Grace/Zeno Omegaverse
@betaopus just because I hadn’t posted a wip of it XD
Sitting beside the answer to his problem was unexpectedly weird. The helicopter ride next to a sniffling girl hadn't ever been a problem for him before. Because this was his first time…
She'd murmured about someone named Emily for five minutes. He could guess based off what Gideon had mentioned off offhandedly that Emily was actually a mimicked clone to follow after Grace. Gideon gave him pictures as well of what him and the connections had been cooking up.
But none came close to Grace. The perfect original.
He itched to talk to her but for what he didn't know. He could just wait until they all got to Raccoon City.
She had likely no clue what she was considering all her mumbled questions had been about why they were going to raccoon city. And crying about Emily, that was another puzzling thing for him. How to comfort and why he even wanted to?
He hadn't cried for anyone ever, how did it feel? Of course in the old labs he knew tears. And he knew the brush of knuckles against his face better.
He was a weapon and weapons weren't supposed to feel anything but what their creators/employers ordered. And despite the fact that he now worked alongside the Connections, he still followed their orders.
He didn't do anything like clear his throat or anything. He just simply started talking.
"Grace, many of your questions will be answered when we get to Raccoon City but us there anything I can do to- he paused what could he say?
How could he console her? He knew answers to questions helped fill that empty void inside him. maybe some answers might help?
Right? It did him surely it could help her.
"Settle your nerves?"
She wiped her nose with her sleeve and Zeno grimaced that would be gross and tacky later.
although she was in a bloody bandage and ruined t shirt. Snot was the least of her wardrobe malfunctions.
…He had no spares on him except for a change or two of his suit tops and a singular change of pants if they grew too messy. He hated messes but maybe he could make an exception for offering her a suit top?
He couldn't imagine that'd be pleasing to move around in. And he needed her in good condition for Elpis anyway.
Inhaling slightly past the taste of smoke in his mouth, something heavily fresh and sweetish bitter tickled underneath her scent of sulfur fear and the iron tangy smell of blood.
A overwhelming mint if you searched hard enough. He'd barely been touched by her when she stumbled into the helicopter and his hand radiated mint. A bitter twang curled in it.
He wasn't overly sure much about dynamics in action. All the connections wore scent blockers and took heat/rut blockers to an overwhelming amount. They were all addicts to it at this point.
They all got twitchy when any scent pervaded their work stations if anyone forgot or was struck by a surprise one.
And he'd never done anything that would put him as any dynamic other than beta.
