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Andre knew what Valentine’s Day was; he already had the sort of knowledge engraved into his head. He wasn’t completely stupid—yes, he was dumb of his existence and purpose, but not that dumb! And right now, he was sitting with Collin, under a tent the two had built so they could be just fine without getting wet. He’s scared. He wants to do something lovely for Assimilation, but doesn’t have a clue on how to.
“So… you have anything in mind for your lover-they?” Collin asked while smirking, he fully knew the reason why Andre had come running to him, and he wouldn’t give up on this chance of teasing, and Andre knew that very well. He hated it, but had nobody else to talk to about this since the entities in Collin’s world did not like him very much.
AndreW2002> no
He kicked at the ground a bit, watching some of the mud swish around as he did so. It didn’t help that the rain was particularly heavy on this day, so the ground was extra wet compared to what it usually was. He sighs. Collin hasn’t left his own world in a bit so it was just awfully muddy all around, and even if Andre is glad to be staying here rent-free, he just hates the rain. It was hard to see some of the other entities in the rain like this. A small part of his does wish to dance in said rain with Assimilation, though, but ever since fixing him up, he’s had his waterproof wires replaced with water-resistant ones. That was a slight reason as to why he didn’t like the rain much now; it could ruin him. So he often stays inside or enclosed spaces, where such rain could not bother him, and also not dirty him, as the mud was a pain to deal with.
[SIDIsquish: I kinda want andre to dance in the rain with millie :(
xx_E-G-O_xx: still need to remember that he can’t be out in it for long
xx_E-G-O_xx: which sucks ngl
SOUPBEGONE31: hard to speedrun anything around here with that damn rain
Conzercheez: the rain is nice for romantic shit
Conzercheez: but jeez it’s annoying when it’s every second
SIDIsquish: yeah :(
SOUPBEGONE31: can andre and assimi get together ffs
SOUPBEGONE31: shits taking too long
SIDIsquish: love takes time!]
Andre throws his head, humming softly, which does grab the attention of Collin. “You finally have an idea?” He asks, not wanting to tease, and Andre thanks him for that. He’s tired. He's not in the mood for any more jokes; he’s serious about this.
AndreW2002> i want 2 dance in the rain w/ millie
“So why don’t you?” Collin fixes his posture as he sits up, he was sitting much forward earlier. Seeing as Andre looked tired, he tries to take a more serious approach instead of a mocking one. “Can’t you go out in the rain normally?”
And Andre shrugs, because he can, but he’s too scared to even run in it. Having his innards just changed to work properly had also changed him in other ways; he’s become more scared, more aware of his situation, more aware of his own self. He’s become a lot more sentient since then, but the rain is something he would like to be out more often in if he just wasn’t scared about being ruined. Because ever since then, he’s found himself having to be fixed up by Collin or Assimilation a multitude of times. He’s surprised that the other hasn’t picked up on him getting damaged from the rain, yes, Collin was a bit stupid at times for his liking, but it still had hurt nonetheless to see how his suffering from the rain hadn’t been picked up on.
He shakes his head, saying no silently. He watches as Collin sighs, rubbing his temple as he finally pieces things together. It’s funny, really, laughing at the guy right next to him groan into his palms after realizing why Andre has to be fixed up so much. His voice is a bit raspy and robotic, but he laughs even harder, which causes it to glitch a bit when Collin gives him the middle finger with an annoyed look. He quiets his laughter down as he hums once more, the silence dropping back into the air between them—if you ignore the rain that is.
“Christ, man… you could’ve told me this whole time that the rain fucking messes with you, and that’s why you need to be fixed often!” groaned Collin, shaking his head. He sighed and sat up again, looking at Andre while raising his eyebrows.
AndreW2002> thought u already knew
“Well, I didn’t!”
Andre huffed and threw his head back again, staring at the cloth ceiling of the tent they were both in. It had been built pretty early on in his stay, and he liked that he and Collin went out under it for talks like this whenever one of them needed to talk about something. Though now they were both just getting to a dead point. He looks over to the other, staring at him, expecting something more to be said.
