#immaculxtes

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The curious glimmer within icy blues swiftly fades into careful neutrality, footsteps finally gently thunking against the metal cage of deepground's personal quarters. He doesn't offer a hello, not that he ever would given he was the one to be greeted first but she cannot help the acute annoyance that comes with having her opportunity ripped through fingers. The restrictor must have been particularly grating on their outing, or perhaps it was a waste of time to the immaculate one. “ He's back in his room. ” He hadn't exactly been allowed out during Weiss's abscense, the question would have been stupid if asked by anyone else but Tyrian understands well enough.

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How long had it been since the immaculate one managed to break free? Far too long she feels, envy and reverence combined into an amalgam of ugly feelings she does not yet know how to handle, has not ever felt before in her lifetime. Abandonment had been expected, of course, she is nothing more than a tool created for the sake of rending through flesh and completing her duties and the tool once feared while held highly had swiftly grown useless, restless in the absence of the being that gave her reason to strive for the best. Tyrian the lustrous had lost her shine, the crimson ichor tainting her fingertips so often an art now lost to her own bloody welts digging into alabaster flesh, near the same shade as the dress that pumps mako around her freezing body.

The familiar voice registers as little more than the usual hallucination, a cruel joke by those damned restrictors. Beasts that they are, their favorite toy an escapee and now their new object to ease frustrations on seemingly losing her mind, it makes her laugh softly while an icy blue cracks open and her nose scrunches slightly. Scents were no liars, vision and hearing could be altered but there was a unique smell to deepground's king, a distinct warmth to his touch despite his demeanor. The laughter dies down, fingertips gently digging into the meat of her cheek, thumb caressing the side of her face...

lets make this as quick as possible. because it was wrong in how it felt so right to be back in a lab once more. it was wrong to feel the hum of electricity beneath her skin and it felt normal. she had studied, interned, put in so many hours for a project- her project.

only to regret. only to lose. only to find herself in banora. raising her son with a husband. a kind man who overlooked that she had a child with an unknown father.

now a widower and that child now a teenager enlisting for this very company she was brought below. if angeal wasn't away. if genesis wasn't away. if her husband hadn't died then she would've never come or agreed. but they were all gone and shinra had sent turks to her step to request a consult. to pick her mind and review materials. test subjects. she knew failure and they wanted her to tell her what she spotted of it.

what she hadn't expected was the ivory child. large eyes that saw and knew too much. a child beneath the building, hidden away as a test subject and likely had never had a day or a moment of innocence. she was glad that angeal at least had that.

The woman scanned the man in front of her with utter contempt. Why the hell was he speaking about her at all?