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Almost Human: "Almost" (John/Dorian) (English)
Title: "Almost"
Author:
dunderklumpen
Recipient: Little ficlet I wrote for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Fandom: Almost Human
Pairing: John/Dorian
Rating: PG (slash if you squint:)
Word Count: 285 words
Summary: John muses about Dorian.
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vix_spes (because I'm no native speaker and she was a sweetheart and looked it over)
He's not human. That's for sure. John's eyes wander around the bar, watching the synthetic waitress who’s collecting the orders and the pleasure bot trying to score a client for tonight in the dark corner behind the billiard table. Dorian is not human but he's not synthetic either. Not like them.
He's almost human. That's it: Almost.
John takes a sip of his whisky; something that almost gives him a headache on the best of days. He doesn't know what to do with him. He can't have a bot as his partner. He detests them. They're soulless creatures, void of all feelings. Mindless brains who follow orders to a tee.
But that's not Dorian.
He empties his glass silently. The first thing Dorian did was refuse orders. John smiles. It's almost a grin, tugging at the corners of his lips. Sometimes he forgets that Dorian is a bot. In those thankful moments of oblivion he's just his partner.
John waves at the waitress and she understands. The second whisky is there in no time and he admires her quickness - accuracy of a bot. If it brings him his whisky quicker...
He shrugs and absentmindedly rubs his thigh - exactly at the point where his own leg ends and the synthetic one begins. It's a traitorous gesture displaying his thoughts for the one who can read them.
He doesn't know what he should think about Dorian. He's almost sure he likes him. And that's a surprise.
He gulps down the golden liquid in one go. Almost seems to be the word of the day. An almost human partner he almost likes.
He sighs and rubs his temples. He feels a fucking headache coming!
Author:
dunderklumpenRecipient: Little ficlet I wrote for
unbidden_truth's stocking @ fandom_stockingFandom: Almost Human
Pairing: John/Dorian
Rating: PG (slash if you squint:)
Word Count: 285 words
Summary: John muses about Dorian.
Beta:
vix_spes (because I'm no native speaker and she was a sweetheart and looked it over)"Almost"
He's not human. That's for sure. John's eyes wander around the bar, watching the synthetic waitress who’s collecting the orders and the pleasure bot trying to score a client for tonight in the dark corner behind the billiard table. Dorian is not human but he's not synthetic either. Not like them.
He's almost human. That's it: Almost.
John takes a sip of his whisky; something that almost gives him a headache on the best of days. He doesn't know what to do with him. He can't have a bot as his partner. He detests them. They're soulless creatures, void of all feelings. Mindless brains who follow orders to a tee.
But that's not Dorian.
He empties his glass silently. The first thing Dorian did was refuse orders. John smiles. It's almost a grin, tugging at the corners of his lips. Sometimes he forgets that Dorian is a bot. In those thankful moments of oblivion he's just his partner.
John waves at the waitress and she understands. The second whisky is there in no time and he admires her quickness - accuracy of a bot. If it brings him his whisky quicker...
He shrugs and absentmindedly rubs his thigh - exactly at the point where his own leg ends and the synthetic one begins. It's a traitorous gesture displaying his thoughts for the one who can read them.
He doesn't know what he should think about Dorian. He's almost sure he likes him. And that's a surprise.
He gulps down the golden liquid in one go. Almost seems to be the word of the day. An almost human partner he almost likes.
He sighs and rubs his temples. He feels a fucking headache coming!
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