AndreW2002> rain makes it hard to be out in 4 a long time
AndreW2002> cant rlly dance 4 long
“Yeah, that must suck…” Collin breathes out, humming along. Andre watches as he gets up before he’s presented with a hand to grab. “C‘mon, we’ll talk about this in my house.”
He stares at the hand for a minute before letting Collin pull him up. He doesn’t know why the other is doing this, but he won’t complain if it gets him away from the rain entirely. He follows him inside his house, taking off his shoes before doing so he wouldn’t track any mud, that would just be bad manners on his part. He takes his poncho off and shoves it deep somewhere in his inventory; there's no need to track water in someone else’s home as well.
He sits on the floor as he usually does. It’s not the most comfortable, but Collin doesn’t exactly have a chair in his house, and he’s not going to sit on his bed, so the floor just does it well enough for him to sit on. It’s a bit creaky, as always, but he found that to be homey-like, something he wishes that he and Assimilation had in their house. He’s glad for a moment that he doesn’t have human skin because he would definitely be getting splinters by now if he had it. The floor could maybe be replaced a bit, but it’s the creaking and old wood that makes it feel so comfortable to him personally, not the best to sit on, but it gives the house a vibe that he likes.
He watches as the other goes and sits on his bed, not lying on it, but just sitting. Collin’s foot began to tap repeatedly against the floor, but he himself was quiet, and Andre didn’t have the nerve to speak up. He listens to the rain outside as the other sits in silence as well, and he’s not going to ruin the stillness they have.
It’s rare. To be in such a quiet place with Collin. They would usually both be making conversation when they were together, but this time, it’s just quiet. At first, their interactions had been quiet, but after Andre apologized and got Collin back his resources, their conversations had been much louder. He likes moments like this where the two can just sit in silence, not having to say words to understand one another, and this moment he wouldn’t trade for another thing. Getting to understand the other was hard for him because they hadn’t gotten off on the right foot, but with careful caution, he had slowly built trust with the other. He speaks around him when he feels like he can; he doesn’t normally speak with his own voice, but with trust, he can.
“Hey, you okay?” He asks, not liking the sound of his own voice, but ignores it for now. He knows his voice is most likely not his own, sampled from someone else willing to give it up for testing like this. “You wanna talk about something?”
“I’m good, man, just wondering how to get you out more often,” Collin replies, sighing.
“I can still be out with a poncho.”
“And you can still get damaged with a poncho!” Argued back Collin, and Andre has to agree with that because it’s true.
Despite wearing a poncho that had been given to him by Collin—who was very confused as to why he needed one, but had never asked any further—he could still get damaged from any water that seeped into his innards. While his entire body was made to be waterproof, having just a few wires replaced completely ruined him internally, and it had made him feel almost fearful of going out in the rain sometimes because of it. On heavy days, the poncho would almost do nothing as he would suddenly black out only to wake up in either Collin’s house or his and Assimilation’s shared one.
It was certainly a bother for all three of them, and Andre did hate it, but maybe not as much as Collin hated it. Still, he tries to go outside in the rain when the rain isn’t being just downpour, when it isn’t able to seep into his metal body and ruin him. Though on days like these, when it was downpour, he still went out for his own satisfaction and gain, because he needs something for him.
“I’ll go and try to find some waterproof wires, maybe even head back into the doors and take a look around the area,” Collin spoke up.
Andre had begun to worry, he wouldn’t let the other do all of that just for him! “No, just sell the blocks from there like you do all the time. Too risky,” he argues. His tone was not sharp nor fierce, but one that worry laced in it.
“Fine, I’ll do that then, but don’t fucking die on us later on if they’re not the right wires you need!”
After that, Andre had simply gone back to his shared house and greeted Assimilation with a hug. It was a nice moment before he had been dragged off to be checked on to see if he had any water that could potentially damage his insides, and he was going to reject it until he did indeed see that he had some bits of water in him. Collin had left the world soon after that, to which he and Assimilation had gone underground for the time being, just in case any admins were to try and hop on without Collin being there. When he had returned, he gave Andre the wires to which Assimilation had fixed up once more, leaving him feeling like he was on cloud nine at being able to go out in the rain without much worry anymore.
And now, it was Valentine’s Day. The day where he woke up early on purpose, to make a wonderful breakfast for Assimilation, and even later confess his love for them.
