did i really cause that?

☾ It started with a spark, and burned into the dark. You have no choice you have to choose. Bid farewell to yesterday, say goodbye, I'm on my way Σ Freelance.

[zerosummation-blog]

She certainly doesn’t expect him to give in without a fight, but she knows giving in is what he’ll do eventually. She straightens up in a self-satisfied sort of way, her drink all the more refreshing because she wasn’t the one paying for it.

“I plan on it.” She tips her glass in his direction, in a sort of mock salute. 

There’s a college basketball game on the TV in the corner and the melancholy blues single on the radio has faded away and into an acoustic hit from the 70′s. Phi sips the foam bunched around the rim of her glass and then looks up, gaze directed at Sigma but somehow still looking past him.

“Hey, can I ask you something? And don’t make it weird okay? I’m being serious–”

“Do you ever have dreams? Well no– sometimes they’re not even dreams, but like you’ll be spacing out and then suddenly you see stuff, and it’s like you’re recalling some kind of distant memory. It’s in scary detail, but it’s something you’ve ever actually seen or done before.”

A weird question by anyone’s standards, but probably weirder still coming from her. Confiding wasn’t a thing she did often, but it’s been bothering her all week and Sigma seemed as a good a person as anyone to tell.

For various reasons.

[rakkans]

It was for the best, letting the topic go. Won’t be that granting usually, but not worth dwelling on an useless discussion when you have a good drink around your hand. And of course she would tease him either way, no matter what he chooses - so he could only roll his eyes in slight disdain, before tipping alongside her before taking a sip of the beverage.

Lazily does he draw a sigh, and would he had known about the game earlier, he would have been more aware of it, but it’s too late. Now he finds amicable feelings towards the tunes of the radio, strangely a nice playlist they got today. 

“--Hm?,” His hum is genuinely concerning, usually that couldn’t come out of nowhere unless it’s something important, he’s aware. After being received with silence, he speaks finally, “What is it?”

There is another hum that sticks on his throat of more than two seconds before he could actually answer her sudden question. His mind processing all the memories of past days, and quickly he finds the answer on the tip of his tongue,  “If you put in in that sense ---I have, yes. It’s strange though... I haven’t really thought about it until you put it on the table, with all of the things you can read around about dreams and what not. I merely thought it was a normal thing...,” He places his free hand on his well-shaped jaw, gaze turning to meet hers, “--Like a dejavú or something?”

[zerosummation-blog]

She debates starting without him. 

But in the end she doesn’t– she’s sure he’ll comment on that, and she’s sure she’ll tell him he should count his blessings, be grateful that she’s so nice. 

This place is eccentric in a sort of dirty kind of way. But the booze was cheap and the two of them always managed to see something worth seeing whenever they made the trip. 

“You are a loser.” Is all she says as he takes his place beside her. 

She orders her long awaited beer (because they’re going to be here for awhile and she’s on a budget– anything that tasted any better than that wouldn’t last through whatever conversation they were going to wind up having) and looks at him through the dim and dusty light.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle, though–”

“The guy with the eye over there– the one we always run into here, asked about you. I said you were on your way but I think he’s too far down his glass to care anymore.” She nods in the direction of a rather sad looking man with his nose in his mug, before turning her attention back towards him.

“You’re definitely paying for the first round though. It pays to be punctual.”

[rakkans]

It’s unusual for the air to be cold. Perhaps it were the nature of events unfolding – but that’s way too poetic. But all in all it is a too familiar situation – in the sense that somewhere, deep within the vast expanses of his knowledge, resided good memories of this place. That’s why he dismisses Phi’s commentary entirely, or kind of, “And you are rude.” 

It’s comical that they reunite in a place that seems to collect the misery itself, but such is the way of them to spend their “free-time”. The order goes with the basics, beer. Bartender is swift with the task, managing to serve it in a little period of time. One of his hands brushes his face casually before taking the first sip; awaiting for her further answers. 

And he nods when she ends up telling him something he knew, though he wasn’t really that deep in the subject to pinpoint it, “Ah, I noticed. He’s a good guy - at least not as annoying as some folks I’ve encountered in this damned place,” He says that as if the place were a bother, but oh how he enjoys being here, anyway. There’s finally a sip from the glass that contains beer, relaxing and fulfilling -- but all ends up ruined when she talks about him paying, meddlesome. 

“Uuuugh, fine,” But there’s no another way about it - despite the kind of childish gruff. However, it’s not like he wants to clean the dishes for the rest of the night because his usual recklessness, “You better enjoy it while you can.”

[rakkans]

He often bides his time carefully, tonight he didn’t have any apparent reason to expect otherwise - he takes a shower, sprays himself with the best fragrance, puts on some casual clothing - and finally drinks a shady orange juice from his fridge. His mistake. Fortune didn’t come his way, although he is ready, mundane things interfered with his departure.

When he finally leaves, there is some time left to be there in the given hour. Initially he went out to empty the trash. He tries to work more on himself and try to be more flexible. Even so, clumsiness something gets the best of him.

The bar they decided to meet was in the outskirts of the city; an usual favorite of them. They reunite here every once in a while. However, he feels cheated when he notices her unmissable presence - actually being here before him.

At least she was modest enough to wait for him before starting to drink. 

Tiers curve into what appears to be a grin, “You’re here sooner, I feel like a loser now,” He gives an affirming nod, emerging from the darkness surrounding the bar; the usual scent of alcoholic beverages and nicotine permeate nostrils in a familiar way. The music, however, is nice - a  freestyle blues playlist. He settles himself next her, comfortably on the stool, “Did you get here alright? Last time I had some problems with some weirdos.”

[pflaumeplaysgames]

[rroyalties]

[rakkans]

Sigma -  Σ - the eighteenth letter of greek alphabet

Phi - Φ - the 21st letter of greek alphabet 

[keycrash]

espers [ stitched ] [ alternate ]

[rakkans]

ribcages aching, limbs aching. everything aches. faux expression of solemnity which hides every splinter i’ve made. so i leave to starve like dogs on alleys. breathing cold breeze that envelop my lungs and freeze them. suddenly, nothing is longer mine.

[minccino]

[rakkans]

chemistry classes.

In chemistry, sigma bonds are the strongest type of covalent chemical bond. They are formed by head-on overlapping between atomic orbitals. Sigma bonding is most simply defined for diatomic molecules using the language and tools of symmetry groups. In this formal approach, a σ-bond is symmetrical with respect to rotation about the bond axis.

Phi bonds are covalent chemical bonds where two lobes of one involved atomic orbital overlap two lobes of the other involved atomic orbital. Each of these atomic orbitals is zero at a shared nodal plane, passing through the two bonded nuclei. The same plane is also a nodal plane for the molecular orbital of the pi bond. They are usually weaker than sigma bonds.

[aetheling]

I mean to have you participate in a game. some of you, I know, are familiar with this game.