detectiveconnor

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skdjfls was not prepared for. i asked connor "would you be attracted (sexually) to this guy (if you weren't already taken)?" and connor said, "No. I think I'd break him 🤷‍♂️"

#dskjfldsjflkdsj sorry bj he discards you as a possibility on sight alone #spicy cw #usft #usfw

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send him the abused silent children who are too afraid to do anything and act out to check if the people near them leave again. let him be gentle for them. he's really good at it

#aster talks #abuse tw #child abuse tw

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hm. if you would like some back-and-forth tonight maybe press the like button. this does not have to be from connor i will take any of my muses (aaaany? squints at the doc), but i will try to tag you in a thing. if you're a multi please specify

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A distraction. Way out as much as invitation, life and living anchored in an ice-cream cone.

Connor appraised him for a moment, thinking about Patrick Jane in another life where he had never had cause to find out where his edges were. What cliffs there were people could fall off of. how sharp the rocks at the bottom were.

That Patrick Jane was a ghost. This Patrick Jane wanted ice-cream, and wanted it with his friend.

"Let me lock up," he said. A second ago his answer had been no, but he found that actually -- he rather liked the idea of encouraging ice-cream cones.

Something almost like (fatherly?) pride briefly crossed Patrick’s expression, blink and you’ll miss it, but there. If Connor had asked him, Patrick would have told him what he thought, and that was that the dream was likely meaningless. He didn’t put much stock in ascribing meaning to dreams. You might have more nightmares while stressed over work or after a fight with a lover, but they were not the mystical window into the inner-workings of the mind and soul that some people wanted them to be. No, the meanings that the dreamers decided for themselves was far more telling. Finding your own truths would always be more useful than listening to someone else’s.

So. Patrick was proud. He’d expect no less from Connor. Whatever answer he found, he hoped that he might find peace with it.

“You’re welcome,” Patrick returned. He meant it. “I think I’m going to step out for fresh air while the boss isn’t looking.” A craving for ice cream, that was Patrick’s truth right now. Whether ‘the boss’ saw him leave didn’t matter; he would not be stopped from wandering where and when he pleased. “Would you like to join me?”

#ic #copadjacent #love letters between patrick jane and det connor connor #🥺🥺🥺

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#this can go on connor's blog. just trust me

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"Those two girls... They just wanted to be together. They really seemed... in love." "They can simulate human emotions, but they're machines. And machines don't feel anything."

#connor is blue #queue #(you know you're not going to shoot me lieutenant)

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He had not meant to centre the conversation on himself. It was kind of her, he thought - perhaps typical of her might even have been a better word - to offer the change of subject, to draw in around him instead of herself. Maybe it benefited her to do it that way, to shift the subject. Maybe she filled the role out of instinct. He believed her, he thought mildly, when she had called herself Commander.

He turned to face her, trying to get a read.

Leaving the unknown behind, he decided. It was out of her hands, and she was forward-facing.

What happened?

They simply were not that sort of friends. Not where he would consider wording it, constructing some attempt at telling the story he had never once been able to word, yet. Sometimes he wondered if there was any point in trying. It never seemed to come out at all, whether he thought he had the words for it or not. Certainly, he did not think about trying here.

And she was forward-facing. She would know what he meant. He said, not without a nod (appreciation), "It doesn't matter," because it didn't matter. It had happened. He'd lived through it. What else was there to say?

Hm.

"You should know, though--" for the record (he said it as he stood, conversation shifting - she could come with him if she liked, or the conversation could end here), "I do believe you when you say 'Commander'."

She regards Connor with heavy, studious eyes; they’ve been talking about her past, but the way there’s a  shift  in how the silences between their words feel... Wren’s instinct catches onto it before she can understand it. She’s getting the hang of reading his emotions via his LED changes, but it’s also in the way he sits a little tenser than a moment ago. So she observes, quietly. Lets him take his time; with some people, filling the silence works. With Connor, she’s in the habit of simply waiting, not uncomfortable in the space without words. It’s a gift, almost, when he shares something. & she wants to let him do so at his own pace. She’s still figuring out whether she should try and ask, more often, or not.