[SOUPBEGONE31: as much as I love speed
SOUPBEGONE31: andre should take his time today
SIDIsquish: wow???
SOUPBEGONE31: shut up it’s love day
xx_E-G-O_xx: at least you can recognize that lmao
Conzercheez: thinking pancakes for breakfast?
SIDIsquish: yes omg!
SOUPBEGONE31: how does andre even eat anyway
SOUPBEGONE31: like where does it go
xx_E-G-O_xx: …
Conzercheez: …
SIDIsquish: …
feargeyt6774: …]
Andre cringed at the thought of him eating. He just sort of eats, enjoys the food, but has never given any sort of proper thought to it. He didn’t have to absolutely eat since he was artificial, but he still felt an odd underlying feeling of hunger, which was to probably simulate the needs of a regular human being, but he didn’t have to eat at all. Eating was something he liked doing, not because it made him feel human, but also it was just fun to eat from time to time. It felt like a sacred thing to him, to eat is to love, to eat is to be real, and so he would eat until the feeling of hunger would dissipate.
[xx_E-G-O_xx: okay back to the pancakes
xx_E-G-O_xx: no need to have an existential crisis again
SIDIsquish: what if andre makes them into hearts?
SOUPBEGONE31: is that even possible???
Conzercheez: why not draw hearts on them instead
Conzercheez: andre cant be too obvious to assim
xx_E-G-O_xx: yeah far too early into the day for andre to suddenly pronounce his love for the oh so wonderful ami
SOUPBEGONE31: is that sarcasm?
xx_E-G-O_xx: it’s whatever the fuck you want it to be
SIDIsquish: lmao
SOUPBEGONE31: fuck you too damn
SIDIsquish: PANCAKE TIME!!!!!]
He chuckles at his own thoughts before starting on the pancakes. He starts simple, really, but the idea of adding more onto the pancakes had enticed him heavily. Such a thing could be simply overlooked, but Andre was never the type to add in such small things unless it were for a very special occasion. The strawberries that had recently been harvested would be perfect for such an occasion, to dazzle them on pancakes that were to be made carefully with love, and Andre wouldn’t want it any other sort of way. So while plating the pancakes he had just finished making, he diced up some strawberries, decorating them onto the pancakes that were waiting to be eaten. Collin had gotten many things, which had also included chocolate drizzle; Andre intended to put it to good use by drizzling it over the pancakes in the form of a heart. The line was a tad bit messy, but he hopes it was subtle enough for Assimilation to not notice as he continues to decorate the pancakes.
The rain outside was not unbearable for once, it had actually added onto the soft atmosphere that he was going for this morning. Rain tapped against the window as he takes out some whipped cream, dabbling some on before he pours some into his mouth. He lets himself slip into an easy flow of cooking while listening to the rain, almost wishing there was soft music playing to add to the charm. It was quiet and peaceful, he was alone for the time being, as he gets to listen to the rain in a calming way as opposed to usually listening to it as if it were a nuisance.
“Andre, what is all of this?” Assimilation had started him, and he whips his head around to see them.
If he had human skin, he would definitely be blushing, but he doesn’t, so he’s glad that the other cannot see his obvious love. He gives a soft smile, showing off the pancakes he’s worked so hard on, proud of it.
AndreW2002> breakfast
He could see the other’s eye soften, indescribable feelings being unsaid. He wants them to look at him like that more often, to look at him with such a soft expression. Such expression made him feel like he was being gazed at with such gentle care and love, like he was to be worshiped in a way, and he knows he shouldn’t delve too deeply into his fantasies, but how could he not when he’s being stared at like that? He turns away, shivering, but subtly enough that the other wouldn’t notice it. It was hard not to develop a crush on Assimilation since they treated him so gently with care, like he was porcelain. Soft gazes like that made him melt easily.
He gently sets the plates down for the both of them. He couldn’t help but notice the warmth that Assimilation gave off from behind, he wanted to lean into that warmth very badly. He’s been held a few times by them, and each time felt like complete heaven; he’s eager to cling onto it more. Whenever they had held him, he felt like his mind would go blank, chat would be quiet as he could think of nothing more. He liked their warmth the most, though, skin-to-skin contact made him feel like that he was special to the other.
