“That’s Anita’s favorite,” she explained as he arranged the nearly ruined toy into the best imitation of an upright position. “She would carry it everywhere by the leg. Just dragging it through the dirt and silt until that very leg came right off.” Smiling a little at the memory, Julianna rolled over onto her side to watch Owen. The oil lamps illuminated the room just enough to highlight the movements he made near the basin. She wasn’t subtle in her observance, for a moment their eyes locked in the mirror. “I thought she would be upset when I had to tell her I couldn’t fix it. She only smiled, and said he would be fine. Still good, ma-”
Her story was cut short by a gasp. The singular sound was somehow a mixture of smaller ones. Different tones conveyed in one sharp intake of breath. The simple act of undressing had revealed to her a canvas of scar tissue and a cybernetic prosthetic. She couldn’t see it as clearly as she wanted to in the half-light. The young mechanic was affixed with an impatient sort of curiosity, she’d only seen and handled one such implant in the past. They were fascinating pieces of technology and machinery.
Despite her eager tension she waited for him to come to her. There was a reservation to his movements now, and she wondered if he’d expected her to react poorly to his arm. She fell off of her elbow, dropping her body and head back onto the bed, arm tucked beneath her head for support. She watched his profile. When he looked over at her she held his gaze, but lifted her hand. She reached across the bed and settled her hand on the junction where the prosthesis was attached to his shoulder. Warm and rough skin beneath her pinky and ring fingers, scratched and cold metal between her middle and index.
“May I?” Her voice was quiet, and she smoothed her hand over the implant before he’d actually answered. Her fingers trailed to where his hands were laced at his stomach and she gently lifted the arm away, rolling onto her back as she extended it into her field of vision.
“Titanium alloy,” she observed quietly. Julianna rotated his wrist and flexed his fingers in a short series of tests, not unlike the ones he had moments before. “Reinforced fiber optic nerve leads, full point manipulation, palladium connectors, and polymeric nanofibers," she drew her fingertips over his fingers. "Does it have sensation? It's quite impressive."
When she was done with her inspection, she sat up and pushed the arm behind her head. She rolled onto her side again and moved into the space she had made, cuddling up against Owen and resting her head against his shoulder. It was the best way to express that he didn’t have anything to worry about when it came to the arm and her reception of it. She draped her own arm across his chest, and let her index finger draw circles over his collar bone. “How do you keep up with the maintenance?”
Her story was cut short by a gasp. The singular sound was somehow a mixture of smaller ones. Different tones conveyed in one sharp intake of breath. The simple act of undressing had revealed to her a canvas of scar tissue and a cybernetic prosthetic. She couldn’t see it as clearly as she wanted to in the half-light. The young mechanic was affixed with an impatient sort of curiosity, she’d only seen and handled one such implant in the past. They were fascinating pieces of technology and machinery.
Despite her eager tension she waited for him to come to her. There was a reservation to his movements now, and she wondered if he’d expected her to react poorly to his arm. She fell off of her elbow, dropping her body and head back onto the bed, arm tucked beneath her head for support. She watched his profile. When he looked over at her she held his gaze, but lifted her hand. She reached across the bed and settled her hand on the junction where the prosthesis was attached to his shoulder. Warm and rough skin beneath her pinky and ring fingers, scratched and cold metal between her middle and index.
“May I?” Her voice was quiet, and she smoothed her hand over the implant before he’d actually answered. Her fingers trailed to where his hands were laced at his stomach and she gently lifted the arm away, rolling onto her back as she extended it into her field of vision.
“Titanium alloy,” she observed quietly. Julianna rotated his wrist and flexed his fingers in a short series of tests, not unlike the ones he had moments before. “Reinforced fiber optic nerve leads, full point manipulation, palladium connectors, and polymeric nanofibers," she drew her fingertips over his fingers. "Does it have sensation? It's quite impressive."
When she was done with her inspection, she sat up and pushed the arm behind her head. She rolled onto her side again and moved into the space she had made, cuddling up against Owen and resting her head against his shoulder. It was the best way to express that he didn’t have anything to worry about when it came to the arm and her reception of it. She draped her own arm across his chest, and let her index finger draw circles over his collar bone. “How do you keep up with the maintenance?”
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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