#corxner

and how long will this one last before being thrown into the grinder ?  or better yet , become a test subject to continue his research on a mind-controlling virus .  try and figure out the perfect combination to retain someone's memories while having the ultimate say on what they do and how they think .

“ i will need a full report of that meeting , mr maxwell . ”      the heads of rhodes hill tended to gather at least twice a week to provide updates on everything .  while victor didn't actually need the details in written  ( memory being particularly and dangerously good by its own ) , he still had to play the part to appear . . .  ‘ normal ’ .

that valley had been long forgotten .  victor was quite the sight and yet it's details like having an assistant what helped him keep that mask of seeming normalcy .

at least his demons are quiet and by his demons, he means Charlie. Charlie's always quiet when alcohol is introduced. it's probably why he used to drink so much, but ever since he met Faust, he hasn't really needed the drink. Faust keeps the demons at bay enough himself. he's like his prince charming, ready to slay the dragon at any given notice.

Faust had left Oliver at the table to go get their drinks and that's when Oliver noticed the guy following Faust, his eyes narrowing slightly as his stomach clenched uncomfortably at the sight. at first, he figured Faust wouldn't have minded so he didn't get involved, until his friend turned his head and looked uncomfortable himself. standing up to greet him when he came to the table, Oliver cleared his throat as he looks at the other guy, "hey, darling," he says, letting the pet name slip off his tongue in a smooth manner, his eyes never leaving the other man's. "who's your friend ?? i thought we promised it was just going to be us tonight." he's lying through his teeth and he hopes Faust catches onto the game he's playing as he leans forward to gently take the drinks out of Faust's hands. then, he turns back to the strange man. "if you don't mind, me and my partner have a date to attend to. please leave."

@corxner sent : PINNED + reverse

footsteps...   measured   &   silent,   yet   reverberating   like   a   thunderclap   within   her   mind.   the   faint   creak   of   the   floorboards   sent   a   chill   racing   down   her   spine.   the   moonlight   painted   silver   streaks   across   the   room,   casting   long,   whispering   shadows   &   in   it   she   saw   the   clock's   longer   hand   rested   upon   the   number   three.   pushing   the   sheets   aside,   she   slipped   out   of   bed,   her   hand   instinctively   reaching   for   the   firearm   on   the   bedside   table   ;   the   cold   metal   against   her   palm   offered   a   sense   of   solace.   she   always   ensured   her   revolver’s   cylinder   was   fully   loaded,   particularly   in   the   current   circumstances...   her   work   at   the   fbi,   however,   was   far   from   the   primary   reason   she   risked   hosting   unwelcome   visitors.   

she   cocked   the   hammer   before   wrapping   her   fingers   around   the   door   handle,   easing   it   down   with   deliberate   caution.   her   suspicions   melted   away   in   seconds.   there   stood   faust,   quietly   preparing   to   leave,   though   it   was   glaringly   obvious   his   departure   had   nothing   to   do   with   work   ——   if   there   was   even   a   chance   that   jack   had   called   him   in   the   first   place   for   however   forceful   he   tended   to   be,   this   time   he's   seemed   instant   on   the   two   of   them   taking   a   step   back.   his   movements   carried   a   nervous   energy,   betraying   an   intent   he’d   rather   keep   hidden.   

Why would he embrace the fact that @corxner had taken a bullet for him? That the blood seeping from the wound; covering Will’s hands like paint, wasn’t his own? And the dreading reality that everything he had worried had manifested like a nightmare, strung out on all impossibly—who said Faust could be here in the field and why? Will’s brown eyes soften as his hands find purchase against Faust’s wound applying pressure, holding and securing it until the EMTs arrive. It’s much like Hobbs residence trying to ensure Abigail survives when the blood just pours and pours. And he knows the eyes of the killer just looks at him, seeing what Will desperately wishes to hide, and delights in it.

“You’re a fool.” It’s not meant to hurt him. Just to soothe Will. Will’s arm slides under him and he’s moving to bring him to the ambulance gesturing a EMT down to assist him and assess Faust’s wounds. Will is weirdly quietly, as if planning what he wants to say; scripting it out and finalizing it all in his head because Faust was going to get it. And what would the others say about his heroics? As if his undying loyal allegiance to Will wasn’t questionable already! How does Will begin to protect Faust from himself?

