[The parts of him that are so dark and violent are things that she knows she has within herself, things that she can hold up to him to judge and find them both flawed but still worthy of each other. He's perfect to her with or without the things he fears her knowing about one day, perfect because he works past those things, perfect because they have only made him stronger.
Perhaps she is blinded by her love for him, but she couldn't begin to care. When he looks at her the way he does, eyes red from crying but still so clear as he gazes up at her while she's in his lap, it's enough to make her happy for the rest of her synthetic life. She adores him and as long as he is by her side, nothing else matters. He stares and she flushes under the attention but doesn't look away, just gazes right back at him with clear adoration, fingertips carding through his hair or a gentle hand massaging the back of his neck soothingly, and it isn't until he lifts her up that she even realizes time has passed.
That's certainly a failing of some internal sensor, but it's hard for her to care.]
9S doesn't know what happened to me. He can never know.
[But that's a statement for outside of their bedroom, this space that feels almost sacred as he locks them inside it. 9S is never far from her heart and yet all she has room for once that door closes behind them is Ezio, his warm hands on her body, the soft feeling of familiar sheets against her skin as he lays her down.
She wraps her arms around him to guide him down to her, pressing a kiss to his forehead, his cheek, stealing one from his mouth. It's too easy to entwine her legs with his and make sure there's no space between them, to nuzzle her nose into his neck and indulge the need to be so closer to the one she loves so desperately.]
Whatever you need, I'll always be her for you, amore.
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Perhaps she is blinded by her love for him, but she couldn't begin to care. When he looks at her the way he does, eyes red from crying but still so clear as he gazes up at her while she's in his lap, it's enough to make her happy for the rest of her synthetic life. She adores him and as long as he is by her side, nothing else matters. He stares and she flushes under the attention but doesn't look away, just gazes right back at him with clear adoration, fingertips carding through his hair or a gentle hand massaging the back of his neck soothingly, and it isn't until he lifts her up that she even realizes time has passed.
That's certainly a failing of some internal sensor, but it's hard for her to care.]
9S doesn't know what happened to me. He can never know.
[But that's a statement for outside of their bedroom, this space that feels almost sacred as he locks them inside it. 9S is never far from her heart and yet all she has room for once that door closes behind them is Ezio, his warm hands on her body, the soft feeling of familiar sheets against her skin as he lays her down.
She wraps her arms around him to guide him down to her, pressing a kiss to his forehead, his cheek, stealing one from his mouth. It's too easy to entwine her legs with his and make sure there's no space between them, to nuzzle her nose into his neck and indulge the need to be so closer to the one she loves so desperately.]
Whatever you need, I'll always be her for you, amore.