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RK800 PROTOTYPE | CONNOR ([personal profile] reconstruction) wrote2024-05-31 02:48 pm
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ETRAYA INBOX.





"This is Connor. Leave a message."

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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-22 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ she bleats a soft laugh, letting her fingers brush over his knuckles like she is going to release him but she doesn't.

she likes the company of the kids, hearing their voices and laughter and the occasional "hi willa" as they pass through, but she hasn't had the company of an adult in a while. she's realizing now that she probably needs it more than she was willing to admit before.

she looks up, laugh still on the curve of her lips. ]


Yeah. Yeah, of course you memorized it.
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-22 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ he plays by rote and that isn't a bad thing, he plays beautifully, but it does sound like something is missing. when he finishes, she shifts up on to her knees to face him fully. ]

Close your eyes.

[ her fingers touch his wrist gently, a press of the pads of her fingers against his skin. she can't heal him, but her power does have a showy side when she so chooses. she does so now.

the sensation of cool water spools out beneath her fingertips, curling around his wrist like the caress of a silken ribbon. it doesn't feel wet, but still cool and refreshing, and it doesn't dampen his clothes, but it smells of salt water as it winds around his knuckles. ]


I was born by the sea. I used to lay on the banks for hours like Narcissus, watching the water ripple in the sunlight or the moonlight, dragging my fingers through it. There's nowhere else I feel more myself than next to the water.

[ it makes sense that her power is the ability to give life with a brush of water. ]

The song is about the ocean. The silver moon reflecting over it like millions of starbursts, a warm breeze carrying salt air, the idea of being wholly free on the water and then looking to shore and seeing the warm lights of home.

[ the sensation abates and her hand lifts to touch his shoulder. he can open his eyes now. ]

You should play it again.
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-23 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ it wasn't bad when he played it before, but this iteration is beautiful. full and layered and her chest aches for the sea, he's put himself into it and made it something special.

her head bobs in a nod, quiet. ]


It was lovely.
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-23 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she is about to explain visualization, when she realizes that isn't what he meant. ]

I can heal people, with water. There's nothing to heal on you but I thought it would help with the visualization.

[ she holds her hand between them, palm cupped, and water pools in it from nowhere. ]
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-23 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I am not.

[ what a weirdo. she's so charmed by his taste test, fighting a smile that pulls at her mouth as the water sinks back into her body. if she uses it to actually heal people (and doesn't use water from an outside source) he would be able to read dehydration on her, but with nothing to heal, nothing happens. ]

No blood in your synthetic skin then?
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-24 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think water would mix well with that.

[ despite his little frown, or more in spite of it, willa's mouth finally slants into a whole smile. water and tech aren't the best combination. ]

What are you thinking?
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-25 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ willa laughs, soft but light, sweet, smile spreading wider. ]

It doesn't make sense to me either. There's something existential about it that I prefer not to look at too hard.
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-26 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
I think some things aren't meant to be understood, only felt.

[ that is part of why she doesn't question her own ability — a gift like hers is meant to help, and a curse like hers (often she doesn't consider immortality a curse, but she misses her family) gives her a seemingly infinite well of people to help if need be. there is a clarity of purpose in her power.

and she doesn't seek to understand more than that. ]


Music, happiness or sadness, romance, art, laughter. Things like that.
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-28 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ she huffs a soft laugh, smile growing soft and sweet. she's had ages to figure feelings out and she still does not. (sometimes she misses freud. not because he was actually any good at his job and not because he could actually articulate why she felt anything, but there was something delightful about getting spanked by someone who got really excited when she called him daddy.

what a freak.) ]


They really are. I don't think they get any less complicated either, you just learn... to feel them.
Edited 2024-09-28 04:14 (UTC)
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-28 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the first thing that comes to mind is an unhinged idiom, but she doesn't want to have to explain "like a dog with two tails". ]

Content. [ she says it with a french slant instead of english.

after a moment she plucks the mandolin from his arms and unfolds from the little couch, standing up and holding her hands out so he will take them. ]


Come with me, I want to show you something.
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-10-04 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ she releases one hand but keeps the other. she was going to let him go entirely but not anymore! no, no she keeps hold of his hands. ]

Yes. The reason is I want to.

[ she's clearly leading him toward the house, pulling open the back door and leading him through the kitchen, into the hall, up the stairs. she's leading him to her bedroom (saucy) because that is where she moved all her precious things when she gave the kids free rein of the place. ]

I can offer you three ways to hold hands if you want variety.
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-10-04 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
I think you're right.

[ it needs no more comment. it's very comfortable, his big hand is warm in her smaller hand, her own fingers barely reach his knuckles. she lapses into quiet before she reaches her room, opening the door and leading connor inside. the walls are pale blue, the canopy bed is wreathed with diaphanous white curtains spread wide to reveal a neatly made bed with white linens with blue and green flowers, a blanket that looks impossible soft and warm tossed across it. the wood furnishings, a side table, a dresser, a vanity with a mirror, a bookshelf, are all a honey wood finish. there's also a 1950s style cabinet against one wall that she leads him over to, opening the top to reveal a record player.

now she releases his hand to crouch down and paw through her records until she finds one and slips the record free of the sleeve, setting it on the turntable, and moving the arm with practiced ease to the third song, setting back as the music starts to play. ]
Edited 2024-10-04 02:04 (UTC)
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-10-11 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
I like listening to anything. Jazz is my favorite, but I do really like ABBA. [ logan teased her about listening to old music too and her smile grows warm with her habit of collecting emotional unavailable men who make her smile regardless.

she leans back against the cabinet, watching connor. ]


I think Nina Ballerina is incredibly underrated.

[ she pats the cabinet softly so she won't make the record skip. ]

You're welcome to listen whenever you feel like it. They kids aren't allowed to touch it though. That's the second of my two rules and it was more relevant when it was still downstairs.