! nsfw ! fic + lavenderheart
what if I say that..... I kinda wrote something with them a few weeks ago ( AND im still scared to show such stuff here but wink wink)
The room smelled of something sterile and old herbs — she had long grown accustomed to this smell over the time she had been visiting the object. The grey walls of the cells were never known for anything interesting; many humanoid objects were limited to basic comfort, including the Plague Doctor. No pictures. No planning boards. No note boards. No decorations. Nothing. Her tired gaze drifted somewhere toward the room, her glasses catching every imperfection in the corner's grey plaster. Dr. Karassco tried to keep her breathing even, though the weight settled across her lap made it difficult. His clawed fingers remained wrapped around the fabric of her lab coat. If her heartbeat or breathing rhythm changed, he would notice immediately, forcing her to meet his gaze without a word from him. Instead, he waited for an explanation, tilting his head like a curious bird — and Daria disliked such moments. Especially when he was so close to her, violating her personal space in every possible way. Yes, the Plague Doctor was in her lap.
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