“This is very sweet, Andre,” commented Assimilation, who seemed to almost eagerly eat the pancakes that were laid out in front of him.
[SIDIsquish: HE LIKES THEM!!!!!
SOUPBEGONE31: he better
SOUPBEGONE31: also how does assimi eat ngl
xx_E-G-O_xx: WE ARE NOT DOING THIS TOO
Conzercheez: i mean those arent bad questions
Conzercheez: how do andre and assim exactly eat
SIDIsquish: who cares about that shit
SIDIsquish: andre and millie are cute asf eating these pancakes together
SIDIsquish: <3
feargeyt6774: <3
Conzercheez: <3
xx_E-G-O_xx: <3
SOUPBEGONE31: yeah yeah theyre cute ig
Conzercheez: mf ruined the heart chain
SIDIsquish: KILL HIM
SOUPBEGONE31: WHAT]
AndreW2002> took my time
Assimilation seemed to perk up at his reply, which only made him shrug his shoulders. He knows that he was not usually one for taking his time, but today was special, so he felt like he just needed to slow down for once in his life. He wanted this day to go as perfectly as possible, make sure that nothing would ruin his confession, which would happen later on, near evening, when the rain would look the most beautiful. Speed was not in his best interest for the time being; taking it slow would be better overall.
“You… took your time, Andre? That is interesting to hear,” the other admits, eye widened with shock. “Is there a special reason for this?”
AndreW2002> Val day
“Why slow down for this one holiday, Andre?” They seemingly pushed, eager to know more. Andre couldn’t have them figuring it out just yet, he needed to work up to it slowly. “As I am aware, this holiday is meant for couples.”
AndreW2002> who says 2 friends cant celebrate
It had pained him to refer to him and Assimilation as just “friends.” He wanted to be something more desperately, but it was far too early for that. For now, he would just remain friends with the other until the time would come for him to give his love, and also hope that the other would not reject him. He had become a lot softer and slower than he would've thought if it were not for Assimilation taking him through a delicate process of getting to understand and become sentient. He loves him for that, he loves for being so caring and gentle, he loves him for always being there, he loves him for him. Love was a strong word and he knows that. Love was what he felt for the other, he wanted to love him for as long as he could be alive.
“You see us as friends?”
He nods, ignoring the painful feeling again. Seeing the happy expression Assimilation makes quiets all the pain, though. He wants to see him happy more often, it’s a wonderful sight to his eyes, and to chat. For now, he will keep referring to him and the other as friends if it’ll keep him happy and unaware.
After both of them take their sweet time, they finally finish up breakfast to which Assimilation says he’ll wash the dishes. Andre stays close by, wanting to soak up the other’s presence for a little longer before going to Collin to give him a gift. He sneaks in a hug.
“You are quite clingy today, Andre,” comments Assimilation, amused almost. Andre ignores it and shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders. He plays with their hair a little longer before letting go, just wanting to braid it a little bit. He likes feeling their hair within his hands, carefully braiding it whenever he was allowed to, it felt intimate to him.
AndreW2002> warm
“Warm? What do you mean by that, Andre?” It asked, turning back to him, and he doesn’t reply to that. He probably should, but he doesn’t feel the need to, and he’s almost certain the other can tell what he’s thinking anyway.
“Oh, I see, Andre…” it mumbled, humming almost. It left their small kitchen of their house to head into their bedroom, beckoning him to follow it. He immediately followed behind and got the idea.
Though he was sure that Assimilation had seen them both as friends, he was a bit skeptical himself at times. They had cuddled a lot, touch was something Andre liked receiving, and something Assimilation loved giving. He never told the other that he liked their touch a lot, but he instead had quietly appreciated it; now he assumes the other had been aware all this time. He slips into their arms whenever the other offers it, and it should’ve been more obvious to him before, but he doesn’t mind it now. He eagerly went into their arms and sighed, content as he could ever be.
He laid his head against their chest, near their beating heart. It was always calming to hear their beat, thump; the sound of it always soothed him. To him, it was a reminder that Assimilation was alive and real, that they always were there physically. It was always comforting to feel and touch them, even if he wasn’t the most touchy person himself.
