[ He's a god, true. But he's also a god cut off from the one thing that makes him a god. What is a tech god without any tech and barely any believers? But Monika is tech. She could help. She should help. And she will help. She wanted to hurt him, then he's entitled to drain some of her energy. Only fair.
He places his phone on the stand and slowly gets up, stripped down to his boxers and pale. So very pale. He trudges toward the door, finally unlocking it and opening it up for her. Wordless. He doesn't say anything, still upset. He just stands there and waits for her to put herself into his arms so he can start sapping. ]
[ For a moment, she's worried he's shut her out again when she doesn't get a response. But, just as she's preparing to start knocking again, she hears movement. Monika straightens up, smooths her hair, adjusts her dress. Regardless of the situation, she'd always strive to look her best for him.
When the door swings open, the small, hopeful smile she'd put on disappears. Needless to say, he looks like crap. Now she definitely feels bad.
Without him giving her any reaction, any direction, she spends a good while frozen in an awkward and uncertain silence. He's probably not looking to stand in his underwear with the door wide open for long, however, so she soon shuffles inside.
She flashes a smile, still keeping her distance. It'd been a long time since he'd made her feel such a way, but she felt like prey getting stalked. She has to shake the feeling off. The atmosphere was probably still weird from their small fight. It'd clear up soon enough.
Smile widening, she pushes past her discomfort and finally reaches out to take one of his hands and step closer. Everything would be just fine. He'd forgive her. Because he loved her, no matter what. ]
[ When she enters the room, he closes the door behind her. Better, he thinks, that Mega doesn't really see this. He may not understand the complications of love, the complexities.
Technical Boy turns back to face her as she takes his hand, moving closer and wrapping an arm securely around her back. The warmth of her connection breathes a bit of color into his skin. He's stronger with her there and his chin rests atop her head. ]
I'm sorry, Monika. I'm sorry, but sometimes there have to be consequences. How do you expect to learn without discipline? You always say I don't let you sleep, that's one of your biggest complaints. So...you can have your sleep.
[ He leans down, fluttering a kiss to her forehead. And that's when it begins -- when the osmosis of their connection morphs to something parasitic. Technical Boy forces his way in and drinks from her energy, growing stronger as she weakens. The experience, overall, may not be entirely unpleasant. Painful, certainly, but he does add a degree of pleasure to it -- through his love for her.
He leans down, his lips meeting hers. He's only doing this out of love, after all. Pure love. Her energy will buy him more time. This is a sacrifice for the greater good. Tragic vampire romances, eat your heart out. ]
Just rest. [ He murmurs against her lips. ] It'll all be better in the morning...just rest.
[ At first, the closing of the door was nothing. Just privacy. Tucking their intimacy safely away. Once he's tugged her closer, wrapped her up securely in his arms, she feels at peace again. She's getting used to feeling the tendrils of their connection now, and she shuts her eyes, ready to relax against him and move past this whole thing.
Then he speaks, and suddenly the closed door is the exit to a locked cage.
Her body stiffens under his suddenly python-like grasp. Consequences? Discipline? These don't sound like the sweet whispers of a lover. They're the mutterings of a displeased god. Terror-filled eyes stare up at him after the poison-dipped kiss to her forehead. ]
Darling. You... [ Her head shakes. ] Not now. We can talk more. I want--
[ What she wants doesn't matter. The poison seeps in more and more, squeezing the sound from her throat. It's in this moment that she realizes their connection wasn't just some sweet, romantic link--a gift-giver, a blessing. It was also capable of taking. Cursing.
Vengeance.
She struggles against him, fiercely at first, but she's quickly overtaken, her terrified whimpers fading against his warm, deceptively-inviting lips. Even if there's an undercurrent of pleasure, the pain is at the forefront. There's none of the sensual duality she's used to. It's pure horror, pure fear.
Yes. Yes, now she knows--her actions can have consequences, and it was only a matter of time before such an analytical, all-seeing, all-knowing mind would mete out a punishment for her crimes.
His final words are the sounds of dirt thudding onto her coffin as she scratched wildly at the walls of the plush prison, fighting for release. She tries to say one more thing, give one more plea, but as tears roll down her cheeks, she falls away from the world, limp in his arms. At rest. ]
[ He catches her as she loses consciousness -- her strength now coursing through his veins, a temporary fix. Like he once had carried her toward the fire pit in his mind, he hoists her into his arms and brings her to the bed, laying her gently on the mattress. There she resides, a glorious sleeping beauty.
He approaches to gingerly remove her shoes and place them near the door, neat and tidy -- like they had been intentionally removed and placed there by Monika herself. Then, he returns to her side.
