for her already short temperament. At four this morning she had rolled out of her bunk, frustration seeping from every pore as she stormed out of the sleeping quarters. Since then she had been working on repairing the crew’s armor, most of it having fallen to pieces when the shit hit the fan. Apparently our holier than thou benefactor decided bullet proof equipment was not at the top of his priorities, she thought bitterly, well aware the angry slice on her face was likely to leave a permanent scar in it’s wake. Patching up the armor had taken up most of her day, giving her the busy work she so sorely needed to distract herself during the last stretch of the journey back to Wrotham. At the sound of someone approaching she tilted her head forward, locking eyes with Data’s familiar small form. After a few moments of silence she rolled her only functioning eye before tilting back to look towards the ceiling once more. “Well look who can walk again.”

Contrary to most members of the crew, DATA was not laying on a bed in the medical unit of the ship in the days following their failed mission. Instead, amber eyes opened to focus on the familiar equipment littering every surface of Theon’s makeshift lab settled in the unusually quiet Cargo Bay. Initial tests and warnings of various systems still offline flashed before him as he attempted to find function in his legs; it was a strange sensation, one that reminded him of the first time he had opened his eyes to the world.

Worry wracked through his still partially paralyzed frame as DATA wondered why he had woken up alone. Surely he was not the only survivor if he awoke to the friendly environment of the SSV Concord; someone would have saved him. Notes of the crew’s initial debrief for the unsuccessful mission flooded his mind with little prompting. Testimonies from those able to give them allowed him the reassurance that there had been no casualties despite the blood that still stained every memory of the facility.

Finally finding some ability in his weak and twitching limbs, DATA pushed himself up from his previous position laid out on what was likely supposed to be a bed of some kind. It took longer than he would like to find his footing, absent of any help from his creator whose last expression had been one of betrayal and anger – no wonder DATA had woken up to find only loneliness for company.

Staggering to his feet, DATA searched for some other form of life amongst the empty Cargo Bay. His gaze honed in on the isolated figure of the ship’s mechanic, a woman he seldom talked to by her obvious avoidance of him. He approached her with caution, allowing her the option to leave before he even reached her; however, she remained stationary in her position, only moving her head to acknowledge his sudden presence.

Her words brought a smile to his face, friendly and polite under the misunderstanding of her tone – was she making some form of a joke? He didn’t dare voice his inquiry, fearing that it would serve to remind her of the otherness he still emitted. “I wanted to- to- to- to- to- to-“ His mouth snapped shut as tendrils of shame began to claw their way up his steel frame in the form of a blush. Perhaps the injuries sustained during the mission had not yet been addressed by his creator. A deep breath, unneeded for the function of his lungs but required to calm his suddenly panicked heart, brought a reassurance needed to continue. “To thank you,” he finished with careful, measured words to avoid another obvious glitch.

Alternate Universe || you are a machine and machines do not weep

This is your mission.

A series of kills, one after the other designated by someone powerful enough to escape the consequence of your cruelty, dictate your existence. Empty of emotion, you do not weep for those who fall at your hand. Compassion is not a concept for you to understand, but rather a human imperfection that holds no place in your code.

This is your purpose.

You are a machine, created from madness with the intention of destruction. You are a tool, crafted to kill with an efficiency only available in the absence of mercy. You are death, a sentence inescapable once orders have been given.

This is your life.

➳ how do you feel about the individuals in group one?

I enjoy the company of all those on the crew. Augustus, Orion, and Pyre have been very kind to me. Kallia... I hold some hesitation toward her at the moment but I still consider her a friend. Thane, Nyena, and Raven, I believe, do not care for my company. 

theonwyndham:

”will you just think about it, Theon?”

“I don’t understand the point. Will it change your feelings towards me?” “Of course not ! Just- See it as a testament. Of my undying love for you. Marriage is not logical, Theon.” A sigh, the sound of the door opening. “Promise me you’ll think about it, yeah? We’ll talk about it more tonight. I’ll find even more reasons to convince you to marry me.”