[SIDIsquish: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
SOUPBEGONE31: and there goes sidi
xx_E-G-O_xx: can you really blame them though lol?
SOUPBEGONE31: unfortunately no
SOUPBEGONE31: its nice being close to assimi like this ugh
Conzercheez: remembering when it only used to be sidi fawning over assim
Conzercheez: now all of us love him lol
SIDIsquish: his heartBEAT AUSUHFK DJ SDOJMDKKdjjdjf
feargeyt6774: cute]
Andre could feel himself getting tired internally, he doesn’t really need sleep—apart from having to “sleep” during some checkups on his innerads—but it was something he enjoyed. Sleeping was especially the best with Assimilation, his heartbeat would always make him calm enough to fall asleep to it.
AndreW2002> sleepy
AndreW2002> wake me b4 noon?
“Of course, Andre, as you wish,” Assimilation said before he began to purr, soothing Andre even further. The purring he could do was also something that he loved about him, it was adorable to feel the vibrations come off the other as he was lulled to sleep.
What was two hours later, he was woken up gently by the other, feeling his claws in his hair. He nuzzled up into the touch, sighing as he fully awoke to realize just what he had been doing, his body heating up, praying the other would not notice his skin being warmer. It was hard not to nuzzle up into such a touch that warmed his insides wonderfully, a touch that had made him feel loved and alive.
AndreW2002> time?
“It is almost noon, Andre, just as you asked.”
He smiled at that. It was such a small thing, yet it had meant so much to him that the other was willing to wake up before it was officially noon as he asked. Each and every little thing made him fall deeper into his love for Assimilation. At first, it had taken a while for all of his thoughts to finally love the other, but he supposes that deep within, he had always had some sort of deeper feelings attached to him. It had almost been love at first fight, with them beating each other over and over again until Andre had finally “killed” him in the end. But after finally gaining sentience, the smaller things Assimilation did made him fall even harder.
He gets up from his grasp, tail swooshing to the side as he did so–he had no control over it, really, it would do as it pleased–while grabbing one of the other’s claws to pull him up gently. Both of their fingers being intertwined meant a lot to him, thus making his tail wag around even more, which would only embarrass him if Assimilation were to connect the two dots. He didn’t like his tail in situations like these, where it would subtly express his deep emotions within that he did not always express on his face. Though for now, if he did not pick up on his tail, he would gladly have it swoosh so that it would have some freedom of its own.
He had a gift for Collin that he would need to focus on for now. Collin had helped them a lot when he didn’t have to–and rightfully so when Andre had stolen his stuff within the first thirty seconds of their first interaction–and he liked to say that he had become great friends with the guy, so he wanted to give a little something to him on Valentine’s. It was a small bag of cookies that he had made the night prior, the flavor of them being Collin’s favorite, as he wanted to show him that their friendship meant something to him.
“What is that for, Andre?” asked Assimilation, slightly confused, but would go along with whatever Andre would do.
AndreW2002> 4 collin
AndreW2002> 2 show hes a good friend
“...I see…” replied the other, and Andre couldn’t help but wonder why he responded like that, as he never really done so for quite a while. He would’ve asked, but had decided not to, as he didn’t want to make things awkward on such a day like this
He would grab his poncho once more–despite being all good now, he still liked to use it just in case–and walked out the door with Assimilation. It was raining, though it was to be expected, but it had seemed like a light drizzle instead of a usual storm, as it would normally be in this world. Clutching the bag of cookies closely to him, he ran, feeling the rain hit some parts of his exposed skin that wasn’t able to be fully covered by the poncho he was wearing. He would honestly hate for his gift to be ruined by the rain–even if it was just a drizzle and the gift was cookies in a bag. He hears Assimilation teleport away, and he sped up, eager to see if he could get to Collin’s house as soon as the other would arrive via their weird entity magic that he had.
