[ Each ragged vent is more whine than air as the trembling moves from
Gunmax's limbs to his frame at large. He sinks into Deckerd; warm, alive,
present. Speaking to him and assuring him in ways his hallucinations never
did.
He should have gotten that debugged when he had the chance.
He clings. God does he cling. He grabs onto Deckerd with both hands and he
holds so tight he might break something but he can't bring himself to say
sorry because what if what if what if--
There is a corpse in his mind and it is covered in oil and it whispers
apologies to him every night. It says "I love you" and "I'm sorry" and "I
tried" and Gunmax wakes up every morning by disabling his vocoder so he
doesn't scream.
He pants and it's harsh, jagged. But it works to cool his rapidly heating
frame. He turns his head just enough to tuck his face into Deckerd's neck
and inhales ozone and motor oil, moving components of a mech that is
alive.
Slowly, oh so slowly, the trembling subsides. ]
I'm sorry.
[ His voice is glitchy, but it's there. Whisper soft and more binary than
words, but it's there. ]
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Date: 2024-08-24 04:15 am (UTC)[ Each ragged vent is more whine than air as the trembling moves from Gunmax's limbs to his frame at large. He sinks into Deckerd; warm, alive, present. Speaking to him and assuring him in ways his hallucinations never did.
He should have gotten that debugged when he had the chance.
He clings. God does he cling. He grabs onto Deckerd with both hands and he holds so tight he might break something but he can't bring himself to say sorry because what if what if what if--
There is a corpse in his mind and it is covered in oil and it whispers apologies to him every night. It says "I love you" and "I'm sorry" and "I tried" and Gunmax wakes up every morning by disabling his vocoder so he doesn't scream.He pants and it's harsh, jagged. But it works to cool his rapidly heating frame. He turns his head just enough to tuck his face into Deckerd's neck and inhales ozone and motor oil, moving components of a mech that is alive.
Slowly, oh so slowly, the trembling subsides. ]
I'm sorry.
[ His voice is glitchy, but it's there. Whisper soft and more binary than words, but it's there. ]
Didn't ex-pect... Trigger.