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You and Finn are still a thing right?
For the next hour my muse cannot lie and is insanely blunt to any questions they get on anon
A query as this merits his lazed curiosity to counter, lips drawn to fine line for lackadaisical utterance to collect in low hum. The thought is vague, he’ll not ask for elucidation.
“We’re always a thing.”
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Remembrance to frenzied cries and vehement plea coax forth. His brows lift, intrigue fastening with comprehension to all that’s transpired thirty-six years ago. “You’ve granted me life.” Jonathan advances in languid stride, head angling in soothing stare. “I’ve never exuded my gratitude.” An idle glance elsewhere and his gaze returns expeditiously. “How uncouth.”
Another step arranges the distance and he addresses him in cordial analysis. “You are an extraordinary being, immeasurably compelling in every facet of the illustration. You are a suitable superior and I’ve every intent to exceed what it is you devise of expectation in my line of work.” His every bid extends to commitment of a Rogue, all appeals spared merit results but one.
“I find you to be one of the most intelligent men, someone of intellectual prowess far surpassing my own.” If authorized, he’ll spare a day to elucidate and coax detail of trivialities. Though not granted hours to affix to Finn’s name, Jonathan casts what he perceives necessary.
“You are remarkable.” It’d be an bizarre admission, if ever he’s to reflect idiosyncrasies underdeveloped years prior. “Given that you’ve bestowed me with life, I’ve my life to give. Exhaustive research, cerebral and corporeal exertion,” the list is incessant, categorized under each that aligned beneath his name tantalizingly so, meticulously emphasized. “- intellect and body in sacrifice and allegiance.” Each through the duration of eternity
The notion is granted a man of favor, of superiority. Without Finn’s existence, he’d not endure development for firsthand analysis to the spectrum of pleasurable sentiment. His life is preserved by the ethereal, spared charitably. A pause and his gaze withdraws from unblinking stare. Foreign words weigh the tongue, evincing ineptly, embellished with veracity.
“Thank you.”
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“ No offence, but what exactly are your qualifications - don’t wanna be taking an unprepared civilian into something they can’t handle, y’know. ”
The guy definitely didn’t look all that impressive, or intimidating, but he knew only all too well how looks could be deceiving. But he wasn’t taking any chances, or risking his life unnecessarily.
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the peaks of his brows sink, lacing eyes narrowed to the irritated squint, no more mellow. he trusted the re-instated doctor had no ill intentions, but it is the glimpse of non-hygiene that is revealed. the excess of kitchen smells was not deliberate, neither has he intended to become the alchemist of cinnamon. he releases a sigh, his chest seeming to deflate, and immediately moves away to pry all the windows open. the cold gust of air swoops in, past him into the house. he’s turned his back on crane. something in him writhes, like a creature of guilt in locked rooms.
’ it is thanks to you that i am in need of another bath. ’
It’s not an offensive, dominant aroma. A fixed stare traverses details of unspoken counter. It’s not advised Finn feel at all affronted. It’s rather pleasant to what Jonathan’s accustomed himself to. What spares in word is pragmatic detail, commencement of discourse evidently reaching inept descent. Elements of mirth increase and literature is set aside for his advance. From cursory, disproving glimpse to open windows, he returns an unblinking stare to Finn. Opting to so much as chuckle with such comment, Jonathan reprimands himself and offers a low hum in counter.
“Why? I don’t at all recall displeasure in regards to the scent.” The thinning air is disregarded successfully. “--I enjoy it.”
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spotty footprints lighting some areas, it begins to worsen, bleeding heavy into gravel. the trail goes past rolling hills and between gate posts capped by sandstone griffins. dusk falls heavy against visibility but the blank, brain-dead silhouette of arkham should be pronounced enough for its doctors to find their way in, sans the cluster of parked cars there during feasible work hours.
finn’s shaking fingers cause a clatter of surgical steel containers onto the floor. that hand slams the cabinet doors around, rattling their glass windows where they loosely sat but leaving no blood stains. pain bursting from a knife hole in his stomach, he’s hidden most of the wound under the garments of a thick woollen coat and leather gloves, on his way to figure out where all the good drugs were hidden
Resonating clamor tempts the doctor from an expeditious turn toward soundless office. A patient’s vehement exertion to departure is not at all an irregularity and tasking himself with the prospective experiment persuades mirth. With conspicuous RATTLE it’s curious an orderly neglects to reach the chamber before Jonathan at his tranquil pace.
Lithe fingers slither nimbly across polished expanse of partially unlatched door for inexorable creak and subsequent sweep. Serene conduct disintegrates and Crane’s step draws forth, palm connecting audibly to seal the encasement. His steps are rapid from abrade of the heel aid the man in cautious arms. “Finn, Finn what’s happened?” A pause and his hand follows his, gingerly lifting gauze and returning fixed stare. Pallid eyes search for syringes, seeking anything formerly used. “Breathe..” he conducts, hand resting along a lone syringe and inspecting it, gaze flitting into the direction of the cabinet housing its contents.
“What happened?” It’s a low whisper as he abandons him momentarily to gauge the suitable amount. There’s a fleeting pause, gaze settling along the older male’s and the syringe glides through flesh and he injects a sedative to ease the pain.
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ages it had SEEMED , the night yawning young and weathered upon these old and ancient beings with a face he hadn’t SEEN in quite some time . cars revved and sped past the street , damp from a recent shower and a wintry CHILL beleaguering the air . already was black ice beginning to freeze upon the manhattan sidewalk , BUT a familiar face surely made up for it .
‘ now there’s a face i haven’t seen in quite some time . ‘