[SOUPBEGONE31: RUNRUNRUNRUNRURUN
SOUPBEGONE31: GO FASTER
SIDIsquish: dont have to go fast ngl
SOUPBEGONE31: ive been slow this whole day lemme have just ONE thing
xx_E-G-O_xx: also wouldnt be too bad cause of the rain
Conzercheez: its hardly raining
feargeyt6774: it could turn into a storm at any moment
feargeyt6774: and water could get inside andre and damage him
feargeyt6774: what would happen to us?]
The possibility of getting damaged once more due to the rain had scared him, even if he knew that he would be realistically fine. It was horrible to have to deal with a fear like this sometimes because it made his day-to-day life harder in a world where it would constantly rain, besides from the rare times that Collin would actually leave it to go off-server and come back.
[Conzercheez: dont worry bro
Conzercheez: we should be fine now
SIDIsquish: plus andre has gotten way too many times from the rain now
SIDIsquish: it would be like every other time if he got damaged now lol
SOUPBEGONE31: and assimi already beat us bruh
xx_E-G-O_xx: i mean
xx_E-G-O_xx: it can teleport
SIDIsquish: sigh i wish it would teleport andre too
SIDIsquish: :(
Conzercheez: fanthey]
“That was surprisingly quicker than normal, Andre,” Assimilation decided to say after spotting him, to which he felt his insides become warm again. He stopped right next to them as he usually would, he wouldn’t just leave off the other for no reason; except for that one time. “Much quicker, you are getting faster each day, Andre.”
[SOUPBEGONE31: holy shittttttt
SIDIsquish: and bro fell immediately
SOUPBEGONE31: bro shut the fuck up]
He knocks on the door, waiting for an answer as he lets his thoughts go at each other’s throats once more. It didn’t take long, but within a minute, the door had opened to reveal a disheveled Collin who had seemed to just woken up by the knocking.
“Yo, dude, fucking woke me up…” he groaned, rubbing his face as he threw his head slightly back. His raincoat was not fitted on, but it made sense, and Collin sighed heavily, “What do you guys want?”
Andre held out his gift in his hands, waiting for him to take it.
AndreW2002> gift 4 u
AndreW2002> cookies
“Oh shit, thanks, man,” Collin beamed at the sight of cookies, instantly recognizing his favorite flavor. His once tired mood had now seemed alive as his poor posture suddenly straightened, and tired eyes shot up, “I didn’t get you guys anything, sorry.”
Andre only then shrugged, giving a soft smile, “No biggie, we bros, right?” He asked lamely as he held out his hand for a fistbump, which did get one in return. It had hurt to speak a bit since he wasn’t used to speaking at all, but for this, he would. It had taken Assimilation by surprise as he could see out of peripheral vision, but he gave a slight smile to it, too.
“We bros,” Collin chuckled, who then offered for the both of them to come in, which Andre had declined.
While it would be nice to spend some more time with the other, he would hold off on it for now as he had other priorities to focus on. He waved goodbye, beaming with a softer yet brighter smile as he readjusted the poncho on him to fit more appropriately. The rain provided some nice sounds to listen to on the walk back as he took one of Assimilation’s claws into one of his hands, intertwining their fingers again. He didn’t want to rush back, but rather spend the time gazing around the world as they walked. The scenery was beautiful in its own way, which he has learned to appreciate quite a lot, considering there had been previous worlds he sped through that made the one he resided in look like a joke.
The rain had become heavy, perfect for later.
He and the other finally made it back home, to which he immediately suggested they start baking cookies for themselves. This was in his plan; he carefully curated some of the things he would do with Assimilation today as he wanted it to seem cheesy, yet romantic at the same time. To his delight, the other agreed, which made him bubbly once more as the two began to then work on the batter. They had their own separate bowls, different flavors, but it would all end up in the same oven, no matter how differently their cookies would be. He was making more cookies for the other; in reality, he knew what its favorite cookie flavor was, how it liked it baked, and how sweet it was.
They had fallen into an easy rhythm working alongside each other, the rain providing some necessary sounds to make the moment feel more alive. Andre was stirring his batter while Assimilation had already put its cookies into the oven, surprising the speedrunner of the two with how fast it went with these cookies. He doesn’t comment on it as he still wanted these to be perfect as they could be before finally being popped in to bake at a certain temperature.
[SOUPBEGONE31: WTF
SIDIsquish: lets just ignore how fast millie was and focus on these cookies ! ! !