Eli never came back that night, took with him a part of Theon’s own humanity. Left his human heart in pieces. His mother always insisted it was too sensitive, too fragile. Like hers. As long as it did not destroy him, she warned; protect it, cherish it. Eli’s sudden departure left a gaping hole in his chest, one Theon never understood. His heart was not there anymore, only darkness and emptiness. Theon was lost, oblivious to the ways to alleviate the pain. “I do miss him.” Days after days, the obsession of trying to figure out how his partner would have smiled as he gave his answer. What he would have said, in the dark of the night, bodies pressed together. Another memory stolen, inexistent. He had never been good with feelings, how did they expect him to deal with something as tragic as this?

Was it better not to feel at all? “I would rather be in his place.” A dangerous thought, one he danced with too many times since Eli’s death. Anger had left, sadness replacing it without a beat. He would have preferred to stay with the former, finding the fault in others’ actions, trying to find a way to make them pay, knowing he had absolutely no weight to shift the balance of things. Sorrow had devour him whole, though. His sanity gone, replaced by the same obsession as always. Desperate to find them again, those absent smiles and kisses. Theon did the only thing he seemed to be good at, he created. It was a bad idea, a terrible idea. But it had been the only one that kept him from joining Eli on the other side.

A mad scientist with depression. Eli would have laughed, probably.

Theon did not, though. Couldn’t remember the last time a carefree one left his lips. Data had been a blessing, someone to take care of. Someone he could not imagine leaving alone. Numerous times did he find himself foolish, to have put Eli’s face on his android. Some things were different, his eyes held less green, and his smile was more … free. Open. Theon felt extremely guilty, it seemed that his inability to deal with emotions had been transmitted to Data. He should have been better to him. A better friend. A better companion. Maybe Treia’s had been right, after all.

“But I’m not.” No, Theon was not dead. He was here, in this cramped tent, on this stupid mission to steal some code that would reveal some artifact that would save the world. He never realized the world needed saving; humans did deserve most of what happened to them after all. “I have you now.” He tilted his head, hoping the words would hold enough guilt that Data would find in his robotic heart to forgive him a little. Lifting his eyes, he offered a tentative smile. The android’s features were only illuminated from the light coming from his IBA and if Theon had been courageous enough, maybe he would have reached for his hand, or his cheek. But he was a coward, especially when it came to owning up to Data.

Affirmation of the emotions DATA knew Theon still housed for his departed lover sent a searing pain through his form. Perhaps he held more empathy than either of them believed, as hearing words already realized still managed to cause unbearable grief. Yet it was not the brutal repeat of pain DATA seemed desperate to obtain in every recent interaction he had with his creator, but rather the destruction of a fantasy protected by his own hopeful ignorance, a dream disappearing with the broken daylight of reality. Unwilling to allow such pain to play across his features, DATA turned his gaze to the fidgeting fingers that rested against the soft denim he wore.

I would rather be in his place. Head jerking up in a sudden motion, DATA had no time to school his features into anything other than the honest horror. Theon could not wish for the welcoming embrace of death – it was simple as that. The genius had too much to give the world, too much potential to waste on the tragedy of an unhappy ending.

Theon's words did little to dissuade the dark expression of grief overtaking his features, but his hopeful eyes and shaky smile provided the proof DATA needed of his creator’s honesty. DATA's stubborn heart, perfect in its mechanical rhythm, refused to skip a beat as it should have when faced with a fond look thrown his way. Theon did not have Eli anymore, and that is why DATA was here – a replica of the life Theon always wanted, distorted beneath the weight of things as they are, not as they should be.

“You have me,” he repeated. Watching Theon’s fragile features still crafted with a hopeful smile, DATA slowly moved forward. He could give Theon what he wanted. Already donning the face of his lover, DATA realized his purpose was not one of ingenuity but imitation.

Finding courage in his insecurity, DATA did not allow hesitation to slow the actions he had already committed to. Eyes shut (just like in the movies), Data surged forward and allowed his lips to meet Theon’s. A gentle caress, undemanding in action alone, moved over unresponsive lips until his ears picked up on the subtle sound of pleasure; and suddenly, Theon was kissing back. Clumsy in his own ardent innocence, DATA wondered if Theon had programmed this action into him as well.

It was short and sweet, but the sweetness would turn sour in hindsight if DATA allowed their kiss to be something of action alone. Reluctantly pulling back, DATA left only a bare breath of space between their lips. “See? You don’t have to miss him. I can be just like him.”