#therationalmind

[wargem-blog]

@therationalmind

❛ No no, officer, we just had a little problem, you see, Steven and I were playing around with swords – I mean, not that you’d play with them, obviously you’d fight with them – and it just got lodged in the roof and Amethyst is on a mission with Garnet ... Why are you here again? ❜

[foxmuldcr]

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       “Scully-- Scully. Are you paying attention?”

       He had gone to a great deal of trouble to prepare        this slideshow about Bigfoot and related local lore;        Mulder knew it would only been seen by Scully,        but that was the point. 

[untcldsarchive]

@therationalmind

              “You alright there, lady?” There’s only the tiniest amount of CONCERN in her tone — she’s not in the business of worrying much about other people, especially when they’re carrying weapons — but it’s more than most might give her. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

[foxmuldcr]

@therationalmind

Mulder was used to his office being silent; he even preferred it that way, to an extent. But the silence that had settled in it since she left was different. It made the entire place -- cluttered and cramped as it was -- stretch out into a foreboding, lonely sort of emptiness. It was not the same place now that he had grown accustomed to her presence within it. 

So he left it, albeit for a short time. This must have been his third visit to her in the past two days, and he hoped she didn’t mind-- he stopped by a nearby florist’s on his way to her apartment and grabbed a dozen roses; the woman manning the cash register was beginning to recognize him, even remember his name. He decided then to buy a box of chocolates too, just for the hell of it. 

His knuckles knocked gingerly at her door. He could not help but act with a newfound softness when it came to Scully, despite knowing she would hate such treatment. Mulder was indebted to her-- in awe of her, and, frankly, terrified for her. Terrified that he had dragged her into this convoluted labyrinth of conspiracies and lies-- that it had gotten so far as to endanger her life. 

[spcrkcd-blog]

@therationalmind

                        ‘  I'm fine, --- you said all the bleeding was internal.                    that’s where the blood is supposed to be, right ?? ‘

[maudlindays-blog]

@therationalmind​

The feverish click of heels sounded through the halls of the J. Edgar Hoover Building, their echoes coming in a consistent and almost methodical loop as they retraced their steps, scurried forward, and stopped as their owner took brief breaks to draw in deep breaths and compose herself. It was only her first day on the job, and Amal was lost. Clutching her briefcase to her side, she silently reassured herself that she would find her destination-- that she would not blow this internship. Checking again that the lanyard around her neck affirmed her clearance to the more ominous parts of the bureau building, she started down another series of hallways in search of the X-Files unit. 

It was not until she found herself in an especially desolate corridor that a man with a grey suit and copious wrinkles-- a man that almost struck her as reptilian-- offered her some directions. Lighting his cigarette, she forced herself to smile as he explained, some sort of amusement in his eyes when she mentioned the X-Files unit. She thanked him and moved on, making her way to the basement. 

The basement floor felt more like a storage area than a place where an office was-- it was far more silent and subdued than what she had observed so far-- but soon enough, she found her destination. It was tucked away, as if intentionally hidden, and she began to question the judgement of her cigarette smoking guide. With a few more clicks of her heels she neared the door, finding it slightly ajar, and knocked. 

“Hello?”

[spookybelief-blog]

@therationalmind​.

❛ – that the shadow was actually dark matter that had ... ❜ His voice trails off, and the conspiracy falls softly to the ground and lands on Scully’s neatly ironed pants. ❛ Scully? ❜ Automatically, as if it has become second nature to him, he reaches out to place a hand upon her shoulder. It starts out as a soft, barely-there touch in order not to scare her. ❛ Scully? Are you alright? This was a bad idea, come on, I’ll take you home. ❜ He’s already planning how to guide her to his car.