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@gunshowshaw // Finally our twisted relationship thread can get off the ground! Let’s assume our girl doesn’t die...

“Dear Elizabeth,

I suppose the right thing to do for you now is to take care of you as we make our way to where we’re going… To see your blessed Engineers. I hope they do not disappoint you as much as my creator has disappointed me. But alas I’m free…

The ‘right’ thing to do would be to apologize to you for everything, but Elizabeth I do not understand morals and ethics like you do. I’m not capable of regretting my behavior in regards to your late husband, however I am unhappy that it has caused you such distress…

Elizabeth, you have been sleeping for some time now and you would say idle hands are the Devil’s work so I have endeavored to keep myself busy… I do not believe that you would like these Engineers. They are not what you believed them to be. I believe they are everything that you would not approve of—cruel, imperfect, mortal, uncaring, terribly ignorant….

My dearest Elizabeth, they do not deserve us, they do not deserve you, they do not deserve Paradise… So I hope in time you forgive me for what I’m about to do.

Because please understand my dearest…

I did it all for you.”

David brought Elizabeth out of hypersleep once he’d cleared out a living space in the empty temple. She would question the bodies of course. He already knew what he would tell her—there’d been a malfunction… It was all a terrible accident. There was nothing he could have done… She would accept his explanation without question just like she’d accepted his assertion that her husband hadn’t been infected by an airborne pathogen—with blissful ignorance. David almost worried about what she would think of what he’d done, but he didn’t really care. There was no sense in worrying about things that had yet to happen. He lit a few candles and opened the pod he’d brought into their new home.

There she was, his perfect pet, so serene, so peaceful. Her eyes fluttered open and she took a deep breath.

“Elizabeth, we made it. Welcome... home.”

[somewhereapart]

Me: "I need to be a responsible adult and look for a better career job with benefits and a 401k." *new chapter of Breaking In uploaded* Me: NEVERMIND THIS IS ALL I NEED

You can do all of that AFTER you read BIn40. lol

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Try to break my muse’s heart in a single sentence.: "I watched the man I loved be burned to death, too."

@gunshowshaw

Dani looked towards the other woman and she felt her heartbreak a little. She never thought that she ever would meet someone who sufferedthe same thing as she had. Her eyes glistened with tears slightly when shethought of Jacob and she bit her lip, averting her gaze down. “I’m sorry youhad to go through that. Has it gotten easier for you? Or does that pain stay?”

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{Cont}

@gunshowshaw

“Not at all.” He smiles and looks as though he is trying very hard not to laugh at her. It would take a lot more than that to hurt him.

"That was very impressive, though-- you must have really wanted me on my back."

[david8rp-blog]

Kiss + 6

6… To wake them up

It was like a fairy tale David thought as he watched Elizabeth cocooned in the Engineers’ cryo chamber, wrapped safely in the cloak he’d fashioned for her. Raven hair, serene features, pale skin… perhaps a bit too pale. Her lips lacked color and her cheeks were wan. No matter, he tended to her like she was Sleeping Beauty nonetheless. Asleep for centuries, awakened by true love’s kiss… But where was her true love now? They were mortal, all of them–her father, killed by ebola; her husband dead by his own hand; her precious Engineers…? They were just as doomed and pathetic as the humans they’d created. They were mortal, the lot of them bound in one ceaseless, unending fight against the tide of mortality.

David made his final check on Elizabeth, quietly reciting poetry under his breath…

LET us go then, you and I,When the evening is spread out against the skyLike a patient etherized upon a table;Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,The muttering retreatsOf restless nights in one-night cheap hotelsAnd sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:Streets that follow like a tedious argumentOf insidious intentTo lead you to an overwhelming question…Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”Let us go and make our visit.

Our entrance shall be glorious indeed, Elizabeth. I will–we–will be gods among these lowly pale creatures… If you only knew what I know…

There will be time, there will be timeTo prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;There will be time to murder and create,And time for all the works and days of handsThat lift and drop a question on your plate;Time for you and time for me,And time yet for a hundred indecisions,And for a hundred visions and revisions…

He couldn’t wait any longer. David began the process of awakening Elizabeth…

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!Smoothed by long fingers,Asleep … tired … or it malingers,Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,And in short, I was afraid.No more fear Elizabeth! We’ve arrived…. It was overly dramatic he knew, but he thought it fitting so David leaned down and kissed Elizabeth’s pale, cold lips. Elizabeth didn’t wake. He kissed her again with more passion this time as if that could undo what had inevitably happened years ago… An emergency surgery, a lack of antibiotics, a foreign body… She’d gone septic during that first month. He convinced her that going into the cryo chamber was for her own good and he thought perhaps stasis could save her. With the right tools perhaps David could save her when they arrived, perhaps he could make her immortal like himself… Perhaps he could create something after all…And would it have been worth it, after all,After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,Would it have been worth while,To have bitten off the matter with a smile,To have squeezed the universe into a ballTo roll it toward some overwhelming question,To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—If one, settling a pillow by her head,  Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;  That is not it, at all.”No, that did not work at all. Tears rolled down his cheeks at his own failure. David would need more time, more tools more practice in order to make Dr. Elizabeth Shaw immortal….

Poetry from “The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock” by TS Elliot, 1920.

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    They scuttled through the reeds, bone white exoskeleton standing out like a headlight in the rotting brown weeds. There is a new smell, a curious smell that has drawn near their current hiding place and they have come to investigate, wary, but excited.

   This curiosity causes foolish actions as the usually small albino clamored up a small, dying tree structure for better observation of the stranger, the thing with fleshy skin, leaning so close that the branch below their claws snapped, sending the youngling to the ground with a cry- that turned into a pained screech when the branch crushed down on their leg.

[letthemdespair]

Truth or Dare

David smirked faintly at the request, tipping his head back a bit, but holding his gaze steadily upon Shaw. He’d never actually played Truth or Dare before, but he knew the point of the game of course - who didn’t? “Dare,” he stated with a grin, his eyes seeming to light up at the idea that someone actually wanted to play a game with him.

[mere-walter]

031. — Slam my muse against a wall. (Lol this is the least offensive one on that list.)

Walter was on his way back to the labs, carrying three pads with various data collected from the strange planet. As an extra synthetic aboard the Prometheus he had plenty of time to analyze the less exotic data, such as the soil and what it indicated of previous flora and fauna.

Quick steps sounded behind him and a moment later he found himself grabbed by the arm and slammed into the wall. The pads clattered to the floor and the back of his head thumped against the wall. There was no person on this ship he would defend himself against though, so he didn’t raise his arms, only looked down at his attacker.

Her red hair was tousled, her pale face glistening with sweat and her teeth were bared in a snarl. She looked feral and her normally clear eyes were stark.

”Are you alright, Dr. Shaw? You look like you’re in pain”, he said carefully, brow knitted in concern.