#maxwellxcarter

[higgsburyscience]

Spores

                                              ⚜  @maxwellxcarter​  ⚜

         The spores were fascinating. They glowed softly in the darkness as they slowly floated and bobbed through the air, an eerie beauty in the otherwise grim and unforgiving caves.

          Wilsa watched them with a sense of wonderment befitting a scientist, lantern in hand, eager to understand the purpose and function of the tiny, round lights above her. What were they, exactly? Was there a distinct connection between them and the mushroom trees?

           There was something distinctly strange about them. They made her feel strange, hot under her clothes, under her skin in a way that was most assuredly not natural. She started breathing a little faster, not enough for her to notice, her heart beating a little faster. Her pupils dilated. Her belly lurched.

            Wilsa clutched at her blouse with her free hand, and she tried to walk away, but she found herself unable to do so. She felt as though she were rooted to the spot, breathing and observing, flush and overcome.

             There was something wrong, something so very wrong.

             What were those things? What were they doing to her? Yet another cruel trick of the Island? The scientist couldn’t find it in her to panic.

              Somehow, she wasn’t even w o r r i e d.

[webberthespiderchild]

@maxwellxcarter

The fuzzy little spider child wandered among the tree filled forest, smiling and picking some food here and there for later as he went along, reaching the edge of the forest, which opened up into a grassy field of flowers and a few beehives here and there. He gasped and smiled a bit more. “I knew I’d get out of that forest sooner or later! Hm... I wonder if I should keep moving...” He mumbled, shrugging before plopping on the ground, and pulling out some food to snack on. 

[silencieuxmime-blog]

@maxwellxcarter Wes was looking around in a rather ditzy manner as he followed close behind Maxwell, his thoughts wandering to who knows where. When Maxwell finally speaks up to ask how Wes is doing, Wes furrows his brows in thought. He's doing pretty great, he thinks. He's got a camp, they've got firewood, there's food back at camp, and he isn't lonely, because he has Maxwell! Wes skips forwards to walk beside Maxwell, before smiling and nodding in response to the question. Soon after answering the question, Wes's thoughts start to wander again. What would he do without Maxwell? Wes knew he was rather helpless on his own. If he'd never met Maxwell, Wes knew he would still be back on the streets of France having to perform to even hope to get his next meal. He shivered at the thought.

[higgsburyscience]

The Scientist and the Sea

                                                          || @maxwellxcarter ||

      Wilson P. Higgsbury lived in a two-story house on a cliff overlooking the sea. It looked, at first sight, to be a rickety structure, barely holding its post on the top of the cliff, but when one got up to see it more closely, they found that it was indeed a rickety structure barely holding its post on the top of the cliff.

      Still, it suited his needs. It housed a decent laboratory, simple living quarters, and numerous tanks filled with live aquatic animals. It was high enough up to be safe from flooding (if not heavy winds), yet close enough to the water that he could drive down from time to time to collect samples, take readings, and check on the equipment he’d left down there on his cold and pebbly private beach.

      On this particular day, he was doing just that. A great storm had just blown through (he’d needed to effect some repairs to the house afterward, but nothing too severe), and it was time now to check on his equipment and see what sorts of creatures and things might have been washed up from the thrashing waves and raging winds.

       To this end, as soon as he was done with the housework, he loaded up some nets and tools and drove down to the beach as was his custom, parking at the line where pebbles and sand met thin yellow grass, taking his box of tools, and walking down the rest of the way to see what was what.

[higgsburyscience]

"This is my home." - maxwellxcarter

“I disagree,” Wilson says softly, resting fingertips on Maxwell’s sleeve without thinking. “This Island doesn’t suit you, Maxwell. Your talent’s going to waste here; megalomania like yours belongs back home in America.” He chuckles at his own joke, fingers ghosting along the brown fabric.His lips are lifted somewhat in a warm smile that needs encouragement to grow, and his eyes are fond, settled on the golden sunset ahead of them.

[silencieuxmime-blog]

“We’re all going to die in the end anyway.” - maxwellxcarter

@maxwellxcarter

Wes frowns, and pauses his task of collecting twigs in order to turn and look at Maxwell. The Frenchman hesitates, then tucks the twigs away into a backpack.

He takes a small step towards Maxwell, and gives him a concerned look. He wasn’t entirely sure, but he was worried that the pessimistic words from Maxwell might be signs of a downward spiral of some sort- or perhaps some sort of threat? Either way, it was cause for the mime to worry.

[chesters-trunk]

"The sun is awfully bright today." - maxwellxcarter

Is it? Chester squinted to look up towards the sky. Didn’t seem any brighter than yesterday. Or is it just the sun reflecting off the snow making it seem stronger? His answer to the man’s question being a idle shrug, he wasn’t sure.

[higgsburyscience]

❝ have you ever considered the idea that maybe, this world doesn’t revolve around you & your problems? ❞ - maxwellxcarter

Wilson scoffs, his eyes seeming paler than normal and his cheeks reddened somewhat. There’s sweat on his brow and blood on his lip and he is in complete disbelief that Maxwell just dared to say that to him. He seethes, breathing through his teeth, anger boiling faster and faster until it bubbles over into hoarse and furious shouting.“Of course! Of course I have you rat bastard! But you know what? I don’t care! This world is a farce, it’s a cruel, wretched, horrible fascimile of a world and I don’t belong in it! Monsters like you do!” He jabs a finger at Maxwell as if it were a knife. It’s quivering visibly.