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" tell me what do you need. " the voice of @davin0s nearby sounds almost worried and occtis fights the urge to laugh hysterically at the thought, lest he gives their location out.

a few meters away another carnage is taken place and all he needs to do to end it is stop shaking. he grits his teeth, closes his eyes and breathes, just to remind himself he's still here. it's not okay, but it's the closest thing he'll get to being okay, given the circumstances.

( a better woman, a good woman )

those are the days when she needs him the most.

there is something so... pure in the way doctor ryland grace experiences the world; with wonder, with curiosity. childlike in his pursuit of both knowledge and friendship. how a person like that can remain intact in a dying world, she's none the wiser, but she guesses she could thanks the americans for their relentless optimism. unfortunately, it rubs off, she believes. she used their expression to name her project, after all.

( hail mary, full of— )

" doctor grace? " she finds him at his lab, making balloons out of rubber gloves. carl was laughing before she entered, even doctor lokken was trying to hide a smile. doctor lokken...

" what is the meaning of this? " she asks trying to make sense of the spectacle in front of her, her gaze going from one person to the other until her eyes finally find ryland's, just above his always down, always crooked glasses.

" silly can feel good. " is all @topshelfperverts gives her in reply. childlike in all but appearance, apparently.

she sighs and feels twice her age once more. " i don't doubt that, but i would appreciate you use your time outside of the laboratory to be silly. " she explains, soft but firm, as one would with a toddler, and while carl and lokken seem almost apologetic, ryland still wears a inflated glove above his head like the crest of a rooster.

he should be surprised at the sheer speed at which trinkets are extracted and explained in front of him, almost like a form of whiplash. by now, however, he is more than familiar with how her brain works, and he can do nothing but smile softly as she introduces him to each item individually.

" they're all lovely, " he replies warmly, tipping the reliquary this way and that to watch the items inside tumble over one another. " I look forward to being able to use them, wear them or display them somewhere special, thank you. "

balancing the box in one hand, he places the other on the back of her head. his fingers weave into the soft pink tresses and gently find the base of her skull, using it to pull her towards him once more. her kiss still burns on the side of his cheek like a brand. it will linger -- as every one does -- and so he finds himself moved to return the favour. he nuzzles at her forehead to remove the strands of hair that hide it and presses a long, deliberate kiss to her skin. omen holds her there for only a second or two, though part of him longs to keep her close to him even longer.

" you are as much a gift to me as any of these are, perhaps the most precious one of all, in fact. "

( god has never been kind to her; she thought she had already made peace with it )

" this isn’t what i signed up for. " @saviorsofstars sounds desperate and she cannot look him in the eye. she wants to be cold and tell him he actually didn't signed up for anything. she basically requested him here and, like the rest of the world, he had no choice but to comply.

( she wants to tell so many things )

but her voice seems to have abandoned her and her hands tremble and she cannot, will not, look him in the eye. " please, grace, don't make this harder than it needs to be, " she says, voice nothing more than a shaky breath and it is the closest thing she's ever been from begging.

there is a doctor waiting for her command to come in and sedate him, launch is scheduled by midday. she still hopes he can find it in his heart to be the man she knows he is inside.

      ❝       stop squirming!       ❞       a hand is placed on his jaw,   holding his head still as she attempts to put on the face mask sheet on his face.     hers is already resting against her skin,   put on the split of a second as if it's second nature   (   and it might as well be,   at this point   ).     and of course,   as his sister,   hana wouldn't let raphael out of the fun,   pulling from the package a second mask,   a matching set with colorful patterns.       ❝       come on,   the fastest you put it on the fastest you can take it off.     not before we take pictures,   though!       ❞

        ❛❛   I said                 no               Hana                ❜❜       the scientist grumbles,   putting a mighty effort into tearing himself away from her hold.   Soft and dainty as she seemed,   she would prove to have a surprising amount of strength when she puts her mind to it,   perhaps it was all those years of practically wrestling her siblings                 and now him by default.   But unlike how it is with her and Atsushi,   he never initiates fights,   the moment he's within her vicinity,   the need to start a beating possesses her like a demon   ...   he still wonders if this is ordinary sibling behavior,   but what would he know ?

   He pulls away again,   successfully freeing himself from her vice grip for a split second,   but she grabs him again,   weaseling her way through his pushing and pulling.   Another grumble,   irritation dripping from a usually gentle tone,   hadn't been enough that he lets her invade his apartment ?   She has to drag him into her beauty routine now ?        ❛❛   I don't need a mask                ❜❜       Raphael complains,   a hint of panic in his voice now as she mentions pictures,   this is a form of cruelty that needs to be studied !   After much struggle,   he manages a firm hold on her wrists,   but no matter how much he pulls she would squeeze at his face even harder.     ❛❛   This is ridiculous,   let go !   ❜❜

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