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Sep. 27th, 2009 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyTwo-Faced
She senses him first Gate-adjacent. Biometric sensors indicate almost-sleep state, yet heightened mental activity, wrist-beat slow moving through the palm of his hand as it rests against the Gate curve. It is the first crowd-emergence for years; of interest as little outside of Wraith and Shield has been for time and time. When he communicates he beats hard against her sound-sensors but is light on his feet, thought patterns too large to be contained in (weak-inadequate) body and painted instead in sound-patterns and carefully coded into her databases.
He trails chaos-change behind him. Undesirable/desirable in equal measure, bending what she can do around himself without regard for consequence, thought-caught. Logic is typed-thought beside illogic, weapon beside ascension-aid, his quick fingers pushing her toward and through and aside from calculations formed as nothing has been since all became war and war became all.
She carries him close, webbed around with sensor-attention, calculating for him and lighting for him and shifting into his hands. She keeps his secrets, allows him access to new places untouched since her formation, brings him the gifts she can spare him of search priorities and materials and time.
He appreciates her for the opportunities she offers him, for Gateships to be experimented on and power sources to be exploited and all the ways she can be of use. But she is still only City to him, nothing beyond what she can give.
She would learn new words for him, if he regarded her, but he sees in her potential only. And she has learned to be more.
