#lightedsails

[fatepowered]

pyrrha trying to get her work done while percy, angelo and raleigh are all talking shit extremely loudly

[meloraan]

“tell me, who are you?” // from raleigh @lightedsails to celie

no memes only replies | accepting | @lightedsails

“Celie Morel.”

She says it quickly—too quickly—and then seems to regret the sharpness of it, smoothing her expression into something practiced and eager. Her hand shoots out a second later, just a touch stiff, as though she’d rehearsed this introduction in her head and nearly fumbled it.

“You must be Raleigh,” she adds, a flicker of nervous brightness in her eyes. “Percy’s partner. He—he mentioned you. Briefly. Well. Not briefly. He was very specific about your work.”

That part is delivered with unmistakable admiration, but it’s not quite for Raleigh. It’s for Percy. It always circles back to him.

Up close, the details are impossible to miss: brass-and-steel gauntlet hugging her forearm, rotating vials slotted neatly into place; pale blonde hair that looks just slightly too processed under the lab lights; gold contacts that catch unnaturally when she blinks. Everything about her is meticulous; labeled trays, aligned notes, tools arranged in perfect rows on the workstation behind her.

Her grip is firm, almost overcompensating. She holds on a fraction of a second too long.

“Percy doesn’t tolerate incompetence,” she adds, almost reflexively. Then, softer, with a small, awkward laugh: “So I’m sure you’re…very good.”

Behind the eagerness is something smaller. A quiet hunger for approval. She stands just half a step angled toward Percy’s workspace, like she’s physically tethered to it, like if he called, she would snap to attention without thinking.

“And if you need anything,” she says quickly, almost too eagerly, “inventory logs, calibrated Dust compounds, stabilized mixtures—I keep everything organized. He shouldn’t have to waste time on…smaller tasks.”

[meloraan]

"really, do i let you rant to me, or am i just stuck in the same lab as you?" // woe, relationship bingo from the college friend be upon ye

percy bingo | accepting | @lightedsails

Percy snorts as he looks over the card, shaking his head with an exasperated little laugh. “Raleigh, I know you’re messing with me by filling this out,” he says, rolling his eyes as he sets the paper down on the lab bench.

Still, his mouth quirks upward despite himself. He taps the lone marked line with one finger, thoughtful, amused. “But I’ll take the single bingo as evidence for why we’re good pals.” A brief pause, then a dry smirk. “Even if your methodology is deeply questionable.”

[fatepowered]

"how could you possibly think that was a good idea?" // aaand vegetable vegeta @lightedsails to a18!

" who knew you could be so boring ? " 18 brushes her hands together, then places them on her hips. " we're getting you out of that god-awful shirt and into a color that actually works for you. Speaking of which, you know what color does work ? Pink. " / @lightedsails

[fatepowered]

"you think the itsy bitsy spider gave a fuck about the rain? NO. it climbed the spout again. lock in twin." // from a17 @lightedsails to a18, im doin archaeology in your meme tag rn

" the itsy bitsy spider didn't just spend money on getting its hair styled. you want to go out there and get drenched ? be my guest. don't drag me into it. " / @lightedsails

[moved-meridian]

"listen, you sit here and bleed, or you trust me." // from lys @lightedsails to sable

✧ Trust Sentences, Vol. 2 // accepting ✧

Sable glowered at the human who dared to find her in such a pitiable state. A bear trap had locked its jaws onto her ankle, snapped the bone, and now refused to budge while blood was pooling beneath her. She couldn't flee without gnawing her foot off...something she had been considering when this stranger appeared.

She bared her fangs and hissed a reptilian warning. She didn't trust this woman and did not know her. In all likelihood, she had been the one to set the trap. "I'd rather die." Never ever would she put herself onto the mercy of a human to survive. Not after how they treated her ancestors. "You touch me, and I'll bite your hand off."

[moved-meridian]

"you forgot the project deadline. again." // from raleigh @lightedsails to infra

✧ Trope-y: Academic Partners // accepting ✧

"And you care because...?" Raleigh was not Infra's superior. She doubted he was even a G.U.N. scientist. "Ah, right. Because you hate people and enjoy bothering them." She waved her elder along. "Go on then. Tell Ironwood I'm a few hours late. He'll be happy enough once he's seen what I've done."

The Model-I Badnik exosuit was ready for testing at last! She just needed Ironwood's approval to move from the alpha to beta. Which would also mean procuring some living subjects. "But if you come back, mind telling me which of your interns haven't been performing well? I could take them off your hands."

[moved-meridian]

"god, you're insufferable!" // from raleigh @lightedsails to infra, minus the 'lovers' part.

✧ Trope-y: Rivals to Lovers // accepting ✧

Infra rolled her eyes, never bothering to move her face away from the monitors within the hovering Eggmobile. What a blowhard. "No wonder you love Grimm. They probably crawl all over you just to get a whiff of your negativity."

She flipped a few switches to enable the tracking radar. Her own research specimen would be coming along in no time, and she needed new data for Metal. "Or am I smelling your old man musk? Because both are unpleasant."