#sentinalle

@seekslight / @sentinalle i can hear you two !

     Mutation serves him well in terms of sickness,   hardly effected by whatever ailment carried whether from this world or another,   lasting for no more than a couple of days until he's back to full health again.   Convenient for his work and granting him the ability to care for those he loved without hesitation or fear.   Artemis seemed to have came down with a flu upon her return,   not so different from his world but more persistent and vicious,   a high fever he managed to quell down for a few hours until it spiked up again.   He remained rooted to the seat beside her the whole time,   changing one wet bandage after the other,   while Elektra,   whom he had to shoo out the room multiple times,   kept pacing outside,   worried out of her mind.   He understands her concern                   can feel it gnawing at him just the same,   but he couldn't risk getting her sick as well,   her immune system would be too weak to fight against it unlike Artemis who actually ate and slept more regularly.   For now,   he had her occupied in retrieving medicine,   writing down the chemical formula for her to find with how little medical supplies he had left on earth,   if he were to find any they would be dated back decades ago.   Pressing a fresh cloth to her forehead,   he's stopped as eyes flutter open from a deep sleep,   a different hue than her vibrant blues,   something distant and cold resides within.        ❛❛   You're   ...   ❜❜        Adam leans back,   brows knitted in apparent confusion.   Though he hadn't met Apollo yet,   he can tell this isn't Artemis looking at him now.        ❛❛   I've been told of instances where you would take over,   but to show yourself around others   ...   hm,   why now ?   ❜❜

@sentinalle // starter for you :3c

      He remembers her discomfort quite well,   that odd trust she showed when she was in the presence of the beast that is the Elder,   the markings alongside her arms that she hastened to hide,   the shame she wears branded upon her by the cult.   A troubled look paints her features even in the comfort inside the safe house as she's unable to retreat to that similar safety she found in concealment at the moment when long sleeves would inconvenience her work.      Noting her struggle,   he comes to join her,   Gloves off annd sleeves already rolled up in silent solidarity,   as well as in assurance.        ❛❛   Need a hand ?   ❜❜

@sentinalle // one liner !

        ❛❛   And where do you think you're going ?   ❜❜        A deeper weariness etches itself into his tone,   almost in an instinctual anticipation of trouble at hand.   He doesn't know how she's gotten past Elektra,   with their rooms situated next to each other in the glass eye,   and the revenant's ability to sleep lighter than a feather.   Considering how many times she snuck out,   she must have developed a solid strategy across the years,   unfortunately for her,   her success is fleeting victory,   as she would come to realize that she had entirely forgotten the second line of defense beyond El's sharp gaze.   He watched her slip away triumphantly   &.   chose to rain on her parade in a single motion,   a finger extended to hook itself into her hoodie and prompts her to halt with a light tug backwards,   it's not much,   but with him,   it's akin to being chained to a concert pillar.        ❛❛   You need rest too,   get back inside.   ❜❜

@sentinalle // starter !

      A chill passes through his being,   sending a violent shiver down his spine like a heavy wave.   The cold seizes him with a firm grip,   a forgotten sensation with evolution and the natural warmth provided by constantly regenerating cells.   He can't recall the last time he fell ill,   not with a simple cold or a matter of negligence for being out of the rain for too long ;   he might have caught a thing or two,   however,   with his regenerative abilities allowing the body to heal,   such cases only resulted with a slightly dry throat or a headache that passes in a day's time.   This wasn't the regular flue as he had justified it,   but a form of carelessness he could not afford,   yet remains necessary for survival's sake,   [   not his own,   of course.   ]   Trips to the deepest parts of the old world hadn't been void of their risks                    not the perceived danger of wandering Naytibas,   but one of the root causes behind their rapid growth.   Although exposed to the virus at its full outbreak,   and the stability of his mutation in regards to others,   he remains at risk if he were to linger around for too long.   He had learned the hard way,   with his first trip back to Leviour worsening his case immeasurably,   since that time,   the antidote had managed to stabilize and oftentimes,   to halt further mutation if it had been a mild case of exposure.   It wasn't a permanent solution however,   he needed to play his cards right if he didn't wish to lose his mind altogether like the rest.

   There were times he needed to throw caution into the wind,   venture deep where he shouldn't to retrieve something or track a certain species.   He made the trip to an old warehouse once in use by Edios,   where he recalls to have some good parts in store,   the kind not be found anywhere else with how outdated the tech was in compare to Mother Sphere's new generation,   but old was reliable nowadays,   anything to keep the presence chamber going for a few more years.   With the parts acquired and a tiring round of antidotes and disinfecting baths,   he allows himself the rare opportunity to collapse completely,   feverish   &.   sick as the antidote took its course,   this is good,   it means it's still working,   now he has to wait until his body would fight it off completely.   When asked,   the excuse was at the tip of his tongue,   a bad cold he must have caught from Elektra due to her weakness against the space's chill.   He should've stayed at the nest,   but he would like to deliver these parts as soon as possible.   Now,   he's being fussed over and stopped from moving for even an inch,   who thought the company he wished for long ago to become a troubling inconvenience ?

        ❛❛   You don't have to stay here all day,   I'm not going anywhere,   I promise.   ❜❜        He mumbles,   voice hoarse and strained at its edge as he fought against a coughing fit,   the metallic taste lingers in his mouth,   blaming all bloodied tissues on a sore throat,   a viciousness he could deceptively contribute to alien sickness and his poor immunity to outworldly viruses.    He shifts,   the fever in combination with infection keeping him in an easily irritated state.   It hadn't been the sickness itself but the throbbing at his side that added to that feeling,   still affected despite the heavy dose he had given himself.   He only managed a brief look   ...   the disfigurement of raw flesh that would most likely result in more engravings,   reaching farther from his back and towards his side,   it's hardly painful,   not a sting to be felt,   merely a feeling of discomfort as his body practically tore itself anew.

      ❛  i  need  you  to  be  okay .    ❜ 🥺

   Stubborn dismissal wouldn't persuade her into leaving,   she was going to stay regardless.   Still,   she beared a dejected look by the insinuation,   it's a misunderstanding he's unable to justify,   it isn't that he didn't want her here,   but the involuntary glimpse of a side of him he doesn't want to be seen,   he isn't himself at the moment,   or maybe,   this is what he truly is beneath all his pretending.   Was he too cruel ?   he hadn't meant to   ...   He thought to himself,   weary gaze settling on her with a more prominent frown upon lips.   He shifts again so he can inch himself closer towards the edge of the bed   &.   reach for her hand.   Palm carefully settles atop hers in full awareness of how cold his hand was at the moment,   a gentle squeeze follows,   communicating remorse for any injury he might have caused,   and a silent request for her to stay,   [   despite his better judgment.   ]        ❛❛   Why don't you tell me something ?   Anything ?   I might lose my mind laying here all day   ...   ❜❜

@sentinalle // it's just a cold ignore the blood 👍

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