One Shots ➝ Detroit: Become Human (hiatus)

Muse ➝ Simarkus

soft simon and markus

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Simon often wondered if Markus knew how he felt towards him. He supposed he didn't. Somehow he felt as if he knew Markus so well, yet also not at all. He knew about Carl, the man who cared for him like a father and how motivated him to stay pacifist even when it would have been easier to be violent. He knew about his late night thoughts, his doubts.

But then, he didn't know the basic details about him. What even was his favourite colour? Getting to know someone during a revolution didn't really lead itself to details like that.

Then he realised. Couldn't he just ask him now?

The blonde tapped North, who sat on a nearby bean bag, on the shoulder.

"What the fuck do y- Oh, sorry Simon, it's just you."

He chuckled and ruffled her hair. She flipped him off and fixed her hair.

"Do you know where Markus is?"

She smirked knowingly.

"I saw him in the other room earlier doing his emo leader contemplation thing, he's probably still there."

Simon flashed a smile, nodded thanks and then rose from where he was seated.

The door to the other room was somewhat old and creaked when he opened it. Inside was close to empty. Markus sat on the windowsill, watching the world go by with a pensive expression. His temple rested against the cold glass.

Simon lightly tapped on the door as he walked in.

"Markus?"

Markus moved his head up and blinked his eyes as if he was coming out of a trance.

"Hey, Simon."

"I was thinking about stuff and I realise now this sounds kinda stupid-"

Simon cut himself off and sat down on the windowsill next to the other male.

"I want to know you more, Markus. I keep thinking about how we probably know each other's deepest secrets but we don't know the basic things."

Markus shifted his whole body to properly face Simon, a thoughtful look in his eyes. He rested his hand delicately on Simon's knee.

"I'd like that."

Simon blushed a little and averted his gaze. The glass of the window seemed to emanate a chill through his clothes.

"Do you have a bucket list? I'd like to have one, I think."

"I wouldn't say so, but I guess you could say I have a few dreams that are a little like one," Markus gave a small smile that, in Simon's opinion, lit up his face more than the setting sun did.

He continued, "What's your favourite thing to do? In the sense of a hobby. You can probably guess mine."

He gestured to the stubborn paint still on his jacket.

"I don't know, really. I like to help around Jericho but I've never really clicked with a hobby like Josh with his writing or North with her martial arts. Or you with painting, obviously. I hope I find it soon."

Simon ran his hands through his pale hair and sighed. "What's your favourite season?"

"I'd have to say spring. Of course, I haven't experienced all of them whilst being a deviant yet but so far it's my favourite. I like the idea of a new beginning."

He looked over to the other with inquisitive eyes.

"I like the winter. The snow reminds me of you."

Simon cleared his throat, internally kicking himself for saying that.

Markus didn't visibly react to the statement other than an almost invisible hint of blue showing in his cheeks.

The stubbled android met Simon's eyes.

"What is your favourite colour?"

"Green," the blond breathed out, "And you?"

"Blue."

They suddenly realised how close they had gotten when they could feel breath on their lips. In what seemed like unison, they pulled away, flushed. He grabbed the paler boy's hand.

"I'm going to show you something."

"Oh- okay!"

Markus led Simon by the hand (getting a thumbs up from North as they passed her) to his room, only letting go to unlock and open the door.

The room was filled with paintings of every colour and size and Simon couldn't help but quietly gasp. They were truly beautiful. Markus started rifling through a stack of sketchbooks in the corner of the room.

"You've never showed me much of your art and it's just-"

Simon stopped speaking when Markus handed him a heavy sketchbook.

"I uh- I wanted to show you this."

The blue eyed android blinked and opened the cover. Inside was... him?

"I paint you when I need inspiration, I- is it weird? I can stop if it's-"

"No, no, it's fine. I think they're amazing. I'm not good at art critic stuff, but I really do."

Gently, he placed the notebook down on the desk. As if they were mirroring that one day in the original Jericho, Simon pulled Markus into a warm hug, resting his chin on the other's shoulder. His thirium pump beat erratically inside of his chest.

"Why me?" Simon whispered, "I'm just another PL600 model, I'm nothing unique."

"I think you're very special. My favourite colour is blue for a reason."