#xynchronicity

Epic: The Musical

"Maybe when man decides they get to choose who lives and who dies?"

            By now, anyone would concede that, no, SIEBREN was not to be trifled with– at least, not without some degree of retaliation. Unlike his bubblier counterpart, the less amicable facet of the two was notoriously foul-tempered and easily agitated. Reaper, of course, was some degree of an exception to his incorrigible temper– but only just so. Enough to tolerate, but constantly teetering on the razor-thin edge of SIEBREN’S patience.

Initially, very little notice is taken to most advances; the astrophysicist in question maintained such a harsh routine in his daily rituals as opposed to Sigma, that despite their newest accommodations within TALON, he often found his research habits completely exhausted the greater majority of his energy reserves. Reaper’s pursuit of him is relatively unnoticed as a result, yet as things begin to become misplaced, his frustration begins to crawl under his skin, an agitated string of muttering escaping the old man when he finds himself yet again without the mug of coffee he’d painstakingly gone to retrieve. 

            Ancient bones creak under his burdensome manifestation of the ANOMALY, the man grunting as he lurches up from his desk chair to shuffle stiffly towards his mug’s unusual location: the nightstand. A statistical impossibility, that he himself would leave it in such an atypical place. Then again, SIEBREN’S mind was certainly elsewhere; numbers and symbols cloud his vision– so preoccupied with the flashes of intuition within his mind’s eye, he often found himself blind to things in front of him. That’s usually why he preferred to allow Sigma his time to meander– he was never really paying attention to his environment as-is. It wasn’t very practical for both of them to be tuned out of reality. However, this mechanical logic is immediately tossed from his processes upon registry of his paperwork finding itself out of order. Papers and diagrams intermingle at random– there, the graph he’d just been analyzing, unceremoniously cast to the bottom of the pile as if it hadn’t been in use. Agitated from his routine, reality comes back into focus, pale indigo eyes blinking dryly down at the state of his desk before his attention shifts scope. 

It’s difficult to place, SIEBREN doesn’t detect disturbances as clearly as his counterpart, but once his focus is broken, the pervasive feeling of being watched begins to bleed in. It isn’t Sombra– a concrete living body would be too easy to detect within his room. When he feels something touch him, he’s done playing around. He hated being touched– 

           Ah. Of course. 

Gravity bends abruptly when SIEBREN perceives a fragment of the wraith’s form, and with little more than a callous leer, flecks of darkness are pulled from the environment, forcibly collected within the flux of gravity. Little care is placed into how things are assembled– SIEBREN merely takes one and allows the other billions of particulates to rapidly condense together, allowing Reaper to take shape as his nanites chose… But not necessarily allowing them to escape. 

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Seeing, or rather not seeing how quickly this man moved was unnerving, flinching once he’d chosen to whisper against the shell of his ear. He certainly was earning that title of demon with his uncalled for behavior, spilling the knight’s guts on to the floor and gawking at it. Gods, he was touching him too, but he didn’t refuse the pull to look at him, almost moving with the ease of a doll.

The morning was calm in the woods, even more so when exploring ancient ruins and new areas. Nith was 'playing' inside a kind of tower that seemed to have no end. At first glance one would not have thought it could be so extensive but after a while it looked like a labyrinth, but one very well decorated with vines and plants. 

Jamison glared at him with an unashamed smile and raised his arms with a shrug.

"Do you have any crimes Gabriel? At least one that we don't know about? Which I find difficult... but you never know." He spoke in a mocking tone. Approaching each other casually with hands in pockets. Quiet as if he really were there just by chance.

"Oh please. Don't be like that, don't you enjoy my company? The sarcastic tone? The suits? My perfect face that everyone wants to punch? Nah, don't worry this isn't about you. Let's just say dad is worried." He sighed, sounding annoyed. He crossed his arms and looked away thoughtfully.

"If it's any consolation... I think he's more putting you as my partner so you can put some sense into my head than the other way around. But of course he's going to tell me I have to watch over you. He doesn't want me to feel worthless more than I'm feeling. I'm impulsive not stupid."

Ray sighed as he let himself be held by Gabriel, arms wrapped lovingly around the older man, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw.

“I know...and I appreciate that you’re so protective of me.” He hummed, thumb caressing Gabriel’s cheek. “They can say what they want about you and me. I’m never going to stop loving you~“ He glanced back at the offending party, who had long since walked off after being intimidated by Gabriel’s harsh glare.

Molag Bal: *skitters back out from Coldharbor*

Leon lets out a sigh, feeling empathetic but knowing he's not equipped to answer Gabriel's wish for inner peace– if anyone is, he's sure it wouldn't be him. He doesn't even have his own, after all.

However…

With a decisive rap of his nails on the kitchen countertop, he turns and begins preparing something. Rather than his own usual go-to of a large tumbler filled with iced coffee of some sort, he's procuring a kettle and rifling through the stash of tea in the cupboards.

"As far as sleep goes," he finally speaks as he reads over the boxes. "I'm sure I, or Dr. Ziegler, could find something to help you with that, even if only temporarily…" He clears his throat, shooting a glance to the other, as if to gauge whether or not it was crossing a line to suggest a medicinal aid. Maybe Gabe wasn't really looking for a solution, maybe he's tried more than Leon knows? Maybe the suggestion of something so practical is an insult to what he's really dealing with…?