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❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞ (bioshock au raph~)
The splicer (he hated calling himself that, but what else was he at this point, even if he was slightly more coherant than the rest?) glanced down at the doctor, clearly debating on asking for anything.
Always one to help, never to ask.
"...don't be so eager to be my friend," he replied, his mutated, conjoined limbs twitching slightly. "I'll let you down less that way."
❝ i used to laugh without faking it. i miss that. ❞ ( bioshock au raph! )
Feeling Alone [x]
"...yeah. I get that, kid," he murmured, leaning against the wall near him. "I haven't laughed without faking it in...too long."
“The Dirt Sea” by Vapour Night. Scottish drone/doom/experimental project.
Gabriel’s use of Plasmids occurred only after the fall of Rapture. His brother was quick to take up on them, but Gabriel thought they were just a nuisance.
"Fathoms Deep Below" by Ahab. German nautical funeral doom metal. From the album "The Giant".
Confined we are in bizarre mazes Lost, forgotten, and forlorn...
Fathoms deep below cognition Fathoms deep beyond unknown Fathoms deep beneath perdition Our fate is carved in stone.
[ "Just imagine Robert. In his own universe. Closed. Unable to travel to other universes. Unable to be visited by people from other universes. Imagine them hitting the same wall. In different universes. Alone. Crying." I tried. I failed. I'm the broken one now. This was shamelessly inspired by Doctor Who. ]
She imagined that every time —everytime her eyes met that contraption of hers laying in a cornet, full of dust, untouched since years, that vision just arrived, slapping her with violence, letting her vision blurred by newborn tears.
She imagined that other hand caressing hers since they started communicating, whispering through the walls. Those walls were unable to stop them, that time, a mere barrier between them. But where the walls failed, the blood succeeded.
And there was too much blood dripping, that fatal night, that night in which she decided he didn’t have to stay with her if that meant jeopardizing his life. That fatal night she decided to give him back to the world he belonged to, with the same tears now rolling down her cheeks as she sled slowly to the floor of that brand new lab, in a city with dark, glossy water instead of soft dawns and untouchable clouds.
Her head —free from the pins, that time, with that cascade of soft, red curls leaning on her chest and by her side— was hitting that wall on the opposite side of that hated device, slowly. Once, twice, thrice.
« I’m so sorry, Robert. » She murmured to the void, for a moment hoping with all her willpower that he would appear in front of her, smiling warmly and dragging her to bed with a cup of warm tea to share. The great scientist, the cold mother of a flying city and of incredible theories was unable for the first time to contain herself —and that broken voice of hers let out a sob, and then another, and another one. Her arms were wrapped around her legs, her visage hidden by her hair and that curled position of hers.
Crying was the only thing she could do, now that she was all alone.
Alone and, more importantly, without him, who was able to make her feel complete, even if for a bunch of seconds.
« I’m so sorry, my love. »