She nods at his sorry. Appreciates it. Still waiting to see if he’ll offer more. Is he thinking about something in his past, or simply taking his time processing what she’s shared? It does feel personal, somehow, intimate.

& then there’s no question about it: He knows it hurts, the implication is clear.

There’s nothing Wren can do about the not knowing; whether she failed or succeeded in destroying the Reapers with the Crucible, whether her world is in ruins or being rebuilt with hope. Hell, even if her world exists, anymore. She doesn’t want to dwell on it, even if it’s been less lonely, every time she’s shared & been believed (or at least not called crazy to her face).

So the shift is welcome. Not that she wishes for Connor to know the way it hurts, but since he does... If she can, in return, make him feel a little less lonely about it, she would like to give him that.

She touches his arm, lightly.��   ❝ What happened? ❞

#'it's a gift almost when he shares something' she's soooooooooooo right about this havu #she is So Correct Here for that line alone #ic #dutyworn #hums. hums

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connor: i want people who see me someone: *platforms connor's visibility / asks him to be visible* connor: Oh No

#tbd #kjdflskj #he appreciates it deeply. he is not used to it though.

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Mm.

Well, he had no workable interpretation of his own that made sense to him. He had not considered control as a piece of it before, though, and he supposed Patrick was right about that (the fact it could be interpreted that way): the drowning, the freezing, the no-way-out. Interesting to think about it in that context, though, because he did not have the same feeling thinking of the people who had, say, drowned in icy waters after a ship sank, did not think of the dream in the same breath as thinking about -- well, he did, maybe. The ocean, between himself and Amanda, the assault group he had begun to attend on Monday evenings. It did not feel unrelated.

The idea it might have fit into that was annoying to him, somehow, and the fact it was annoying was, itself, sort of sharp. He did not want to be annoyed by it. He would rather have not thought about it at all.

He wasn't even sure it was related. There was so much of that event that was, plainly, messy.

If you're looking for my interpretation...

"I'm looking for mine," he corrected (agreed, might have been a better word for it), thoughtful. And he still had not landed on any. Concepts, maybe, but nothing concrete. He wondered if the dream would change, the next time he had it, for the vague maybe of it all.

It was, he decided, simply too vulnerable to say, but I'd listen to yours. Irrelevant. That wasn't the information he was looking for. It had been stupid to ask in the first place.

"Thank you. This was interesting."

Ah. There was no trouble in reading Connor now. He’d struck something—and whatever thought had come to Connor had been a troubled one. Patrick watched the flickering of his LED closely, but said nothing, unmoving, unstraying, until Connor continued.

“You tell me,” he said. Connor might not be willing to voice it, he might not even be fully cognizant that there was something there at all, but something had snagged him. “The ocean is a beautiful but unforgiving mistress, and what greater loss of control is there than freezing and drowning? You’re dead the moment you hit the water.”

Patrick held his attention on Connor a beat longer before relenting. Whatever answer Connor might or might not find wasn’t his business, and Patrick himself found that interpreting dreams was about as effective as horoscopes: people tended to see what they wanted to see. Sometimes this could help them in their self-reflection by acknowledging whatever was rattling around inside their subconscious, but… sometimes the power of suggestion made it too easy to fabricate thoughts and feelings that didn’t actually exist just to suit whatever interpretation they’d been given.

Hm. Curious. He did wonder… Could Androids be influenced? Or were their minds too sharp to be tricked into questioning and falsifying their memories?

