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         ❛  ---------- what do you want?  ❜

{♚}—;;                               "Maybe I was { w r o n g }...                                              The entire time.                                              All those lives lost,                                             & it was all because of me."

{♚}—;; “You’re doing that wrong.”

{♚}—;; Perhaps this time she was wrong. Though deep down, the woman highly doubted it. There was no way she had this wrong... No, she had been over and over the formulas, spent days taking notes, monitoring the subjects reactions to the serums. It was inconceivable that she was wrong- there had to be something else. Yet still, as she sat at her desk, papers stacked to near falling, vials standing in holders, Jeanine Matthews was slowly coming to the realization that she was going to have to try something { n e w }. Lips pursed tightly, hands clenching into tight fists upon her desk, the paper held within only moments ago had been pristine, perfect- now scrunched inside her palm, tearing at the edges; fraying, not unlike Jeanines nerves. With a sigh, the Erudite pushed back from her desk, throwing the scrunched up piece of paper in the vague direction of the trashcan before placing her forehead in her hands; a frustrated scream threatened to break from her lips, but she clenched her teeth, determined to not break... No, she was better than this. She would figure this out, if it was the last thing she did. Standing, she made her way towards the large window overseeing the square down below- the hustle and bustle below provided her with a distraction from the frustrations that sat only inches behind her. A sigh slipped from pink lips, side leaning against the thick glass as eyes fell closed.                                         "What a mess--"

{♚}—;;                      "You're late.                        I hope you have a good excuse."

{♚}—;;                               "Your idiocy is really quite {astounding}."

{♚}—;; Impassive eyes surveyed those nearest her, lips curling downwards as a hand rose to fist beneath her chin. The briefest flicker of irritation graced her features, but it was fleeting; gone as quick as it had appeared, yet her mouth did not turn upwards into what could have been an inviting smile- no, she stayed stony and haughty as she spoke.                          "If you have nothing of value to offer,                                        then I suggest you leave."

{♚}—;;                                          [mutters about b u r n i n g flowers]