fortune favors the brave.

too weird to live, too [young] to die -- { newt geiszler RP blog. pacific rim. }

[nummerr-deactivated20131114]

         ’ Newton, that is a chair. ‘

    [ never the less, he is trotting carefully to plod through the others belongings and retrieve his spectacles, placed in an area that they were lost and shrouded with ease. ]

' You buried them beneath things, you doofus. ' 

[fortuunato]

                "           it is? I mean -- it is. I knew that. I totally knew that."

                [ He reaches out blindly to touch what he assumes to be the edge of the giant, dark blur, and finds it to be a desk chair, just as Hermann said. Oh. Eyes squinted to the point of pain, he whips around, unable to discern the hobbling man from the rest of the junk crowding their lab. ]

                "Uh -- shit.             ... Marco?"

[fortuunato]

                              "-- dude, have you seen my glasses?"

               [ Nevermind the fact that he's talking to a chair. 

                                                 Cut him some slack. He's flying blind, here. ]

[nummerr-deactivated20131114]

         ’ — yes, Newton? ‘

        again, he seems entirely unfazed, not even bothering to move beyond the slight adjustment of the hips and fold of the leg. 

        the ruffling of paper proceeds. 

[fortuunato]

               "What are you -- um -- what are you doing, babe?" 

               [ For once, it's Hermann who's confusing Newt, not the other way around.

               He isn't sure he likes it. ]

[nummerr-deactivated20131114]

        [ — and then he just 

        settles down in his lap as if nothing has happened

        and continues his work, gaze fixated not on his partner, but on the 

        paperwork in his hands. ]

[fortuunato]

               ". . ." 

               [Well, this is new.]

               "-- um. Hermann?" 

               [Not that he's complaining.]

[icantlivewithoutfriends]

Visit Original Link

[fortuunato]

              Newt has an incredibly vivid imagination, both a gift in a curse in that it allows for his innovative and out-of-the-box thinking -- while also allowing for detailed and terrifying nightmares that expand upon the horrors he saw through the drift.

[nummerr-deactivated20131114]

        ’ I will if you don’t come over here in about three seconds. ‘

[fortuunato]

                "Yessir."

               [ All according to plan. ]

[nummerr-deactivated20131114]

                  ’ Why don’t you come here and find out? ‘

[fortuunato]

               "              You're not gonna hit me with your cane, are you?"

[fortuunato]

               As a child, Newt once locked himself in a barn in the German countryside, just so he could know what it's like to be trapped like an animal.

[nummerr-deactivated20131114]

                         ' ——- Emily Dickinson. You are serenading — slash — courting me with Emily Dickinson in German? Newton, I would say you are a hopeless romantic. ‘ 

[fortuunato]

              "--... did it work?"

[fortuunato]

               Ich bin niemand! Wer sind Sie?                Sind Sie - niemand - auch?                Dann ist da noch ein Paar von uns!                Sagen Sie nicht! sie würde werben - Sie wissen!                Wie öde - zu sein - jemand!                Wie Öffentlichkeit - wie ein Frosch -                Den lieben langen Juni - Um seinen Namen sagen -                Um eine bewundernde Moor!

[dappyy]

I may or not be extremely in love with newts tattoo…

[pacificdefense]

       —- “Evening, Newt.”

[fortuunato]

               "Miss Mori. What can I do for ya'? And -- don't be afraid to tell me, because even if my stuffy coworker says you're disrupting our work, you're really not. Ignore him. He's just jealous."

[burning-days]

And over.

[fortuunato]

               "Eeeeeeeeeeevenin'."

[nummerr-deactivated20131114]

        [ lifting both legs against the others arm and furiously drawing his arms closer until his face is practically shoved into the crook of the others neck (like a cat avoiding water), Hermann simply holds on, unable to do much but grumble and protest with a few squeaks and stern snaps of, ‘Newton!’ and, ‘I was working!’ ]

[ Of course, his glasses have fallen off at this point, but he hardly notices when his attention is captured by the eccentric bedding as he is lowered onto it. ] 

       ’ Do you really have kaiju merchandise as a bedspread, Newton? ‘

 [ Sighing as he shifts his own leg in an attempt to relocate it, equally slender fingers seek out pillow or fluff to use as an anchor and shift his position. ]

[fortuunato]

              [Lucky for Hermann, Newt's bed is littered with pillows and stuffed toys ranging in theme from Kaiju (the crowning jewel being a full-length body pillow) to Star Trek and Doctor Who, Marvel and D.C, Mario and Zelda.]

               "Sometimes. I like to switch it up."

              [Never let it be said that he isn't unique.]

              "You really need to rest that leg, man. I know you're a stubborn, crotchety pain in the ass, but when it hurts, it hurts. Math isn't going to make it go away and I'd rather see you do something about it than cause yourself more misery, ya' dirty masochist. -- in all seriousness though, dude, what can I do to help?"

[nummerr-deactivated20131114]

     [ with remolded spectacles, he’s taken to overworking himself, even with the constant throb and twist of fire agony dancing in his tendons — suddenly, warmth and strong arms encompass his form, one strung under the curve of his thin back and the other shifting under his thighs. ]

' Newton! ‘ 

[ of course, he hollers out loud, startled as he drops his work and forces both arms round the others shoulders, gripping desperately at the cloth he can find in an attempt to avoid falling. ]

[fortuunato]

               "You're gonna thank me for this later, dude. I gotcha, stop squirming."

               [His grip on the slender mathematician is firm, strong as he totes him out of the K-Lab and towards their adjacent quarters, ignoring angry protests from Hermann and enjoying the closeness -- just a little.]

               [Newt's ever-unlocked quarters are kicked open with one foot, and with what seems to be one swift movement he manages to settle his fellow scientist on top of brightly colored kaiju bedding.]

              "There."