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closeness was something so mi didn't get, or rather — hadn't received. the only touch that she knew was that of the people fitting her with new tech, the cold, empty touch of fingers tinkering with a body that was no longer her own. the pressure of those arms around her, the —
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account is single — shipped with @federalsintel. any attempt to disregard will be met with a block.
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lips twitched, almost forming a smile, but she obliged. delicate touch wraps around alex's wrists, maneuvering the other's arms to wrap tighter around her middle as she stepped back into the embrace. it was comfort, something so mi was still getting used to.
the sudden touch startled so mi, thin frame tensing, only to relax the moment she realized who it was. cybernetic digits smooth over alex's arms, leaning into the touch.
⠀⠀ “ everything okay? ”
arms encompassing @federalsanalyst's waist, chin positioned amid shoulder with fluttered eyes and exhalation indicative of instantaneous relief.
the pressure of that grip increased, knowing only how tightly alex held her by stealing a glance at those hands, knuckles white from force, and in that moment, not for the first time, song wished she could * feel it. her body wasn't her own anymore. she was all chrome and wires,—
— for alex to keep going, but when that space was acquainted, mechanical hands fell to her sides, fingers curling inwards towards her palms.
⠀⠀ “ i'm not on anyone's side anymore, ” she replied, shifting her gaze down to the shards of broken glass, watching as the liquid —
alex was a weapon, forged differently, crafted in physical strength and reflexes honed, and she moved faster than so mi could have anticipated. the echoing sound of broken glass reached her ears before she realized what was happening, and by the time thought and reaction met, —
— touch brought about was the sensation of pressure and nothing more.
⠀⠀ “ alex, ” name was spoken out of confusion, longing lacing the single word. burnished optics searched that face, those tears, for an answer that made sense, but the longer she looked, the more she —