#ch:aes

Well then suddenly There was no one left standing In the hall, In a flood of tears That no one really ever heard fall at all I went searchin' for an answer, Up the stairs and down the hall Not to find an answer Just to hear the call of a nightbird singing, Come away...

Her hair is dark blonde, maybe honey. It was tied back. Uh, she was slim, about 25, 26. She had very delicate features. Her eyes are sort of catlike. Wide, but alert. Her lips are full, she has a long neck, high cheek bones. Skin is smooth and bright. She had a lost look in her eye that was both direct and also chilling. She's totally focused yet almost entirely inaccessible.

So beautiful that if her face were reflected in a pool the image of her face remained for a year and a day

She stares at the shiny card placed in her palm and grips it hard enough that the dull edges dig marks into her skin. She hadn't agreed to the offer, but this feels like an answer. [Ao3] [Template] [Icon]

"Because," Yui said slowly, "if they wanna know, I'll just tell them." Medical information was not meant to be hoarded. That defeated the entire purpose of accessible medical care. She had no problem with people wanting to make and learn about medicine. If anything, Yui encouraged it. [FFnet]

Grant once told her that RK was designed to hunt deviants, and the focus with which he moves now drives the point home. Part of her marvels at his ability to ghost through the building without drawing any attention to himself. Nobody spares them a second glance—it’s as though RK doesn’t exist. [Ao3]

“I seem to be involved in a lot of people’s plans lately,” she returns with the same polite, half-assed smile. “And I’m always the last to know about it. It’s getting rather grating.” [Ao3]

Grant chuckles, shooting a sly smile over his shoulder. “This does seem a bit like a mafia cliche, doesn’t it?” [Ao3]