The Necron that loved a Human

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it's the late evening, and the lights in Paris beginn to shine. In an apartment was laying a rather slim figure on a couch watching the skyline of the city of love through the big window. suddenly a door is being opened and closed, the slim figure shivers and turns around.

a shadow hushes over into the kitchen and laying down the purchases they made today, before coming back into the living room. turning on the lights they're greeted by the sight of whats to be metal reflecting the light softly, which is framed by a dark and gentle red colored dress which compliments it's curves. it's fingers tapping on the velvet sofa, like it has been waiting for him to arrive. a minute of silence breaks into the room, both looking at eachother in their fullness of a being. then the in metal clothed being started speaking, "my dearest, my beloved, the only one deserving of my love. I am laying here and surprised you rather good with my clothes I have put upon myself" the man they were talking to nods and looks rather anxious on what is about to happen. "well I wanted to ask you for some time now my dearest, my star, would you-"

" draw me like one of your french girls darling"

The question brought the broken silence back, the man gulped not knowing what to answer. "darryl.." the Necron said in a worried tone, they believe they maybe have overstepped the boundaries of both. They sighed and looked away in a rather emotional way, thinking about what might they have done wrong. The necron was ripped out of their thoughts of self-hate through their lovers words. "My darling, you look so gorgeous and wonderful in that dress. Don't think that you've done something wrong. Your eyes show me you were hurt by my silence. Now, I will accept your request to draw you like one of my french girls. Don't hold back in your poses, try to seduce me give me the emotions and the adrenaline I need. I will draw you like a goddess of Lust, like noone has ever seen!"

"J-Jester..." the necron looked at him in disbelief of what he just said, was it a dream? No, this was real this was the real deal right infront of this robot of destruction. Finally it found love, it started tearing up pulling Jester closer to themselves. "jester...You're such a great man, I love you." before pulling him into a deep and passionate kiss. "Everything for my angel" jester replied and stood up again to get his work started. 

He brought all he needed, the expensive oilpaints, the finest brushes and his easel, ready to paint the robot of his dreams. This evening he drew until late of the night nearly into the new awakening of the sun bringing the new day. He drew, trying to capture his lovers beauty in a picture he will never forget to have made. Drawing their beloved like there is no tomorrow, from their fingers to their feet, their curves, their face and their full of lust and passion burning eyes combined with the scenery was like a dream for him. And when he was done, he was so exhausted but thrilled with the feeling of pride, to have drawn such a masterpiece. This is, what he thought of real art. It looked like a photograph, a frame of the real life that played infront of himself in the last few hours. Before he vanished into the deeps of the rooms with his, in his eyes, one and only true love.