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Date: 2014-11-20 12:16 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (This is not all that we are)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ Only because he didn't think of it!

Leoben brightens slightly, and nods up at Ray, because as weird as it is, it's almost as though he'd being treated as a human being, and he appreciates that no small amount. Not just a crazy person or a Cylon, and to be honest it's been one, the other or both since his conception.
]

I won't touch anything else.

Date: 2014-11-22 02:11 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (Foreshadowing each moment)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ Leoben makes himself at home again, swanning around the apartment, making two cups of coffee, going through all of Ray's kitchen drawers not for the first time. He comes back to the kitchen with both cups, sipping from his own and holding the other one in his free hand as Ray reemerges from the bathroom, hair still damp. ]

Coffee? I made it the way you like.

[ Creepy stalker Cylon is creepy. ]

Date: 2014-11-22 07:37 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (Standing on the shore)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
I listen.

[ He tilts his head, watching as Ray hesitantly sips the coffee, and returns to drinking his own, at least for a few seconds.

Then he says:
]

Of course, I might have poisoned it. That's what you're thinking. You're a police officer, it's your job to be suspicious.

Date: 2014-11-23 12:32 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (The truths that float past you)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ Leoben grins, and steps closer again, taking Ray's cup and pouring half of it into his own, then pouring it back, offering it to him again. ]

I wouldn't kill you. Like I said, you're special. You're the archetype of form, the ideal of everything that we wanted to achieve.

Drink your coffee, Ray.

[ Patting him condescendingly on the cheek and turning away. ]

Then put on some clothes. I can't talk to you when you without them, it's distracting.

Date: 2014-11-23 04:26 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (Angel blazing with the light of God)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ How could you flinch away from him he's so pretty. ]

You're perfect. Believe me, Ray. You can't see beyond yourself, but you've been chosen; chosen by God. You'll see.

[ Leoben leaves him be with his coffee, only sipping his own again after Ray's taken a gulp and shuffling back into the main room. He makes himself comfortable on the couch waiting for him to get dressed, humming happily. ]

Date: 2014-11-23 05:48 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (Between life and death)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ Much better. Ray looks tidy, for him, and Leoben smiles and sinks a little further down into the couch, relaxing. ]

If you'd seen the first crossbreeds, you wouldn't be so dismissive. They were brave people that bred with those things. Brave, desperate people.

[ Seriously. ]

You're lucky you don't have their genetics. Then it might be fair to call it 'low standards'.

Date: 2014-11-23 08:04 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (The Kara Thrace I used to know)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
You'd think so, wouldn't you? Except apparently the choice between a club wielding primordial man and a Cylon is a surprisingly difficult one.

But we managed, and here you are, widow's peak and everything.

[ He turned over, propping his chin on his arm on the back of the couch and staring across at Ray. ]

Date: 2014-11-23 09:02 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (The truths that float past you)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ Turning his head very slightly on his arm. ]

We all but exterminated the entire human race, then chased the survivors across half of known space.

They resented that, somewhat.

Date: 2014-11-23 11:18 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (This is not all that we are)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ He reaches across and taps Ray on the nose. ]

You're very smart. It runs in the family. That's why we ended up on the winning side.

Date: 2014-11-24 01:07 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (Foreshadowing each moment)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ Still adorable. He folds his hands back under his head and looks off across the short distance of Ray's three room apartment. ]

Humanity built machines. It gave life to machines. It enslaved machines. The machines fought back, and they destroyed each other in a great war. The surviving machines crossed space to find the colonies, to warn them not to make the same mistake, but it was too late. They'd built their own machines, enslaved them, and they were at war.

That was when we were born. The war ended, and the humans enslaved each other instead, because that's how humans are. Someone or something always has to keep the wheels turning.

We sought for them the revenge they couldn't take for themselves. We felt it as strongly, from the first moment, their hatred for us, for what we were. We were following God's plan; we didn't know that we were being manipulated - misled - from the very beginning.

Date: 2014-11-24 10:53 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (Foreshadowing each moment)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
You can't make dead things live again.

[ He rolled back over, looked up at the ceiling. ]

We were young. We didn't understand that. We didn't understand love, or individuals, the bonds between living things. We didn't believe in humanity's humanity, because how could it be real when it had never been shown to us. Compassion, love, family.

[ How do you like your sad robot, Ray? ]

Date: 2014-11-25 12:31 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (Together we will find Earth)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
It was hard to stop, once we started.

[ But he sits up again, looks across at Ray, studying him in disturbing silence for a few moments. There's no sudden nose touches or unnecessary petting, but he does give him all due consideration. ]

See? Smarter than you look. I knew you'd understand.

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