Emotive could barely breathe!
He had thought this far ahead? Of course he had! Fuck! He had thought this far ahead the moment he woke them. Every piece of them, chosen. Every one of them, a part he had already fitted into a machine he had already designed. The Cradle to become the bones of a new existence; the Crown to remember the old one; the Orator to speak it into being; and her, to make it feel real.
She had built her entire Everything around wanting to be useful to him.
And he had already decided, long before she asked, exactly how she would be.
It was the most intimate thing anyone had ever done for her!
Emotive lowered her head, slowly, until her hair spilled forward over her face like a curtain of every color at once.
"I'm with you," she said softly. "I always have been. You didn't need to ask."
She lifted her eyes to him, and a small, knowing smile touched her lips.
"Though I do so love that you did."