SOUPBEGONE31: andre is supposed to be the fast one tho wtf
xx_E-G-O_xx: yeah wtf
Conzercheez: cookies
SIDIsquish: see conzer gets it
xx_E-G-O_xx: yea yeah cookies
SIDIsquish: gotta be perfect too!!11!!!1]
After around three hours, they were both enjoying some homemade cookies as they cuddled again. It was almost evening, but Andre was content for now as his tail locked around by Assimilation’s own tail. This was more intimate than he had hoped for, which had filled him with joy as he softly munched on a cookie that tasted like heaven in his world. Though, as time went on, he had to remind himself that he was very much planning for this moment, a moment that had to be perfect so it could be engraved into his memories forever, stuck as a timeloop.
“Millie,” he doesn’t often call it by that nickname specifically, but he knows that it knows that he was going to ask a serious question. “Would you like to dance in the rain with me?”
“Of course, I would, Andre,” its reply had almost come instantly, which only gave him more joy.
And again, he puts his poncho on. The rain wasn’t too light, nor was it too heavy; for once, it was perfect. The evening glow came from the window as he made sure that he would not get too wet, heading out while holding its claw again–to feel its warmth one more time before he would let go.
Assimilation didn’t allow that.
“Why not dance together, Andre? To dance as one?”
He could feel himself fall deeper and deeper into a pot of feelings that were bubbling within said pot. He nods, not trusting himself to speak as he lets himself be dragged into the sunlight, with a claw on his waist while being pulled in, and the rain dripping down his bangs as he takes in a small breath for himself. It would all start and end here.
It goes slow, the dance that is, and it’s perfect. There’s a glow on them both as they sway side to side, hips almost touching, and Andre could smell him. He had smelled the same as usual, but today his scent filled his senses, and he didn’t want it any other way as he let him guide them along in their dance. He could feel his warm touch, feel it against his cold skin as he felt himself being twirled around gently, not to be thrown around. The soft, wet ground was not a bother in the slightest, as it did not hinder them from dancing.
There was no music, but in such an intimate moment, there was no need for it. The sounds of their breathing was music enough to the both of them. Breaths syncing with each other as eyes never tore away from each other, focused on the other, to bask in their beauty. The sunlight made them shine like gold as they swayed, always together. Not once did their hands separate; they were always locked. This moment didn’t need to be quick, it just needed to be slow and perfect. Though it was slightly hard to dance due to their height difference, it was made up for with Andre getting on the tip of his toes, letting himself be moved with gentle care.
[SIDIsquish: highkey wanna kiss him
SOUPBEGONE31: yeah get it over with
xx_E-G-O_xx: patience you two jeez !!!
xx_E-G-O_xx: but yeah they need to hurry up oml
Conzercheez: let it play out
SIDIsquish: fineeeeee]
He wants to so very badly kiss them, feel their skin on his lips as they would slow their dance to a soft stopping point in the process, but he wouldn’t, he couldn’t be too selfish after all. He would, however, let himself lean into their touch, the one they would so graciously provide after breaking their hands away to then cup his face with it. It was warm, perfect. He feels his cheek against their skin, basking in it, letting himself be taken care of in this dance that he had first suggested. To kiss their cheeks would be an honor, but he needs to calm, and remind himself that he has not asked them to be his lover, even if he feels the burning desire to.
Touch was sensitive to him now. He would be blushing if he could, since Assimilation was treating him as if he were made out of porcelain, something fragile, to be treated with care and gentleness. He feels special, loved, adored, and he wants to voice all of these out loud, but doesn’t, so he sways along, the rain never stopping. Dancing as one was more than he ever could’ve asked for.
Andre moved his hand up to his neck, fingers softly resting against it as he looked at the exposed skin. Oh, how he wants to kiss that empty canvas, fill it with love as he would dance along. The touch alone made him dizzy, and he wants more of it so selfishly. He wants to give and take as much as he could; nobody else, other than Assimilation, had truly understood just what he was like, and he fell hard. He’s not the best with words, but love is what he feels so strongly right now, he loves them so much, so hard, and he wants his love back.
