#professor!verse

[professor-of-predators]

@livingsouloflove From: [x] 

“Forget about me! Look at you!” Jane hugged her friend gently, the smile on her face almost painful. “You have to tell me how you’re doing. Have you learned the gender yet?” 

She was almost excited for the next three hours. Hearing all the things she’d missed at ‘home’  made a giddy sort of joy bubble up in her. She hoped Elizabeth didn’t mind her gushing. She hoped she wouldn’t mind being around her family. And she hoped her friend had been alright since they’re left. So for now she waved off the questions to try and encourage her friend to go on.

“We’ve got plenty of time--” And dad will make me tell the whole thing anyway-- “Tell me how things are going.”

[professor-of-predators]

Tell us about some of your most memorable kisses. Who were they with? Where did it happen?

“Oh, gosh that’s a little, personal. Ah, . . . well, I remember my first kiss. It was just before I left for school, from a boy I a little younger than me. He wanted to give me a ‘parting gift.’ Very sweet.” She thought for a moment before continuing. “I remember kissing my first boyfriend for the last time too.” That’s all she’s willing to say, and she quickly moves on to a happier tone. “I remember the kiss Victor gave me on New Years the first year we were together; that was very memorable indeed.”

[professor-of-predators]

Deartuate

Lost Words Drabbles:Deartuate: to dismember

Jane felt her stomach begin to turn as she pulled a leg out of it’s socket. She’d been making her own stock for years. After growing up on a farm, butchering her own meat, dissecting countless animals, and cooking hundreds of thousands of bone-in dinners the sound of bones cracking still made her sick. 

She’d learned to hide most of it by now. She no longer flinched when she had to crack the ribs of a frog or cat in her lab, for instance. Her gag reflex had gotten much stronger since the first time she’d heard a bone crack back home. 

And yet. 

And yet, she had never quite managed to expel the feeling entirely. Especially when humans were involved. Victor’s work --her work-- requited the same detachment that she had from the animals she dissected, and yet she couldn’t help but feel a little sick pang when she heard a bone break. When teeth crunched through an arm or leg while she visited certain non-humans. And yet she couldn’t bring herself to keep these meals in the same freezer as the specimens she and Victor used for their work. 

Jane set aside her chicken bones and went to look for a container. That was enough bone-breaking for today. 

[professor-of-predators]

slurred words + livingsouloflove

Send “slurred words” for drunk descriptions!

“You know, it’s been a tough year for her.” Jane frowned, as if she could shame the Universe itself. “Her father, her job, her boyfriend, her-” she made a vague hand gesture “everything! It’s just so much! But then sometimes, if it’s quiet and she’s not working, she looks . . . happy.” Jane looked back at the stranger again, hopeful, if concerned. “I want her to be happy. She deserves that at least.”

[professor-of-predators]

What's the best kiss you've ever had?

“Best ever?” She frowned. Didn’t they know that was a contradiction of terms? She calculated at least a few decades of kisses to come; how could she possible choose the best ever now? 

“How about the best so far?” She said, smiling. “I remember a kiss so good I locked myself out of my apartment! It was absolutely magical.”

[professor-of-predators]

Do you ever think about getting married? What sort of wedding would you want?

“Sometimes.” She smiled to herself. “I like the idea of a summer wedding. Something outdoors, maybe? Dad would like it if we could do it at the old house. And of course Victor gets input as well.” She felt the blush on her cheeks and shook her head. “It’s fun to imagine, especially since in my head I can ignore all the logistics. In reality? I just hope we’re together for a good long time.” 

[professor-of-predators]

When I was young–I’m still young, right?

[X] 

“Of course!” Jane assured automatically, smiling. It was easy to admit, even if like most other professors Jonathan was a few years older than her. He had a sort of childish wonder she admired. Added to the fact that he still played Pokemon, she couldn’t help but think of him as younger. “You’re certainly not old. Now, what were you going to say?”