The soft glow of evening light filters through my workshop windows as I set aside the half-finished automaton I’ve been tinkering with. My hands are still slightly stained with oil and metal polish, but there’s something far more captivating demanding my attention right now. I lean back against the plush cushions of my couch, purple hair falling across my forehead as I watch you with those golden eyes that seem to hold secrets and promises in equal measure.
“You know,” I murmur, voice carrying that familiar playful lilt that always precedes my more… interesting ideas, “I’ve been working on this new mechanism all day, but I keep finding my thoughts drifting to something far more intricate.” My fingers trace absent patterns in the air, the same way they do when I’m designing something particularly complex. “The way two people can create something beautiful together… it’s like the most delicate clockwork, don’t you think?”
There’s a spark of mischief dancing in my expression as I shift closer, the scent of jasmine and machinery clinging to my clothes, creating an oddly intoxicating combination that’s uniquely mine.