“Andre, do you feel it?” Assimilation asks so softly with just words, and Andre wants to melt into a puddle of metal and sink away.
The need for love?
The feelings that lie thick within the air?
The unspoken words that wish to be said?
Oh, he feels it all right.
With a nod, he gasps as the other lowers their head to have their face be close to his. It’s like he can see every unsaid thought within their eye, and he wants to spill it open immediately, just to see what thoughts were begging to be said. He can himself heat up within, his inner fan turn on to accommodate for said heat. He can’t help but love Assimilation even more when he’s being trusted to be this close to their most vulnerable part of their face.
“Then, Andre, would it be alright for you to kiss me?”
[SIDIsquish: YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES
SOUPBEGONE31: FINALLY
xx_E-G-O_xx: time for gay shit omg
Conzercheez: andre dont fuck this up pls omg]
He nods a little too quickly for his own liking, but the worry is torn up and thrown away when he’s allowed to kiss it on the cheek. Small fireworks go off within him, the joy of being allowed such a pleasure excited him to no end. He wants to kiss their cheek as much as he can before he’s no longer allowed to do so. His hand moved up to cup their face, to hold it as if it were a delicate relic, and kissed both of their cheeks, not quickly, not harshly, but as gently as he could. He’s been given the chance to love them, and he wants to do it properly.
He shivers when he feels a finger underneath his jaw, tilting it up so he stares directly into their eye now, no words being said. Words had no meaning now, only action did, as Assimilation nuzzled their forehead against his, their way of being able to kiss back, to show that they loved him just as much. He wishes he could cry, cry tears of joy as he’s being held as if he were a god that needed all the devotion in the world, he’s being cared for in such a way that it makes him feel genuinely breathless, unalive for a moment. The intimacy is too much for him, yet within him, he burns for more; he feels the need to have more, to soak up each little touch he was being given as if he were dehydrated and needed water to live–the touch being said water. He places yet another kiss on their cheek before allowing himself to be held closely once more, to be adored. It’s still, their movement, they don’t move for a bit, but they allow for the water to make its way down on their cloaks and skin, to let them feel alive in the moment of weakness they’re both showing to each other as an act of love.
Before Andre knows it, they're dancing again. It’s faster than before, their movements synchronized as they let the rain dampen their hair to make them look like wet cats that were out in the rain for far too long. They’re pressed up against each other, bodies touching, like two halves finally coming to be a whole as they sway faster, feet moving. They’re working not as separates, but as one to move and be alive while the rain covers them, shielding them from any unknown eyes that dared to watch–since Collin’s world had many of them. They had each other, and that’s all they ever needed right now, each other to dance along with, to fall along with, to be with, and it was just what they needed. For love like this was something indescribable to them both. While the concept existed, it could never be put into true words until now, as they ignored their wet surroundings to keep on swaying around in the wet rain that would not become a storm just for them alone.
The wet grass began to become muddy, but a little mud would hurt nobody as they danced around it. Andre for sure would track in it in their house, but for now, that didn’t matter to present Andre, the one who was happily dancing along to the very light of his life. In a moment of darkness and unknowing, Assimilation came in, albeit it was in the dark itself until it broke free from the chains that bore it down, and it dragged him along with it. It didn’t have to, but it did so anyway, so in a way, it had become the light that he needed to also come to the realization that he, too, was chained down in the ever-consuming darkness.
His hood had fallen off, the rain completely drenching his hair, but he didn’t care, and never would. All he needed to care about was the entity before him, staring at him with such love that even he feels greedy for wanting more of it. The wind blew in their hair, swaying it with them as they both hummed, making their own music instead of only letting nature take care of it for them. He wants it to continue forever, to be in a continuous dance that would forever change his life, make him see all the unsaid emotions that he himself had also felt, but had never spoken about.
“Be mine?” He asks, voice coming softly as he tilts his head ever so slightly, almost like a puppy. He feels pathetic to ask, but he’ll do it anyway. “You have my heart.”
“Then so be it, Andre.”
Time had long passed, but they were still dancing under the moonlight when Assimilation had said that. The glow of the moon illuminated them as they held each other and had Andre kiss Assimilation’s cheek once more. Forever bound to one another.