Chrysanthemum
(Second of Five 'Flowers')
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He was not surprised that it was Dorothy who had once more saved him, prying his fingers with a startling gentle touch from the grips. The electricity still pierced his skin with a sudden sharpness; it had only been a matter of seconds since his rescue, but it felt, to his nerves, like hours.
The bouquet, still tucked under the sleek black of his suit, was crushed to his breast, and when she asked in that dry way of hers if they truly were for Norman, he could not help but to offer one to Dorothy.
Tucked in the red strands of her faux, silky hair, it was as kinetically different, as overwhelmingly her as the dark wells of her eyes.
Somehow he was not startled to feel the same kindness inside he had felt, for a long time now, looking at her pale crafted face and remembering the taunting words others had said to him so frequently now:
The android lover.
The urge to protest against it was omnipresent as always, roiling under his flesh. Angel, beautiful mortal, was the better choice, the logical choice.
"I have a message," Dorothy said in her calm, low voice, and he started.
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Continuity: End of episode 09.28.03. (My apologies for any inaccuracy in the last line - I'm too lazy to check my tape. Adjustments to be made in the future.)
Disclaimer: The characters, locations, and situations of Big O belong to Sunrise. This fanfiction is nonetheless mine.
(Second of Five 'Flowers')
--
-
He was not surprised that it was Dorothy who had once more saved him, prying his fingers with a startling gentle touch from the grips. The electricity still pierced his skin with a sudden sharpness; it had only been a matter of seconds since his rescue, but it felt, to his nerves, like hours.
The bouquet, still tucked under the sleek black of his suit, was crushed to his breast, and when she asked in that dry way of hers if they truly were for Norman, he could not help but to offer one to Dorothy.
Tucked in the red strands of her faux, silky hair, it was as kinetically different, as overwhelmingly her as the dark wells of her eyes.
Somehow he was not startled to feel the same kindness inside he had felt, for a long time now, looking at her pale crafted face and remembering the taunting words others had said to him so frequently now:
The android lover.
The urge to protest against it was omnipresent as always, roiling under his flesh. Angel, beautiful mortal, was the better choice, the logical choice.
"I have a message," Dorothy said in her calm, low voice, and he started.
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Continuity: End of episode 09.28.03. (My apologies for any inaccuracy in the last line - I'm too lazy to check my tape. Adjustments to be made in the future.)
Disclaimer: The characters, locations, and situations of Big O belong to Sunrise. This fanfiction is nonetheless mine.