"A period within which his thoughts were kept only to bound pages, some weak-handed jab at the advantaged who’d seldom not gaze at him soft and deadly-eyed, trained smile playing upon his lips to ask in his way of practiced friendliness the progress of any such pursued research. A study upon the self, and the quieter few who’d he’d once been keen to leer at as if stupefied."
Here's to an upcoming fanfiction I'd like to have posted sometime in April, or late March. Exploring the intricacies of Micolash's relationship with himself and Edgar and including all the exposition I'd like which may be far too much (I lie, there's never enough exposition). It may include some strange tense-shifting here and there to support the foundation of the writing, but that's neither here nor there.
Anyway, what is kindled between those two is anything but natural. My only comment. They are very, very bad at adhering to safe lab practices. (The posted passage concerns Micolash and Laurence, for extra context)
