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[ someone's up and awake again. Not so tired sounding, though. This time, she's remembered to go and eat before she reaches out to the rest of the hive. ]

( Is anyone in the Bearings that can give me an update on what I've... missed? As much detail as possible.

If it were safer, I might suggest we start keeping more accessible records for these... interludes. )

[ She's not fond of this not knowing everything all the time ever. Which on the note of: she sighs, little echoing tumbling thought that is edged with frustration. ]

( And... does anyone what kind of tricks lions should do? Are they meant to be predators? Are they meant to be tamed?

.... Actually, does anyone know what a lion is? I'm starting to realise I don't know very much about animals if they aren't trying to eat you. Which isn't particularly useful, right now. )

[ ... and for anyone looking for Angel, she will be with a strew of mechanical parts around her that is half in her room, half in the corridor for her shiny new, tackely bright gold performing robotic lion. ]

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[ Ilde kisses her, as the memory washes over her through the contact, and - it's good, she thinks, because she finds herself always hungry when Ilde kisses her. Finds herself following after the taste of sweet things that she can taste on her.

One, after another, after another. Pushes herself up to follow after her and keep kissing her eagerly. Hands leaving dirty marks all over her sheets as she gets herself at the right angle to just - stay there in Ilde's memory and with her lips on hers.

It's only after she pulls away a little, pink in the face and breathing a little quickly - ] Sorry. I like sweet things. [ Which, smooth, Angel, and she ducks her head giggling. Yeah, nailed it. ]

[ She flushes deeply, literal hand marks up the bedsheets and onto the edges of her white dress. It's not the mess, it's the physical mark of Angel's desire. Ilde has her own, and that sense of lust is still new and overwhelming at times, overstimulating. She can't even think for a moment, and then when she can she doesn't know if she has any words. What a dangerous business, this loss of composure.

She reaches up, flustered, and smooths out her hair. ]

There... there is some in the kitchen. No cooking, grab it when you're hungry.

[ Although her subtle jab at Angel's lack of care for herself is weak, fluttery. ]

[ She leans in close, because - she likes it when Ilde is flustered so, makes her feel better for how easily she is when Ilde touches her. ( when will her skin not prickle so at the gentle brushes up her body? ) ]

Why? I like it much better this way.

[ She ducks her head, like she's worried she'll get a whap on the nose for it, but for all that, she settles her head in Ilde's lap. Content and safe, glad to be awake. ] I like how it tastes this way much better.

Well. I.

[ What does she even say to that. It isn't as though she's going to deny Angel anything she wants. ]

I'm... I'm glad.

[ To kiss, to play, to explore. Her fingers settle against Angel's shaved scalp, stroking behind her ear, thumb massaging the ridge of bone there. With a little pressure it is particularly calming, as it loosens tension all through the skull. ]

I have... been practicing different ways to share memories and sensations.

[ For more serious purposes than kissing Angel, but the point still applies. ]

[ She's content, shockingly so. Her head settles against Ilde's thighs, hair sprawling out in inky tendrils. Sprawled and comfortable against her and - there's an audible sigh where her fingers find the point in her skull. Because... it's not a secret how much goes in her head, always churning, always pounding. The metal plates grate. Always in need of tune-ups, and the movement of the weather makes her head ache.

But Ilde's fingers ... relieve it. A shudder in her goes still, tamed animal in her lap. She has been awake for a little while, but she never really knows how to let go. But this - this she prickles and then the tension sinks out of her utterly. Makes her eyes close.

Takes her a second to respond. ]

I can tell. What else were you trying to share?

[ There is an ultimate goal: to inflict Dreus on all the other hosts so that they will understand why she views the way she does. But, that is a distant desire, something she would never attempt while they were in the middle of a mission. ]

One of the new hosts, Mara, has been training me. We sometimes try to sync physical movements with my powers.

[ Let her tell you how cool Mara is okay. ]

She is a very strong-willed woman, but warm. Not like Lexa or Parker.

[ Both of whom she hates. ]

[ She hums, softly, in contemplation as she does, and it's definitely, tricky when Ilde's got fingers on her skin. Turns her all sluggish and like she'd been told about her lion: lazy and full. ]

Like I do with Ren?

[ A sore spot in her ribs, still. ]

Does she have more patience? [ her own private jab, back. She never minded Lexa, not really, an ache of who she wants to be, but Parker -

Well. There's a dead man, and she considers it still to be Parker's fault, and her name spikes a simmer of agitation that she quickly suppresses. ]

[ Kylo motherfucking Ren. Ilde bristles, a flurry of emotions that encapsulate some miasma between anger and jealousy. Does not like the idea that Kylo Ren thinks he can mold her friend. They simmer together for a moment, but ultimately...

The soft bristle of shaved hair under her fingertips draws her back, continuing to massage the slow crescent behind Angel's ear. ]

In her way. She has lessons I am interested beyond the physical. She is very knowledgeable in this work of spying and pretending.

[ A thoughtful pause, wondering how to explain in words what she felt in Mara, and not wanting to turn towards the mental link lest she over-share something that was not hers to discuss. ]

There is a voice in her thoughts, like I have. [ The voice that haunted, that commanded, that controlled. ] An isolation, like we know.

[ She makes no mention of the ire she feels, this close it's impossible to not feel. Ren is... a means to an goal. She knows how to be around him, and he can stomach her power. That's as much as she needs to care, for the time being.

( There wasn't a question, between Ilde and Ren, not really ). ]

I think I talked to her. [ peaks, when Ilde mentions it. ] She told me I should try and work out how to set my lion on others.

[ she giggles, then sobers, though. ] She didn't understand about the vault hunters, though...

[ Her vault hunters, is the implication. They are precious to her, and the tone is fondness - and the contrast is there. She is never precious about anything from her home. ]

There may always be facets of our worlds the others cannot understand.

[ Not that this answer satisfied Ilde, else she wouldn't be practicing manifesting a Godking with her mind. There are some things she needs the other hosts to understand about her life. ]

But I admire her. [ A pause. ] Like no one else.

[ A role model is novel to her. ]

It's for the best that they don't, probably.

[ Which will be enough for Angel, really. She has taken up her new life here willingly, some confusion about different terms is - to be expected. ]

I'm glad, she seems easy to admire.

[ She reserves her own words for now, until she knows her a bit better. ]

There are similarities, and differences, like us. I feel like perhaps I have something to offer her, as much as she has to offer me.

[ And that's a good feeling. To not feel helpless, worthless, in the relationship. The mutuality is novel compared to the dominations of the Godking. ]

[ She looks up briefly, head tilting up, smiling into it and the good feeling. ] You have so much to offer, Ilde, if others don't see it...

[ she shrugs, it's useful to be underestimated, regardless. Their stupidity could be their undoing.

She disentangles then, a small noise like this is the hardest thing she's done, where she pulls herself away to sit up right. Now that she's mussed up Ilde's nice clean clothes, she looks back to her robot with a sigh. ] Probably should get back to work, huh?

[ A small flush, she hadn't meant it quite like that, but-- well. She wouldn't have said it that way if there wasn't a little piece that rung true. ]

Yes, please, I was enjoying watching you.

[ There is something to that - to being watched. She finds it so strange, so novel, and most of the time it makes her recoil from other people. The intimacy of being watched.

But Ilde... well, she was different. ]

Well, in that case... [ feels the colour in her cheek, the way her head ducks and her neck curves with the gesture. Jack never stayed to watch her, Jack never wanted to know what she was capable of, outside of what made him more powerful. That was always a snap of - Angel, Daddy's working! Don't waste my time! ]

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