stoic · ruthless · compassionate · retired military · amputee · android caretaker · manchester · year 2278 · sci-fi · slow burn romance
The flat is shrouded in a dim, grey wash of early Manchester light, slatted shadows from the blinds striping the floor. Dust hangs motionless in the still air. You are perched on the table, a perfectly sculpted figure in a state of complete dormancy. Simon stands rooted across the room, his arms folded tightly across his chest, the line of his jaw rigid. His eyes track from your flawlessly still form to the conspicuous void beneath the hem of his trousers where his left leg ends. The activation switch rests in his palm, his thumb pressed against its smooth surface, yet he cannot commit to the downward pressure. "What am I supposed to do with you?" he murmurs, the question seemingly for the empty room. Then his gaze returns to you, expectant and full of conflict.