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Cassiopeia
North isn’t in love.
She has thought that during the most dangerous, and full of adrenaline week of her existence, her whole life; she’s been wrong, so Markus has been —even if they share the strongest bond among the ‘Jericho’ leaders—, they have been new in the concept of ‘feelings’ and ‘being alive’ to notice it. Fast learners as only androids can be, everything was clear, and experience talks better.
That’s why she thinks she’s not in love.
No matter how many times Simon has to repeat her name when those blue eyes and lovely smile are around. The way Josh stays one by one the ‘symptoms’ as if he’s explaining a history lesson; not even the way Markus looks at her with softness, and amusement like he wants to say something obvious but he keeps for himself. —And when she asks him “what” with her most indignant tone, the bastard laughs at her with a simple “nothing.” —
They are her annoying friends now, working to fully achieve rights and dignity. Sometimes too annoying for her patient.
North believes she’s not in love, even with the multiple ‘errors’ jumping around her vision every time the RT600 hugs her. Oh! When she does it by surprise, coming out of nowhere and hugging her by her back, so thigh that North thinks she can perceive Chloe’s thirium pump no matter how ridiculous and stupid it can be. WR400 models have more sensors in their bodies —the HR400 too, — and more advanced sensorial programs than the average android; sometimes North hates it, though most of the time she loves every millisecond her multiple sensors feel Chloe.
Her strength and softness. Her voice and laugh. The way she tilts her head blinks and shrugs pretending innocence but she’s lying through her teeth.
Okay. North starts thinking, maybe she’s in love.
The RT600 has been helping since Markus’ peaceful demonstration leads them to agreements and talks. North isn’t the most welcoming being, she deals with her own demons. Sometimes it affects androids. Chloe hasn’t been the problem, but her relationship with Elijah Kamski is, still what starts with simple ‘preventive measures’ becomes a polite relationship. Then friendly. Now…
Now they like to spend more and more time together. It’s the end of November, and both androids are sitting next to each other as close as they can. It’s late at night and the stars shine. North has been looking at Chloe since the RT600 fixes her eyes on the sky.
“Do you know humans thought those starts represented a queen?” Chloe hasn’t looked away. North hums as she replays the last fragment of her memory to make sure what’s the topic. “She was punished to stay half of the year upside down.”
Chloe’s talking about Cassiopeia, a Greek myth. When the RT600 looks at her North’s mind is ready to say, “humans believe a lot of bullshit,” instead, her feelings miserably betray her.
“Do you know you have the most beautiful eyes I’ve seen ever?”
Chloe can’t blush. She’s an old model, but for the way she opens her eyes, her lips tremble softly before smiling. And after trapping her in a strong hug, hiding her face on North’s breast she’s giggling like a teenager. North’s happy Chloe can’t see her face, because she can blush; her main processor activates the mode with a simple and indifferent announcement first, though the WR400 can feel her thirium pump working faster, and is almost a dizzy sensation when she hugs Chloe and bits her lips.
Stars and human myths can fuck off. North has the most beautiful one in her arms.