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@ENCOMCODED “Together.”
He repeats the word carefully, letting it sit carefully in his mouth for a moment before nodding slowly.
“: . . I would very much like that, Tay. More than anything.”
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@CLU2PERFECTION “we’ll see it.”
she squeezes his hand, now finding it difficult to focus on the games, instead focusing on what - or rather, who - is beside her.
“together, i hope.”
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she’s stepping into @CLU2PERFECTION’s private viewing room for the games - she’s excited about the lineup tonight .
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@ENCOMCODED A low hum escapes, fingers unintentionally shifting to tighten around her hand. Eyes squinting at the games, focused yet distracted.
“. . . I cannot wait to see it.”
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@CLU2PERFECTION tay’s eyes look down at their joined hands as if committing the moment to memory, before her hand rotates, palm up, holding his gently.
“it’s almost indescribable. i can’t wait to show you.”
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@ENCOMCODED The males jaw tenses, though he nodded features soon enough relaxing as a hand overlaps hers, a gentle squeeze being offered.
“So I’ve heard. Flynn would often boast about it.”
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@CLU2PERFECTION she sits only when he does, close, though comfortably so. her own hands settle at her sides, a sight restlessness to them before she stills.
“you will never see anything more beautiful than the sun rising through the trees, i swear it. it’s perfect.”
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@ENCOMCODED There was a moment of hesitation; lights reflecting in his gaze, though he moves to settle down.
Hands folding in his lap.
“. . . Sooner or later. I’m certain of it”
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@CLU2PERFECTION tay crosses to the sofa - waiting for him, not quite sitting down yet. when she turns back to him, the beauty of the grid illuminating her features, she looks … softer.
“i would take you there if i could find a way.”
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@ENCOMCODED “No, no problem.”
A small smile graces his features; he moves to her side, beckoning her to sit down on the sofa.
“It truly is. The beauty of the Grid is unmatched, though. . . I would love to see your world one day.”
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@CLU2PERFECTION she’s slightly startled by his touch, but she quickly settles into a soft smile.
“it isn’t a problem, right? everything here is just so…”
she hesitates. there’s something completely different she wants to say.
“… wonderful.”
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her thoughts dwell on @CLU2PERFECTION, tonight, she must admit.
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“Of course I have.”
He turns to face her; lips curling into a smile, one hiding something perhaps indescribable. Yet, he answers with certainty.
“I’ve said it before. . . Out there is our Destiny. Something real, something tangible beyond mere code and preconceived —
TAYLOR ATLAS.ᐟ@ENCOMCODED
— you ever wanted to go to the real world — um, my world?”
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@REPURPOSEDCODE “Dyson. . . To what do I owe the pleasure?”
In any other circumstance; Clu would’ve played along with the civility, the personal touch. Yet it seems his patience was thin, worn out. Fortunately there was no malice, just a direct question.
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It has come to Dyson’s unwavering attention that he hasn’t seen his glorious leader in a while. Usually, he wouldn’t bother @CLU2PERFECTION like this, but he comes bearing news.
❝It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Clu?❞
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@ENCOMCODED He takes hold of it reverently; as though it would shatter with a mere breeze, though he’s careful when opening it.
Eyes scanning over its contents, its design.
Clu didn’t know how to react, how to process this.
“. . . This means. . . So much to me.”
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@CLU2PERFECTION “here.”
it’s a small thing - supplies had been hard to come by, of course, but she has managed to make it nice, for him. it’s a small folded heart, with a few heartfelt words written inside.
she’s embarrassed - shy, even.
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@ENCOMCODED . . . You made one of these valentines? For me?
Every time I see you, you always fascinate me Tay. I’m honored to receive this Valentine of yours.
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@CLU2PERFECTION this one is called valentine’s day. it’s, um— typically a holiday to celebrate love, but you can also give little gifts to friends, and people you care for. usual it’s little paper cards - valentines.
i have one i made for you.
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@ENCOMCODED Ah, like the last one? Hm, color me curious. . . What is it?
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Pride swells.
He’s so incredibly happy that she already adores the Grid he’s worked so hard to control; so hard to maintain into the semblance of perfection he’s crafted, yet there are lingering doubts.
Darkness hiding away in his gaze that threatens to overtake the —
TAYLOR ATLAS.ᐟ@ENCOMCODED
— anymore), and when she speaks, it’s in a tone that holds emotions yet unearthed. “it already is, clu.” and she means it.
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Eyes close for a fraction of a second; another breath drawn in as his features reflect the absolute bliss, though with her hand in his?
He’s guiding her toward the exit.
“I’ve had enough of the games. Why don’t we get you settled in, find you a place of your —
TAYLOR ATLAS.ᐟ@ENCOMCODED
— against a sleek background, she smiles again, drawing nearer to him. “( he ),” she repeats, “may never understand. but just know this: i do. i have much to learn, but i’m ( willing ) to learn. . . the right way.”
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Drawing a breath in through his nose; a calm, almost pleased smile would spread across his features at her remark.
Finally someone who sees things his way.
“Oh, Tay. . . You have no idea how long I’ve needed to hear that.”
Turning to face her; the program seems —
TAYLOR ATLAS.ᐟ@ENCOMCODED
— all the while. . . but this is a fixed course, it seems, and she doesn’t want to upset him by diverting from it. “you’ve done amazing things here,” she mentions, voice low and soft. “this place wouldn’t be perfect without a little sacrifice and change. but you did it.”
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