#professorcromwell

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[ ooc ] oh, thank you so much! i’ll get down to brass tacks in a little while, and sorry for not answering this right away –– i got a little sidetracked.

[purgethischoler--archive-blog]

+ professorcromwell

Excuse me. Miss -- [ a glance at something in his hands ] -- Cromwell? I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but I believe you dropped these a few blocks back.

[ He jangles the lanyard and keys in his left hand. She appears to match the museum identification card attached to the lanyard, but in this poor light he can hardly tell. ]

I would assume you'd like them back, yes?

[sickxride-blog]

Application

Name: Dr. Eumelia Ann Cromwell. Eumelia also works. Age:28 Height:5'8'' Location: Gotham City Interests: History, medieval torture devices, tea, research, reading, music, working, archiving, translating texts, and bubble baths. Why do you want to be my valentine: Well, it's a rather ridiculous and inane holiday but I've never had an official 'Valentine' before. So, I suppose I could buy you things and do...whatever else the title entails? We can discuss the terms further of course if you accept my application.

"Torture devices, hm? Sure. Accepted. Shall we discuss the rest over tea?"

[jonnycrane-archive]

"Well then maybe you should have said something! Ever think of that?"

"...—I wasn't aware that it would be such an issue." You could at least apologize, Jonathan.

[fischerdreamsofbeaches]

professorcromwell replied to your post: My family attempted to get me to try ...

[[ Awwww ;^; if you ever need fluff I can make it happen]]

[ Aw, thank you! <3 I don't know if I could get Robert to work with me on fluff, either. Lemme try working on drafts and see how it goes. ]

psychicliddell replied to your post: My family attempted to get me to try ...

[buries robbie is puppies and kisses and cuddles] dere. [also buries you in love and cuddles and puppies]

[ All the wonderful things <3 thank you :) ]

[fischerdreamsofbeaches]

✉

Message “✉” to me, i’ll shuffle my itunes songs, and i’ll tell you what our song is.

Will you say you love me Jo?How am I supposed to know?When you go under the wasteWhat am I supposed to say?I see people on the floorThey’re slidin’ to the seaCan’t stay here anymoreWe’re turning into thieves

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I see you rushing nowTell me how to reach youI see you rushing nowWhat did Harvard teach you?

"Sea of Love" by The National 

[fischerdreamsofbeaches]

[fischerdreamsofbeaches]

00:00:00

       "I told you, we can't afford that deal, nor can we afford to lose the contract, as a result." Robert hissed into the mouthpiece of his phone, letting the person on the other end get the full fury of his anger and dislike. "Fix it. Make them lower the payment for the contract or we have to find another foundry for all our metals." 

       Robert hung up the phone call on the other person with another huff. Thus far, his day hadn't been going according to his agenda and how he would have liked. First, it was the bloody cabbie driver this morning and getting stuck in traffic, then, two meetings had been canceled by the other parties. Then, to top it off, one of the foundries he had been working with for several years had decided they wanted to unnecessarily raise the price on some of their contracted metals. Robert was well aware of the current prices on the stock market, so it was complete and utter bullshit. They could either keep to the terms on their contract, including the agreed prices, or they could lose their partnership entirely. Robert didn't want to deal with ignoramuses like them, anyhow. 

       Stepping out of the stuffy building moments ago had been nice, but he had been occupied by the call. Now, Robert heaved a heavy sigh and inhaled the crisp, cool air into his lungs. Everything in this world was moving too quickly, and goddamn it, even their love lives were scheduled out and had little timers set to go off when they met their soulmate. It didn't even matter if they get along, they were just destined to be for each other. Robert wasn't sure how he felt about this. It was weird, for him, because he was still hoping, after all this time, despite having met so many people with no results. Perhaps his clock was faulty. He had heard of faulty countdowns before. Robert had foregone checking his timer months ago, fearing what he would see, but now, he simply couldn't resist. Perhaps it had reached 00:00:00 without his noticing and he really had missed his soulmate. 

        The clock hadn't reached all zeroes, but it was getting closer. 00:18:56. Just under a month. Why did he torture himself like this? He supposedly had only eighteen more days, and perhaps he would check his agenda to check where he would be at that time... But he chose not to. Instead, he forced it from his mind and pretended not to remember. It made things easier that way.

        Fifteen days later, Robert came down with a cold. He was miserable and called into his office, letting his assistant know he wouldn't be coming in and to cancel any appointments in the time being. Three days of sickness and two cough drops left, Robert realized he needed to go out to the grocery and pharmacy to pick up new medication and food. Bundling up, he left the comfort of his flat, which he preferred to keep at a balmy 76 degrees. Stepping outside was like stepping into a baltic hell for him. 

        Robert kept his head ducked down against his shoulders, trying to shield off the cold from his neck. A sneeze knocked him off balance, just as he stepped on a thick patch of ice. Robert's feet slid out from under him and he landed with a painful grunt on his backside. Robert blinked and stared up at the sky, considering just giving up and letting the colds, both of them, take over. Just then a face came into view and peered down at him with a concerned look. 

       "Are you alright?" 

        "Yeah." 

A hand helped him up, and a pulse began throbbing in his wrist. Robert remembered the day.

       "It's you, isn't it?" Robert sneezed again.