OUCH!

today, abel got taken to the window. today, he heard the sound of rain hitting pavement and trees. he stood himself beside the open window where his sensors triggered every time the breeze hit above his lip, and his eyebrows, and his hair. a metronome ticked in the corner, his index finger tapping against the window sill in town. behind that, the old croon of a record filled the lab.

this was all very new. usually, he was in a room with no windows and bright lights and it had an immense lack of information. but right now, abel was bombarded with observations, it was exhilarating.

ada believed him -- or rather, she wanted to believe him. she wouldn't consider herself to be naïve, but she must've been to some extent seeing as she accepted a job without knowing what it required. her father called her foolish while her mother praised her ingenuity. neither opinion mattered. as far as ada was concerned, she was an orphan.

"you're here because i thought you'd want a break," she answers plainly. "i don't like being stuck in that white room either." her electronic pen dances swiftly across the screen, jotting down her observations. she was paid (not very well, mind you) to take notes and nothing more. her brilliant mind, wasted.

IN THE DEEP (horror and the sea for @antichrist-demoncore 🌊)