[ castiel admits in a soft voice, watching connor rather than the other androids, all motionless like intricate lawn decorations, or decorative statues. there's a familiar sort of stillness to connor, in the moments between movements. a remoteness. but most of the time, there are signs of life: the twitch of his eyes as they take in the surroundings, the micro expressions that cross his synthetic face, the nervous fidget of his fingers, like they're seeking something long since lost. he never would have expected an artificial being to fidget, but connor does.
before he met connor, he never considered the the characters in the fictions he had stored in his memory as beings deserving of life. but he can't imagine connor as anything else.
it changes the context of this entire place. the resort. before, he would have looked right past, but now he sees remnants of life everywhere, and he's sad for the loss.
castiel stretches out his fingers toward what's been offered to him. ]
... Yes.
[ he takes the cheap plastic sunglasses in both hands and slips them onto his face. the nighttime world takes on a ocher hue, and he feels his periphery unnaturally blocked by the chunky frames. but instead of complaining, he looks to connor and asks, ]
no subject
[ castiel admits in a soft voice, watching connor rather than the other androids, all motionless like intricate lawn decorations, or decorative statues. there's a familiar sort of stillness to connor, in the moments between movements. a remoteness. but most of the time, there are signs of life: the twitch of his eyes as they take in the surroundings, the micro expressions that cross his synthetic face, the nervous fidget of his fingers, like they're seeking something long since lost. he never would have expected an artificial being to fidget, but connor does.
before he met connor, he never considered the the characters in the fictions he had stored in his memory as beings deserving of life. but he can't imagine connor as anything else.
it changes the context of this entire place. the resort. before, he would have looked right past, but now he sees remnants of life everywhere, and he's sad for the loss.
castiel stretches out his fingers toward what's been offered to him. ]
... Yes.
[ he takes the cheap plastic sunglasses in both hands and slips them onto his face. the nighttime world takes on a ocher hue, and he feels his periphery unnaturally blocked by the chunky frames. but instead of complaining, he looks to connor and asks, ]
How do I look?