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@mclti​: “You cannot help but love Earth if you grow up in space.” ellie to enoch xox / MARASENNA.

              curious dark eyes peer at her.  enoch is aware he will never fully understand the experience of being human  ;    nonetheless, he strives to know. and it’s moments like this, where he can ‘ almost, but not quite — ’ grasp at a feeling if nothing else   . . .  

— because if all else fails, he can FEEL. and that’s worth a lot.

      strange,  how  some  part  of  him  doesn’t  want  to  take  the  book  ———  but  he  does  anyway,  thumb  running  over  the  worn  and  faded  leather.  he’s  seen  it  once  before,  recalling  its  once  more  lively  color  held  in  ellie’s  hands.  slammed  shut  when  he  snuck  up  behind  her,  an  exclamation  that  what  she’d  been  writing  was  nothing  for  his  sniffing  nose  to  be  concerned  with.  now  in  his  hands.  would  he  really  call  this  a  gift?

PROMPT :     you put on a good show of being completely self interested, but i know you’re a good person.   →   @mclti​,  nate

PROMPT :     what the fuck did you do that for ?!   ➝   @mclti​

                    time.   walter once said that it was the one limiting variable that gave value to every experience and every emotion associated with life.   among all his daring theories and unprovable hypotheses,   this was one she agreed with.   a cigarette between her fingertips and lungs filled with cold winter air,   she had mutely substantiated his claim.   life was meaningless without its FLEETING NATURE,   a procedure with flawed parameters.   something not worth striving for despite william’s unruly ambitions.   the door to the interrogation room falls shut,   palm momentarily resting upon the doorknob before she turns to face kathryn.   the anger in her voice is expected but unfruitful;   but a couple of seconds pass until the slender figure of a special agent makes its way towards the table.   across the room and with his arms crossed over the chest,   broyles inspects the younger bishop with consideration.

“ peter is recovering well. ”     the remark carries a certain impudence that she herself is aware of.   there is a chair next to the hospital bed,   waiting for kathryn to sit down and hold her brother’s hand.   she imagines walter asking about her,   ignores astrid’s messages;   barring the one person that comes closest to being her own daughter from seeing he injured brother was hardly a decision made light-heartedly.   finally  , as silhouette settles on the chair across the younger twin’s,   she exhales the tense breath ――   inaudibly.     “ initially, broyles and i thought that the machine was activated by your counterpart.   but we found evidence that she was killed months ago. ”     the silence that follows is dreadful.   something along the lines of unspoken condolences is written across obsidian eyes,   hands folded together on top of her lap and back resting against the hard surface of the chair.   she sees broyles diverting his eyes for a moment.   when two universes collide,   only one remains;   but the calculations scribbled across a blackboard in harvard never considered the TRAUMA of surviving the collision ――   of seeing a reflection of yourself,   dead,   mutilated.

“ which leaves only one other option, ”     she says and broyles pushes himself off the two-way mirror that reflects his strained figure against artificial light.   when the fringe division and the aco joined their resources,   he looked different and much younger.   now,   he paces through the room like he anticipates mines under his feet. 

      there  had  been  no  sign  of  the  man  that  recited  those  damned  words  to  him,  left  with  an  urge  to  escape  the  s.h.i.e.l.d.  facility  used  to  keep  him  there  while  steve,  tony,  and  the  rest  of  the  other  avengers  decided  what  they  wanted  to  do  with  him.  following  the  events  of  the  altercation  on  the  bridge,  steve  had  felt  it  necessary  to  fill  ellie  in  on  what  had  happened  between  the  mid-20th  century  til  the  point  where  she  was  found  and  recovered  ———  of  course,  with  the  necessary  breaks  in  between  to  keep  from  overwhelming  her.  the  fact  of  the  matter  was  that  bucky,  at  the  moment,  was  not  the  same  man  they  knew  him  as  back  before  the  war.

      lights  went  out,  followed  by  the  emergency  lights  that  painted  the  walls  red.  steve  should’ve  known  better;  both  him  and  ellie  were  just  about  as  stubborn  as  the  other.  split  into  two  different  directions,  only  for  the  winter  soldier  to  be  stood  before  ellie,  his  stare  cold  and  calculating.  behind  him  were  bodies  of  s.h.i.e.l.d.,  left  sprawled  across  the  floor.  the  flicker  of  fear  in  blue  eyes,  her  small  stature  —  she  was  no  threat  to  him,  and  still,  she  remained  there,  in  his  path.  even  as  he  came  close,  she  didn’t  seem  to  budge,  her  posture  seeming  to  be  unwavering.  instead,  he  felt  her  touch  upon  his  forearm.  gentle.  worried?

      who  was  she  again?  she’ll  get  herself  hurt  standing  there.