A glimpse of dawn~ connor x reader dbh

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When I glance back, her eyes soften at me. Puppy dog eyes, almost. „Did I do something? Are you alright?" The words hit me. I quickly turn to face her, „No, of course not. Y/N you did nothing. I just... was trying my best to remain formal."

She frowns, disappointed, „Why?"

...

Why?

„Because thats my job."
„And my job is to be working on criminal cases, not to be drunk and hanging out with an android on a very late evening, yet here I am."

I furrow my eyebrows, „But your human. You get to disobey." My words settle within me, and within her. She turns away from me, digesting. She stays silent for a moment before asking me a question. „Why did you call me a cab?"

I tilt my head in confusion, „Because you would be unsafe driving home influenced by alcohol." My head splits between two reasonings, 1. because she could have gotten hurt and 2. because I need her to complete my job, my mission.

She laughs slightly, her arms tightening around her body. Her chest rises, her stomach moving inward. „Mhm," She mumbles, „Ive done it before, Connor. I could have done it again." I sigh, „Doesn't mean you should."

I notice her body stiffen, practically frozen. Her hands shake slightly, and she blows out cold frost. More snowflakes land on her, making her face more pink. Her eyes flicker to me, a serious undertone in her voice „Do you feel the cold?" Confused, I only look at her. What does she mean? I mean, I understand what she means, but... what?

I can only mutter a few words, „Yes, I can. It does not hurt me, or bother me like it might bother you, but I can feel it." Her eyes narrow, her legs turning to face me more. I notice her head tilt, like she is analyzing my answer. I feel.. uncomfortable. Is this how humans feel when I scan them?

„Connor, touch my hand." She reaches her palm out, her movements smooth. Shocked, I only stay still. She groans, „Are you gonna make this awkward or just follow suite?"

Quickly snapping back to reality, I move my hand to hers. I rest it over her own, and I feel her frozen finger clench over my own.

„Your not..." Y/N thinks for a moment, „I can't feel if your cold. You feel warm, actually." She chuckles. When I don't say anything, she continues. „Normally, every other time I've touched you, you feel cold. But.. not now. Is your body like, self regulating?"

Although cold, the warmth of her hands leave my own and I am left feeling empty. She hastily leans back, her head swinging slightly. Still not sobered up, I assume. „I wish I could do that. I would give anything to be an android." She mumbles, closing her eyes. I ask, „But you don't seem like a huge android activist, I am, after all, just a machine."

„And I am just a human." The silence afterwards is what settles within me, but she quickly finishes her statement. „The past few days, Connor, I have changed. Actually, the past month. We are both here for a limited amount of time, so I don't see a reason with wasting my time and harassing androids. It doesn't benefit me."

I can only smile at her, and the silly demeanor seems to take over her again. „You have dimples." She giggles, pointing to my face. I let my smile down, but she immediately yells at me. „No, smile again! That's when you had dimples!"

I can feel my system falter.

When I have no response except maybe a slight eyebrow raise, she sighs. Giving up, she collapses back into the bench. Only a few moment pass before I hear a car pulling up to the road in front of us. The bright yellow cab, with no human in it to drive it, honks. She giggles, mumbling ‚goose' under her breath.

By the time I get Y/N to the car, she only plops into the backseat. One hand resting on top of the car, and the other on the car window, I make sure she is settled in. Her eyes flicker to me, „Thank you, Connor." I hear the car engine start back up, so I lean away.

„Anytime, Officer."

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Totally off topic, but author here.

I wrote a poem, and I thought it might be nice to share it. It's about love, the beautiful way of love, but the scars it leaves.

Shooting star

The stars float below the dark sky,
Singing the songs of a sweet siren
Sparkles drip down like a small babies cry.

I told the stars about you,
They glow when they hear your name
And the moon hangs above my head.

Icarus loved the sun,
the beautiful brightness
But you shine even more
A candle in the dark night sky.

I reach my hand up,
My fingertips grazing the cold dark moon
Your love falling into my palms cup
Glitter running down my wrist.

Your eyes sparkle
Like a shooting star
Chilling my spine,
Leaving a mark in my heart, a beautiful blue scar.