You see, you cannot draw lines and compartments, and refuse to budge beyond them. Sometimes you have to use your failures as stepping stones to success. You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair.
[ STRADDLE ] (reverse!) ― rosie sits down in otto’s lap.
he’s working, a constant state for octavius, glasses poised on his nose pencil in hand as he writes out notes, eyes flicking over textbooks he has no doubt read a thousand times each, piecing together information. the look of concentration on his face might be considered cute, he’d heard it enough from norman and rosie both, though it seems finishing his work isn’t in the cards tonight. a hand on his shoulder, pushing until his back is against the sheets, papers and books brushed to the side on the comforter as she slips onto his lap with relative ease. she sits comfortably on top of him, one thigh on either side of him, so warm and so close.
“ rose. . . ” he murmurs, tongue slipping to wet lips, otto looks up at her so fondly, eyes behind glasses lens big, studying her carefully for a signal, cheeks flushed pink and warm as he watches her with just as much attention as he might give one of his projects. he still isn’t used to this, her and him, them. the physical attention. hands move slowly, unsure eyes flicking up to ask permission as they rest on her thighs, slipping up, pushing skirt along with them.
The Doctor looked up, startled as he heard the door to the laboratory open behind him. He whipped around, reflexively raising his sonic screwdriver and aiming it at the intruder. It was a young woman. He stared at her, mouth agape.
“Wha- But- You’re not supposed to be in here!” he spluttered. Nevermind the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be in there either. “Who are you? What do you think you’re doing? Close the door!”
“I know you care a lot about him, which is why I’m coming to you about this...” There’s no easy way to put this; Otto was- is- Curt’s friend. He knows Otto is a full grown man ( he’s a nuclear physicist for crying out loud! ) but he’s always holed away on that fusion reactor machine that he’s not the most confident on- then again, Otto was the smarter of the two. He probably knows what he’s doing. “I barely see him outside of that lab of his. I get that this Oscorp thing means a whole deal but... get him to take a few days off, why don’t you?”
embarrassed chuckle barks from otto’s throat at the question, though he nods. “ i can’t promise i’ll get any better at it. ” otto teases in response, hand combing through his hair though he nods. anything for her, anything in the world. “ alright, remind me how it goes again. ” he chuckles, moving one hand to her waist.
spider-man: into the spiderverse sentence starters. || Accepting
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"We do." Olivia agreed, with a tiny chuckle. "And then we all get judged for them, mainly by those who could never understand the reasons behind said choices."
Which was all a shame, because Olivia thought herself a very reasonable person. Her goals, in the end, were for the good of mankind, and so opposing her was certainly foolish.
A shame that she kept encountering people determined to stand in her way, she thought.
"Still, isn't choices what many of the classics are about? You would know that more than I, yet what are tragedies, what are epics, if not a long string of choices, eternally judged?"
