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cont. — @scumb4gs
" Like —— " Ever more is he almost baited into a predictable asperity. " Grating on my nerves; doth thee think me a fool ? "
The laughter was first to tip his balances into a vile choler, then the innocuous scoot. Strangling the strong hilt of his spear, Ornstein is tempted to turn its blade into the facets of that laughing death mask.
" Yes, thee. Do not tarry with me. I am in no mood. "
the door hadn't announced him. no hurried steps, no warning. just a quiet shift in the room as he entered. zeno didn't speak immediately, but just watched, his gaze settling with slow calculation --- examining everything within the lab. victor didn't react to his entrance, nor did he even show any sign of acknowledgement [ ... ] he just resumed his work, as if he were still alone. a noticeable stiffness occurred in the doctor's shoulders now, with the additional presence in the room, but there was a clear refusual to turn around. it wasn't absence, it was avoidance. and that, zeno noted, was clear. extremely obvious, actually. interesting, he thought. curiousity was in how long victor thinks he can maintain this.
he moved at his own pace, taking his time to walk deeper into the lab. footsteps fell heavy with intent, making it impossible for the doctor to not hear. zeno stopped mere feet behind him, allowing silence to fall between them before an irritated sigh escaped lips. " you've been ignoring me. that's unlike you. " then, clicking came from lighter as a cigarette was carefully lit. there was another pause between lighting and taking a drag, smoke leaving lungs, and entirely disregarding the work space --- disrespect disguised as casual behaviour. " i called you. repeatedly. " ⭑ ⡐ @scumb4gs for victor.
@scumb4gs cont'd
‘ The dead keep good watch, Lieutenant-Colonel, ‘ his Major says.
They would tell us about the wounded. They would warn us!
Rick hasn’t replied, biting back the urge to roll orders over the superstitious. Unlike many, the Major was brave. He feared no living thing. But he was afraid.
‘ Send that drunken mauvais sujet away, ‘ he finally says, battering back again what he knew couldn’t be true.
He turns to the only one who had come running up from below through the sandy embrasure walls, wind billowing through the sun-baked outsides of it and pummelling heat and sand into them. He hisses through his teeth.
‘ Eighteen out and you’re the only one back. Where’s the Colonel? ‘
leon's apartment was by no means utiliterian, it had it's own charm. paperwork strewn across marbled counters, the occasional empty coffee mug that left stains on his favorite side table, and the ghost of tom ford cologne that bled into dark brown leather furniture. modern, with a hint of antiquity. the amount of guests that leon usually invites over is neglible, but tonight, he could add to the tally. a particular guest that he was almost apprehensive to host. not that he was particularly worried about victor making a mess of things. no. it was more of the new borderline violating vulnerability with the scientist.
he didn't anticipate their relationship becoming so intimate. didn't really think it would go further than leon showing up at vic's and pushing him to towards the bed. of course, it evolved into staying later and later into the night. now, they were here. the feeling of having him in his space - cooking - conversing - it was unfamiliar but pleasant. the proud cut of his jaw clenches and releases as the key turns in it's lock. he pushes the door open and holds it for vic to walk in. he yields his usual aloof smirk as he head tilts inwards to the living room. "make yourself at home, @scumb4gs. i'll get started in the kitchen."
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She’s broken, a piece of humanity ironically left in the body of a monster. She cannot die – though if she could, she gets the feeling the computer would make sure she doesn’t. There had been a great big storm swiping her off her feet and landing her somewhere new with quiet computer banks and slithering wires snaking about. The ground is rusting metal, bolted to soil beneath and open to the swirling false sky AM had made for the survivors – if there were any. The wraith was possibly an exception and there is no Whitefield Heights to call back to her anymore. So she roams the world the deranged machine conjured with no knowledge of where she’s going, or when this is.
Limping, she approaches one of the computer banks – it comes to life, its screen flickering to life before her. Absently, she presses a few buttons – then types in her name. Rebecca Philips. The name she would not forget no matter how much AM’s processors attempted to erase it.
“Re… be…. cca”, she murmurs as she finishes writing, then presses ENTER.
i've hit people for less. / caleb for eddie <3
STIRRING THE POT STARTERS … 「✦ a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness! 「 i've hit people for less 」 - FROM @scumb4gs / caleb.
" is that any way to speak to the man that loves you ? " tone was gentle, almost appearing heartbroken at those words. but why? why would his chosen bride say such harsh words to him. the groom tilt his head, allowing that blood-shot gaze to sweep over the reagent's shoulders [ ... ] his arms. eddie didn't look at his muscular build with intimidation; he looked at it was a clinical, though patronizing curiosity. like a tailor examining a suit that needs some drastic alterations. " after everything i've done to prepare our home? you break my heart, darling. you really do. " there was a step forward, another inch clipped away between the two of them. & for a moment more eddie held a softness in his features; everything he spoke came from true belief. " oh, look at you. you're panting. that little heart of yours is racing, isn't it? " he took another step, like snipping away another piece of fabric, effortlessly closing in more on caleb. " we can discuss things, my dear. we're going to be together forever, we must learn to have proper conversation. "
victor stands so close, leon can feel the gravity of his large stature pull him in. everything about this place seems invasive, clinically so. how could it not? the agent has never been particularly jazzed about being boxed in, but isn’t life a gift that keeps on giving?
his chin bucks in the opposite direction of the scientist’s gaze, his tongue clicking off the back of his teeth. he knows vic isn’t entirely aware or, rather, cares about the space he really commands. it’s an attractive trait. “no,” he starts, “not bothered, just….curious as to why you’re looking at me like you’re wanting to pick me apart.”
leon doesn’t move away, in fact, he turns his body to face victor head on. he gazes right back up at his visor and inwardly decides to ease up. a smooth smirk graces his lips as his elbows rest back on the table. “do i look like something you want to get inside of, @scumb4gs?”
you did this ? for me ? / from vic ofc to zeno
› RANDOM DIALOGUE (QUESTIONS) PROMPTS . " you did this ? for me ? " from @scumb4gs
demeanour didn't change when questions were asked. if anything, zeno allowed words to linger longer just because he asked. cigarette brought to lips, gaze overlooking the city skyline from grand windows within his penthouse. inhale & exhale of smoke, he didn't look back at victor yet, " [ ... ] you were expected. " a slight pause, his gaze was steady, unmoved by the implication. he inhaled smoke again, finally turning to the doctor. " i don't leave variables unaccounted for. " the sunset was strong, casting in through the open concept of the place. zeno stared for a brief second more before stepping closer, form nonchalant as he tapped into a nearby ashtray. " -- why does this surprise you? "
