Daya felt how still he was. “Mal.. Relax, this is called cuddling. “ she said softly “you're doing perfectly fine. In fact, this is more comfortable than lying down in this bed.” she remarked
Daya looked at him. Her eyes had softened quite a bit “ I fully trust you.. I promise I'm not going to object to anything unless it causes severe pain.” she said with a chuckle “even your stiff cuddles are well appreciated.” (merry Christmas!)
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(Merry Christmas!)
Malcolm snorted, shaking his head.
“I have not done anything like this in years. And, the last time I did do this, I can only recall pieces. I am not made for this anymore,”he replied.
He rose an eyebrow at her.
“I don’t know how you can trust me. And, this ‘cuddling’ is the farthest I’ve gone with anyone since I nearly died,”he mentioned.
“Trust me, I believe you are made for this.” she whispered, intertwining their fingers. It was like a small shock coursed through daya’s veins whenever she touched malcolm.
“And this is as far as it hsd to go, im not going to push ypu any further”
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Malcolm froze again when Daya entwined their hands. Part of him wanted nothing more than to walk away, but the other part wanted to curl up with Daya and never let her go. The internal conflict left him practically immobilized.
“I… I really am not,”he said, his voice quivering for the first time in decades.
Daya looked up at Malcolm, a worried look in her eyes “ are you even okay with this, because I can stop, I just figured it would help calm you..”
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Malcolm sighed.
“I am not used to this, Daya. Any of it. I barely remember anything that has to do with being affectionate. The heartless bastard that I am is all I really know how to be,”he said quietly.
He loosened his hold on her, but otherwise didn’t move away just yet.
Daya nodded “you're not heartless, or I wouldn't be here right now.” she said softly
“And even the cold can be warmed,”
(boof?)
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(Sorry!)
“I am heartless, and you have, for some strange reason, because an obsession of mine. That’s why you’re here. Though, if I ever see your bastard brother again, I’m going to shoot him until he’s a fucking pulp,”Malcolm mentioned with a snort.
He didn’t respond to her second comment. He wasn’t even sure how to respond. After all, heat always rose, while cold sank. And, it would take a lot of heat to make his frozen ass heart rise up off the floor.
Days laughed softly “but yet I can make the heat rise in your face,” she taunted, cuddling closer to Malcolm
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“What?”he burst.
When did his face start heating up? Was it when he mentioned that he was obsessed with her? Or… Wait a minute… Or, was she messing with him?
Malcolm sighed and shook his head. He didn’t know for sure, but he was probably a little flushed now from the surprise.
He then, without even realizing it, gently tightened his hold on her, cradling Daya against him.
Daya smiled softly at his hold, yawning softly before closing her eyes and letting her body relax against him
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(Happy New Year!)
Malcolm was too lost in thought to notice Daya’s actions until she practically melted into him. He glanced down at her, unsure what to do. But, after a moment of internal debate, he decided to just keep holding onto her. She was comfortable, and… he was, surprisingly, content.
Daya was sleeping before too long. Her nurse came back in to administer a drug of sorts to her IV
Daya winced slightly before returning to her restful sleep
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(Sorry for taking so long to reply)
Malcolm watched the nurse like a hawk, but otherwise didn’t move. When the nurse left, he relaxed again. The peacefulness of Daya in his arms was… new, and nice.
Daya nestled closer to Malcom (wdwd?)
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(What? Confused look)
(what do we do now?)
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(We could timeskip to when she wakes. Or even when she gets better)
(sure, let's do the day she comes home.)
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Malcolm breathed a quiet sigh of relief as he unlocked the door to his jewelry store. He walked inside, holding the door open for Daya. It was odd doing that, since he typically would’ve slammed the door in another’s face as he walked in. But, Daya was different. Somehow…
"thank you," she said softly, immediately grabbing a broom and sweeping to help get the shop back open.
She felt horrible for letting Malcolm stay with her at the hospital
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“Mhm.”
Malcolm noticed her immediately go to the broom, his eyebrow raising momentarily. But, he decided to just leave her be and headed into the back to check on everything.
As far as he could tell, none of the jewelry had been disturbed, and the bots were relaxed and happy to see him. That was good, very good.
Daya made a happy laugh, sounding kinda like a soft yell. The robot that had been assigned to protect her " hi guys!" She said happily
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(Hey, I know it’s been a while since I’ve said anything, and I apologize for that. But, I think I’m just going to drop this one. I’ve been stuck on it for a while and my brain just isn’t cooperating with me)
(it's perfectly alright! Would you like to start something new? Set your heart to it's desire because I'm ready to try something new!)
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(Uncertain shrug. I’m slowly coming out of a hellacious bout of Writer’s Block, so I don’t know at the moment. That, and I honestly have no ideas for what we would do, lol)
(what about fantacy? Or maybe cyberpunk?)
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(Uncertain shrug. More likely fantasy. Malcolm is basically the only sci-fi character I have, and I don’t know how to include him in a cyberpunk setting, since he’s based more in a… medium-tech? setting [In other words, slightly more advanced than modern day, but not futuristic high-tech]. But genre isn’t the only issue. It’s characters and plot too. My mind is completely blank on ideas)
(hmm. Give me a bit and I might spark a plot for yah)