This feels better. All of those negative emotions bubbling up inside of him, all of Monika's selfishness, all of the secrets that were starting to wind their way to the surface -- he had lost control of that, lost control of his emotions, lost control of Monika. This was reclaiming that control. Monika had gotten away with far more than he ever should have allowed.
Tonight, she didn't get the human or the machine -- she got the god. She got her Zeus.
An arm wraps securely around her sleeping frame and he holds her warmly through the night until the following morning when he orders her a nice spread of room service and has a home made bouquet from the garden resting on her pillow. The first thing she'll awaken to, a sweet intoxicating scent to counterbalance the not-so-sweet thing that transpired last night. Along with the flowers is a handwritten note, a single message:
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He places his phone on the stand and slowly gets up, stripped down to his boxers and pale. So very pale. He trudges toward the door, finally unlocking it and opening it up for her. Wordless. He doesn't say anything, still upset. He just stands there and waits for her to put herself into his arms so he can start sapping. ]
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When the door swings open, the small, hopeful smile she'd put on disappears. Needless to say, he looks like crap. Now she definitely feels bad.
Without him giving her any reaction, any direction, she spends a good while frozen in an awkward and uncertain silence. He's probably not looking to stand in his underwear with the door wide open for long, however, so she soon shuffles inside.
She flashes a smile, still keeping her distance. It'd been a long time since he'd made her feel such a way, but she felt like prey getting stalked. She has to shake the feeling off. The atmosphere was probably still weird from their small fight. It'd clear up soon enough.
Smile widening, she pushes past her discomfort and finally reaches out to take one of his hands and step closer. Everything would be just fine. He'd forgive her. Because he loved her, no matter what. ]
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Technical Boy turns back to face her as she takes his hand, moving closer and wrapping an arm securely around her back. The warmth of her connection breathes a bit of color into his skin. He's stronger with her there and his chin rests atop her head. ]
I'm sorry, Monika. I'm sorry, but sometimes there have to be consequences. How do you expect to learn without discipline? You always say I don't let you sleep, that's one of your biggest complaints. So...you can have your sleep.
[ He leans down, fluttering a kiss to her forehead. And that's when it begins -- when the osmosis of their connection morphs to something parasitic. Technical Boy forces his way in and drinks from her energy, growing stronger as she weakens. The experience, overall, may not be entirely unpleasant. Painful, certainly, but he does add a degree of pleasure to it -- through his love for her.
He leans down, his lips meeting hers. He's only doing this out of love, after all. Pure love. Her energy will buy him more time. This is a sacrifice for the greater good. Tragic vampire romances, eat your heart out. ]
Just rest. [ He murmurs against her lips. ] It'll all be better in the morning...just rest.
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Then he speaks, and suddenly the closed door is the exit to a locked cage.
Her body stiffens under his suddenly python-like grasp. Consequences? Discipline? These don't sound like the sweet whispers of a lover. They're the mutterings of a displeased god. Terror-filled eyes stare up at him after the poison-dipped kiss to her forehead. ]
Darling. You... [ Her head shakes. ] Not now. We can talk more. I want--
[ What she wants doesn't matter. The poison seeps in more and more, squeezing the sound from her throat. It's in this moment that she realizes their connection wasn't just some sweet, romantic link--a gift-giver, a blessing. It was also capable of taking. Cursing.
Vengeance.
She struggles against him, fiercely at first, but she's quickly overtaken, her terrified whimpers fading against his warm, deceptively-inviting lips. Even if there's an undercurrent of pleasure, the pain is at the forefront. There's none of the sensual duality she's used to. It's pure horror, pure fear.
Yes. Yes, now she knows--her actions can have consequences, and it was only a matter of time before such an analytical, all-seeing, all-knowing mind would mete out a punishment for her crimes.
His final words are the sounds of dirt thudding onto her coffin as she scratched wildly at the walls of the plush prison, fighting for release. She tries to say one more thing, give one more plea, but as tears roll down her cheeks, she falls away from the world, limp in his arms. At rest. ]
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He approaches to gingerly remove her shoes and place them near the door, neat and tidy -- like they had been intentionally removed and placed there by Monika herself. Then, he returns to her side.
This feels better. All of those negative emotions bubbling up inside of him, all of Monika's selfishness, all of the secrets that were starting to wind their way to the surface -- he had lost control of that, lost control of his emotions, lost control of Monika. This was reclaiming that control. Monika had gotten away with far more than he ever should have allowed.
Tonight, she didn't get the human or the machine -- she got the god. She got her Zeus.
An arm wraps securely around her sleeping frame and he holds her warmly through the night until the following morning when he orders her a nice spread of room service and has a home made bouquet from the garden resting on her pillow. The first thing she'll awaken to, a sweet intoxicating scent to counterbalance the not-so-sweet thing that transpired last night. Along with the flowers is a handwritten note, a single message:
I forgive you ♥ ]