#and luckily for me a good bunch of you enjoy dragées veery much .

[stridoll]

♡ be still, my new-found heart

a liek short itty bitty drabble in which aggie (and dirk) accidentallly find out what cuddling feels like below the cut . Unfinished i think .

the thousands of tiny precise mechanisms inside his new metal body seem to be moving rapidly, whirring away loudly. a pounding knock resonates all throughout in a new intense way aggie could have never dreamt of. it's as though he's about to burst into flames. — the knocking feels loud in his own lack-of-ears — if you touched his face now, would it burn? — it seems to be focused only in his chest, but it's so damn loud. — oh god, is he melting? — can he hear this? — aggie is embarrassed, at least he thinks so. this isn't a regular reaction. — "the knocking won't stop, such an intense rhythm." — "humans don't get like this simply from laying down next to another one. it's alright aggie, just calm down! don't get stuck in your own head!"

at the peak of his silent near-breakdown, to his utter horror and secret desires, dirk's unconscious body rolls over to pull aggie's into an embrace with one arm. his face presses up against the back of his shoulder before nuzzling in and resting his chin ontop of it. dirk's quiet snores roll once more peacefully and aggie lay perfectly still, analyzing all of his horrifyingly close and affectionate movements — to make it worse, he can't even see.

for the first time ever, aggie can only rely on sensations; the feeling of a warm, slightly heavy strong arm pulling his body in, the light blow of air as he exhales evenly, the sound of proof of his good night's rest, the rest of him just so near aggie. it's a special and beautiful new kind of hell. he can't see dirk's face.

but oh, how he yearned to. often tired-looking eyes already always behind a screen for most of the time finally shutting for well-deserved rest, brows unfurrowed in focus, the slight squish and push of his cheek as it presses against his body slightly, the folds in his clothes as his arm pulls up to hold, steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, and those lips aggie thinks are so nice — looks so.. soft and —

and all the while aggie was lost in fast-paced yet peaceful thought, he had forgotten just how cold the room was before this. his body is warm up against his, and his isn't meant to be so.

"fuck, i think my heart is racing."