🕊️ . * ◟ going to hell ↓

✦ @ubercharged· GETS A RANDOM STARTER.

A SIGH slides past his lips, airy and natural, as he sits with ludwig in their newly-shared office. there were times in the past where he’d force air from his lungs just to break the deafening silence they’d work in, but now he doesn’t feel the need to—-both the silence and ludwig’s presence are comfortable. he never thought there’d be a time where he could let his guard down around the ludwig, strange and diabolical as he is—-but now he finds solace in the other man’s breathing, the way his chest rises and falls and the way his muscles tense, unsure.

❝ redemption seems like a foreign thing ever since the fall of overwatch—but you know how much i believe in you.❞ the words, again, spawned naturally out of a need to comfort ludwig. he reaches out and grabs ludwig’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, gently guiding his head up to look at him—-he towers over him, poor thing.❝ and they know how much i believe in you, too. they know better than to doubt the man that prescribes them their medicine. ❞

naturally,        they    didn’t    𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭    him  .          shifty    𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴    &.    suspicious    𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬    were    something    ludwig    had      𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢    𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍    𝚝𝚘  .          (          BRANDISHING    HIS    MEDICINAL    KNOWLEDGE    FOR      ...      NEGATIVE    PURPOSES    LED    TO    THIS  .          )          his    𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭    must’ve    been    showing        —        with    how    he    𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐞𝐝    on    the    end    of    his    𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑙,        tense,        almost    𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞.          before    his    thoughts    𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑑    the    medic,        elias    𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬    for    him;        &.    ludwig    leans    into   it    without      𝚊    𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍    𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝  .          eyes    angled    𝑢𝑝𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠,        letting    his    shoulders    𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩,        there    was    still    remnants    of    𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲    whenever    the    mention    of    𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛    came    up    in    conversation.

the nurse who just wants to finish their shift:

the    𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝    office    space    was    kept    in    𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦    condition,        save    for    the      𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜    𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗    𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜      of    paperwork    𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝    on    most    available    surfaces  .          ludwig    is    seated    𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞,        as    he    was      𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝    𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗      insistent    on    working    𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰  .          (          HE    &.    THE    COWORKER    THE    SPACE    WAS    SHARED    BETWEEN    DID    NOT    HAVE    THE    BEST    COOPERATION  .          )          ...    despite    this    𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞,        the    paperwork    he    was    currently    𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨    was    not    his    own        —        𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜    𝚣𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚛      was    jotted    down    at    the    𝐭𝐨𝐩    of    each    page  .          the    𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧    for    doing    this    had    𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥    the    medic.          first    insisting    to    himself    that    he    𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭    going    to    be    of    any    𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦,        then    casting    𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬    at    elias’    desk,        &.    eventually    ludwig    was    seated    &.    𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨  .          unfortunately,        the    𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬    slid    open    earlier    than    𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥,        &.    the    medic    𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝,        a    sorted    form    in  -  hand,      as    a    𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧    crept      𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜    𝚑𝚒𝚜    𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎  .

❝  we   don’t   get   stitches   in   hell.  ❞      you   state   flatly.   the   index   of   your   hand   gently   prods   into   one   of   your   cheeks   as   your   lips   form   a   slight   pout.   you   were   genuinely   quizzical.      ❝  hospitals   in   hell   are   sort   of   redundant,   because   most   demons   just   walk   off   whatever   they   sustain;   and   whoever   can’t,   bites   the   dust.  ❞      you   briefly   wondered   where   demon   souls   went   when   they   die.   the   thought   was   a   little   overwhelming,   so   you   try   to   push   it   under   the   water. 

@ubercharged   for   a   starter   with   mae.