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muse visions / accepting!!

Ariana peers up from her desk, sensing Archer's arrival even before Rocket's surgeon can pry open the heavy door. Her expression remains cold and impassive, her white jacket pristine, folded and creased with the utmost meticulousness. (She's stern and impossibly sharp, inside and out.)

Yes, her white jacket is pristine, a surprising fact given the blood spattered everywhere.

life is so monotonous. until it isn't. nothing happens, and then everything happens--all at once.

while poring over rocket's latest attendance record, ariana squints as the names suddenly appear to blur under the office fluorescents. huginn squawks with alarm as the steadfast executive keels backwards...and then everything goes black.

something primal stirs within ariana when she's brought back to consciousness, her fist instinctively lashing out and catching her savior in the chin. the swipe fails to knock the twinkle from archer's eyes as he cracks his neck and peers down behind his medical mask, his black gloves pressing a cold bottle of fresh water to ariana's lips.

dehydrated. overworked. the doctor's diagnosis lands with the expected smugness, and ariana curses at him. calls him a hypocrite. but she drinks all the same. despite the banter, a warm sense of relief washes over the room.

they had been building rocket (and each other) up since forever. they had created a bond forged from the very fact that their existences are brutal and fleeting. (anything to find a foothold within this stark, sneering reality.)

beneath the devotion lies a promise. the same promise that led archer to drop everything mid-autopsy upon hearing murkrow's summons. a promise reciprocated countless times among all the executives. debts paid and repaid--no questions asked.

" Oh my god are you BLUSHING? In PUBLIC? "

[ your muse as one of my 1200+ silly reaction pics ; ACCEPTING ]