He waits until the wound is cleaned and wrapped, ambulance lights flickering; the muffled sounds of cops working around the scene outside the vehicle. Will sits by Faust’s side rudely and impatiently dismissing a cop that has gotten him at Jack’s request. He would talk to Jack later. And he didn’t care if he was being subordinate. It wasn’t the first time and wouldn’t be the last. They needed him more than he ever needed them.

he still remembers that sting he felt after faust said goodbye .  it confused him for days , not because he didn't understand why but because he was well aware he wasn't about to let go of him that easily .  he already knows this and proof of it was how he went as far as buying a place close to faust's apartment  -  one that guaranteed a view to it through the window .

weeks had passed now .  despite being blessed with the opportunity of a normal life , victor simply couldn't have that .  that fully human body of his felt wrong , it felt incomplete .  unnatural .  keeping him awake at night  ( along with many thoughts )  and deciding to welcome the nemesis parasite once more .  the changes just about the same as before ; his body was familiar with it now that it had gone through those changes .  adapting again was easy , bringing peace to his mind .

and yet , he still felt uneasy .  something felt . . .  wrong .

stupidly , he believes it could be something physical .  an odd leftover after his body fully converted to that monstrous nemesis state  -  he studies his own body , checking what he could do on his own .  not that it was difficult ; having been gifted with elpis and also the younger man's blood made it easy to be a bit more reckless on things .

nothing was coming off wrong in any test , any chart , any check up .  what then ?

it's during a night that he happens to be observing faust from the window in the comfort of his secret apartment that he makes a painful realization .  the younger man looked so peaceful .  enjoying the night as he cooked dinner after work  -  victor had studied each and every detail of his routine , memorizing it with ease .  sometimes faust looked far more at ease than he ever did when the doctor was around .  even after they had been passionately intimate . . .  it was almost like he was seeing a completely different man .

that ache twists in his chest again , making him breathe out in discomfort .  it couldn't possibly be a real physical anomaly  -  he already made sure to check .  a blink and a moment to dive deeply in thought .  how stupid . . .  of course he wasn't sick or dealing with an aftermath from the battle that should have killed him .

he had a broken heart .

so comes the realization that his obsession for the younger man was more than just that .  more than fascination and perhaps morbid curiosity .  it was something as ridiculous as love .  almost offensive how faust had managed to have such a bold effect on victor  -  the convenient part of it though ?  he now knew that faust was wrong when he said victor had never loved him .

it brings him hope .  to win him back , to own him again .  

now he had to figure out how to prove that .

@corxner sent: ⋆ cuddling under a blanket

difficult   it   was...   to   fathom   what   to   make   of   it   all.   what   had   transpired.   where   it   had   led.   it   wasn't   the   first   time   she   had   felt   the   cold,   gleaming   silver   blade   pressed   to   her   throat   -   nor   would   it   be   the   last,   she   supposed.   &   yet,   it   was   nearly   impossible   to   distinguish   individual   emotions   amidst   the   hurricane   that   stormed   through   her   mind,   heart,   &   body.   perhaps   it   was   that   confusion   that   prompted   faust   to   drape   a   blanket   around   her,   to   sit   by   her   side,   to   allow   her   to   lean   into   those   welcoming   arms.   the   rush   of   adrenaline   is   an   intoxicating   thing...   it   wasn't   often   that   she   found   herself   outmastered   by   the   mindlike   predators.   the   thought   of   the   blade   sinking   deeper   was   as   terrifying   as   it   was   thrilling,   always   had   been.   she   made   no   effort   to   keep   herself   from   teetering   on   the   brink   of   two   worlds,   uncertain   if   it   would   be   her   last   of   experiences.   yet   she   let   him   interpret   her   silence   however   he   pleased,   even   as   she   gently   rested   her   forehead   in   the   crook   of   his   neck   ;   her   eyes   fixated   on   the   scar   adorning   his   neck.   she   had   never   inquired   about   the   tale   behind   it... but   if   he   had   seen   the   reason   for   the   stitches   on   the   side   of   her   own   neck,   it   seemed   only   fair   for   him   to   reveal   just   as   much   as   well. 

“... why are you staring at me like that? I look weird, don't I?”

memes. ╱ always accepting.

　He does not think the proper word would be 'weird'. Far from it. Had he known @corxner would clean up so incredibly well he might have put a little more effort in his own appearance. It was becoming increasingly challenging to avert his gaze, darkened eyes drawn to all the little details of his clothes and the colors against his friend's skin.

Faust looks breathtaking really. Will's lungs feel snug tight and yearning. He cannot really help the way his hand brushes against the low of Faust's back, fingers suspended there and refusing to move away and give them some discretion. Aware of the potential workplace gossip and the complications it could bring, he understands it's best for Faust not to be romantically linked with him. And yet, he would very much like to entangle them both so thoroughly with each other there would be no mistaking what they are to each other.