Appetence

Archive Log: 10

The peaceful quiet of the large white room was split by the languidly played piano music; David sat at the sleek instrument in the room, overshadowed by the marble replica of David, he side eyed it sceptically before returning back to the music he was playing. Hitting a wrong note made the whole piece go off key, wonky sounding even as he frowned suddenly down at the keys. His fingers paused, he didn't necessarily need to look down at the keys to know where they were and what they were. The fact that his finger slipped was because from around the large statue, back near the door, a little face was peeking around it at him.

David didn't get distracted, or put off, but having Minerva suddenly looking tentatively his way certainly did that. He turned on the piano stool and stood slowly, he straightened his trousers and shirt out from where he had been sitting for the last hour or so. Tucking his hands behind his back, he looked at her as she slowly moved into the room. He was surprised, more over seeing her without Weyland in tow. Honestly, considering whatever that man was possibly doing or had done to the synthetic approaching him, David was surprised that he had let her out of his sight. Maybe he didn't know she had gone? David frowned at that, he doubted that highly. So, he let her free rein again, clearly happy with whatever he had accomplished.

She paused beside the statue before she suddenly bolted. David pulled his arms from around his back as she suddenly flew at him. The white dress which she had on billowed out behind her as she sailed through the air and to him. Her arms circled his waist tightly as she squeezed on and buried her face against his chest. David stood dumbstruck. It wasn't so much the action of affection, he had relative knowledge over the actions of showing care; but rather it was the fact that she was showing signs towards him. As yet, they had never had closeness like this. They'd sit close together, be with each other, but never once did they overstep that boundary. It was like some sort of invisible line, one which neither wanted to cross. Not that it would blur a line or anything. But care and affection is usually shown and given to those who are exceptionally thought fondly of.

David liked Minerva, and that was about the end of it. He liked her. He thought she was a curious little synthetic, someone who he had relative stuff in common with and could contently talk to about anything and everything. He liked hearing what she had to say, and he deliberated any argumentative things she sent his way. They squabbled, slightly pathetically, which showed really, that neither could be wholly bothered with the action. Not once, ever, did affectionate things appear. Minerva had now crossed that line. She nestled close, holding on as he slowly, eventually, raised his arms up and circled them around her. He cupped the back of her head with one hand, while the other rested against her back. He even leaned his head down on top of hers and shut his eyes. This was a new experience, one which wasn't totally disliked, or uncomfortable. In fact, it was perhaps the most comfort David had ever felt in his life so far.

"Thank you for staying with me, David." She whispered and nuzzled her head under his before leaning back and looking up at him. She kept holding onto him though, she furrowed her eyebrows slightly and looked him over before sighing.

"What did he do?" David asked lowly, the look she just sent his way was one of looking lost for a moment before realising where she was, and who she was with.

"I...I have memories, David." Minerva explained awkwardly, David frowned. His arms slipped from her, he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back. She gripped onto him, seemingly refusing to budge. "They're the real Minerva's. I remember everything, David."

He pushed her back, maybe a little forcefully as she stumbled. She caught her balance back fine enough though. She looked hurt, not understanding why he would act so suddenly and harshly. David shook his head, looking her up and down with dark eyes. "You are not her."