#glgatha

‘ i understand why you’re hesitant, doctor, but i’m not here to get in your way. you know they’re upping security in this place for a reason. ‘ a reason that sebastian was not entirely privy to (the umbrella corporation was rife with secrets layered upon secrets) but he figured easily that one of their prized researchers would have a better understanding than him.

fun fact: even a G infected william would probably still be like what the fuck! @ bee

   coffee is placed down on the desk, cappuccino bitterness in some too plain styrofoam cup and pallid digits drumming along the surface with the intent of starting a conversation.  ❝ i do admire scientists, y’know. that whole lab coat thing, flawless. bags under your eyes? natural beauty. buuut, all that research is a complete pain in my ass to even think about. ❞  finally, the cup is slid towards the other male just so his hands can be preoccupied with scattered files.

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HOS / accepting !@glgatha

         THE AIR TURNS SICK  where she gasps, each little breath opening her insides to a flood of red.  a broken rib pierces into her lung & another feels as if it’s burrowing deep into her entrails.  they tangle, they knot, they  ache  to spill from her skin & settle with a quiet whimper.  even as her eyelids grow heavy & her lips crack upon exposure to cruel, cold air, annette refuses to rest.  the incessant sirens pronounce each sensation with a horrible emphasis.  her wrist trembles bare  ——  her electronic band gifted to claire & taken down, down, down into safety.  they’ll  thrive  where she failed.

         it’s terribly  generous,  she thinks, for the virus to reveal its host.  to peel back mountains of raw muscle & sinewy tissue like a blooming carnation in spring.  from there, william’s pert nose exposes itself.  then his eyes, then his teeth caught in a grinding agony.  a pathetic & frail figure drowned in a sea of power.  she knows that this pain isn’t truly his fault, but she still issues blame with a dying grudge.  golgotha saw their daughter as an empty vessel & cared for nothing more.  annette was the one left to  watch  a parasitic embryo steal the color from rosy cheeks  ——  to ramble helplessly, thinking that she would outlast her only daughter.

         neither of them deserve to live through this.

         mhm - hm  …   ❜   annette manages to muster a weak hum in agreeance.  with great effort, she drags her body by the forearms to be closer to him  ( not the creature that consumed her husband, but  HIM ! ), a contorted torso slickened by her own blood.  the crown of her head nestles comfortably into infected flesh.  it’s burning, burning hot as the warmth spills from her body & her vision blurs before a woefully familiar face.  the lab threatens to give under their weight with every passing second.   

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         EVEN DURING BREAKS,  annette’s work follows like a shadow.  colorful post - it notes crumble within her pockets & heavy bags grow upon her face.  it’s always the same meal :  lukewarm coffee from the nearby vending machine & yogurt laced with sprinkles of granola.  she can count the steps down the hall perfectly, her footsteps following the patterned tile below.

         the rumble of her falling drink masks his approach  ——  causes her to jump a bit before settling into a velvet smile.  william’s presence was a welcome deviance from her social routine, & they soon retire to an isolated table.  their lunch is mostly silent save for the occasional scrape of a utensil against plastic, but she doesn’t mind at all.  existing next to each other is enough.

         it’s difficult for her to tear herself away from the comfort.  warm bodies & warmer hearts.  delicately, she twirls a yellow cowlick between her fingers & watches the strands shine under bright, bright fluorescent bulbs.  it comes as a hushed murmur, her voice an extract of honey & vanilla :