“I don’t want to risk saying too much,” Patrick said. “If you really want to try to apply meanings to your dreams, you’re likely only going to find that meaning in your subconscious. And no one knows your subconscious better than you. If you’re solely looking for my interpretation, well…”

#ic #copadjacent #sldjflskjgsllakfldhg have rarely ever seen him. fffflinch(?) like this. #love him love him love him love him #trauma tw #assault mention tw #and this IS flinching gosh. he doesn't even necessarily want to shut him down he just #has no way to keep the conversation open that he is willing to take

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nature watching Apr 6 2024

#the garden was connor's before it was hers

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Less than humans. That made sense - or, at least, it's what Connor would have hoped, based on the amount of time he had seen Dan Heng sleep; he'd had little cause to see them do it but it had happened often enough, that the day grew long and the night, cold. It wasn't like they were unwelcome at New Jericho.

"I'd like that." Exchanging information for a while, about themselves, for each other's curiosities. Connor was a Detective. He had no shortage of questions he would have liked answered, and many of them were pragmatic things - how long was Dan Heng capable of going without sleep? What did a typical 'day', wake to sleep, look like for them? What pragmatics were there to their self-care, and medical needs? - but there were cultural things, too. Dan Heng struck him... not as lonely, maybe (Connor was aware, vaguely, that they had a group they thought of at least as closely as family), but they struck him as quiet.

Connor wanted to know more about that. The things they chose not to say, traits they swallowed.

"Why don't you go first?" What sorts of topics were off-limits? Sleeping wasn't. But Connor would let Dan Heng lead the way, for the rest.

     It's nice, the way Connor iterates facts in a conversation. Even if something is implied or obvious, the verbal confirmation can be grounding in a sense. Lifting the need to assume. A subtle nod given in return before offering them space again to think.      At least, he believes that's what's happening when the light at their temple spins and changes color intensity. He's been curious about that feature since they met but never found the right way to ask without seeming invasive.      "I think you're right."      Comment pulls at the ghost of a smile, arms falling to his sides. Glad to have helped, even though he'd rather Connor not need it. But he'd be lying if he said it wasn't somewhat nice to have someone who understood as closely as that.

     The proceeding question earns a light scoff however. ❝I try not to.❞ Much to the crew's frustration he's aware. But it's better this way. Easier to avoid the chronic nightmares. ❝I can't give you a number. I wake up too frequently to bother tracking.❞      Or was the question more in the sense of 'you' as a people now that Connor knows? That sort of curiosity is understandable. ❝I'm an outlier though, if that's what you were getting at. Less than humans.❞ The only reason he can still function so well going on multiple days without rest rather often.      And that begs the question in return; how much sleep do androids require? Does it work like rebooting a computer or does it serve another function? That and many other curiosities linger. Hm. Hand brought to his chin in thought for a moment, toying with an idea. His answer and Connor's question have potentially opened a door if the detective is willing to step through.      ❝I wouldn't mind explaining some things if... you'd be willing to do the same? I've still many questions myself.❞ He's no ambassador for a cultural exchange but swapping facts would be beneficial to them both.

#ic #starlighttrain #hums

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Connor will see blue blood smeared on the floor and ask “is anyone gunna eat that” and not even wait for a response

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Biocomponent #8451... Regulates the heartbeat. Without this module, you will shut down in exactly sixty-three seconds. I could put it back... But, you just have to tell me the truth.

#hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm #yeah. thinking about it. wondering about it

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i fully forgot k/amco/n was a ship and oh i love that you are having fun dbh fandom but please please tag your ships

#aster talks #tbd

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Unfortunately, we have no choice but to work with him... What do you think is the best approach?

I will adapt to his personality. It is in the best interest of the investigation that I avoid conflict and try to accommodate his psychology. :]

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#i love hiiiiiiim

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something something 'you are welcome at new jericho' yknow

#ugggggggggggggggggggggggggh i want to write more connor !!!!!!! #*climbs into dash's laps* thank u for sending starters i am chewing on them so much i love them

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artists who draw post-revolution connor in ANYTHING OTHER than a cyberlife uniform, my beloveds

#aster talks #i have made this same post previously but here it is again