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        “i heard about this new drug, vaguely from my father’s meetings last summer.” wylan started quietly but excitedly, as if sharing a well-guarded secret when there’s nobody else in the room but him and kuwei. “like a supplement to enchance one’s brain’s capacity. not sure how accurate that was, but i got interested because i thought it could, you know, unlock the section of my brain that’s responsible for reading.” he snorted then continued, “but anyway, i have no idea what it does exactly, or what material was it made of, but they’re talking about trying it on people because you know, brain capacity - you can only do much with a lab rat’s brain. it had to be tested on people. but i don’t think the human rights commision will be happy about that. sorry-” he took a deep breath and sank back down the bed, eyes up the ceiling while his legs dangled down the edge, “-am i rambling too much? it’s just kinda exciting, bit like science fiction…. like it can go terribly wrong and we’re just all doomed. boom, dystopian future.” still, he turned to kuwei with a wide grin, “maybe your dad works on something that exciting - thus all the confidentiality. i don’t think it’s bad, anyway, so long as safety is assured for the people involved. we should start breaking ethical boundaries anyway. for science.”

           wylan got up, snappily that he felt a bit light-headed for a split second. “bah, you seriously making this about grammatical errors right now, nerd?” he wrinkled his nose, looking slightly offended, but waved it off almost immediately. “now that we’ve established your dad is alive and well, it’s still understandable he gets preoccupied doing his job. hopefully you get to hear from him soon.” he said, holding himself back from elaborating further. kuwei didn’t need to hear about whine about how he’ll be lucky if his dad checked up on him within the week, or even luckier if it wasn’t because his grades fell below his father’s standards. “biochem is cool, i think you’ll do well with it.”

             and then like a cat distracted by a laser pointer, he was drawn into kuwei’s workbook, his questions about kuwei’s personal life forgotten. “great. it’s not really that complex if you had these formulas in mind.” he started pointing out the good things about kuwei’s calculations, then the errors and how to solve them, including shortcuts and formula’s he’d seen in far more advanced workbooks he previously browsed out of curiosity.

    ❛    WE SHOULD START BREAKING ETHICAL BOUNDARIES FOR SCIENCE  ,    ❜    kuwei repeats  ,  deadpan.    there’s a second’s pause and then dry teasing lapses into  thoughtfulness  ,  head titled to one side as he considers the idea.    ❛    i don’t think you’re wrong.    but... when to stop?    there has to be  boundaries  or where is the line?    ❜    there’s  pushing  limits  ,  and there’s breaking them entirely.    kuwei’s all for a little pushing of boundaries  ,  scientific ones or otherwise  ,  there has to be  some  boundary in place for ethics.    testing limits might lead to progress  ,  but not knowing when to stop causes  damage .    sooner or later.    

     ❛    is that what your father’s doing?  breaking ethical boundaries for  science ?    ❜    a small grin splits his face.    ❛    creating a  dystopian future  to kill us all?    ❜    he’s joking, now  ;  all serious thought left for another day.

    he still tries for a  pretence  at it.     ❛    when you imply my father is dead?    yes.    ❜     in a show of  restraint  ,  he doesn’t bring up the link between grammatical errors and which one of them has dutch as a  first language.    he does nod  ,  and tries to take what wylan’s saying to heart.  of course, he’ll hear something soon.    everything’s just  busy  right now, and getting upset over it isn’t going to change that.     ❛    you’re right  ,  i know.    ❜    better things.    focus.     ❛    i hope so.    ❜

    that’s about the only response he has time for before wylan’s completely distracted by thermodynamics calculations  ,  explaining things that kuwei’s sure they  haven’t  covered yet but happily too caught up in it to  pry  any further.    a worthwhile trade-off  ,  really.     plus  ,  he’s making more sense than their science teacher ever has—but don’t tell wylan he said that.     ❛    i’ve got it  ,  i think.    thank you.    ❜

    kuwei’s not going to say i told you so, mostly because kaz is intimidating even at the best of times and he doesn’t really want to start that particular argument.  he cares to have it remembered, however, that he did say ‘we need a tv license’ after nina brought the television home, and it was jesper who asked if they needed a license and kaz who decided to listen to him.  kuwei’s too busy panicking to feel smug when he almost trips over his own feet trying to get to the living room before the man at the door realises something’s wrong, whisper-shouting ‘kaz, the tv license man is here!’  

      kuwei is good at acting.  the way he says not important belies the shaky way he’d changed the subject moments ago, the way he diverted attention away from jason’s question.  he can’t call it calculated, no, but it is deliberate.  jason’s eyes narrow for a second, sliding sidelong to look at kuwei — to try and catch out something to give cause for further questioning.

      but…  nothing.  there’s a plea in it, from the way he says i would rather not focus on work, and yet it doesn’t SOUND like it.  how is he doing that?  

     `okay,`  next time, then.  whatever has kuwei up at hellish hours, and forgetting to eat, can’t be good.  `you asked if it worked?  well — short answer: no.`  hiking a sleeve up, jason shows him the red glare of grazed skin.  `long answer: i fell, like… ten times.  but i’m getting there, i think.  it would be nice to be able to take off whenever i wanted — sadly, nature has other ideas.  i’m stuck waiting for stormy conditions, so i can manipulate air pressure easier,`

      he grimaces, and sighs.  `unfortunately for me, stormy skies means a high chance of getting electrocuted, too.  zoya won’t teach me how to redirect lightning, yet, and i’d rather not get shocked.  i hope your endeavours are working out better than mine.`

    he can see jason’s reluctant to drop it, and he’s perceptive - the way he’s looking at him, kuwei can tell he’s looking for something, and he isn’t sure if he’s relieved or not when jason’s gaze slides away a moment later.  it’s not that he doesn’t want to tell him.  actually, he does, badly.  jason’s been a listening ear and unquestioning support since they met, and he’d listen now, kuwei’s sure of it.  he’s as sure of that as he is that he’s not supposed to talk about this, any of it, yet, so for the moment he presses his lips together and says nothing.

    ( it’s convenient, too ; the tricky thing about this conversation, whether they have it now or in ten years or never, is that there’s no good place to stop.  no matter how much kuwei wants to talk now, to know someone’s still there and listening, just to be able to talk about it with someone who isn’t directly involved in some way... there’s a lot more things he’s not ready to tell jason, too.  things he isn’t ready to relive, and alright, things he isn’t sure how jason’s going to react to.  

    kuwei can pretend not to care, can tell himself a hundred times over that he didn’t choose what the shu and fjerdans are trying to unleash, that it has nothing to do with him anymore except that he’s trying to fix it.  but part of him is still scared of the way jason might look at him after that. )

   -- unlike the way jason’s looking at him now, some mix of embarrassment and eagerness and pride in his haphazard flying attempts.  haphazard, but sort of working.  ‘that is...’ in the end, he can only exhale and shake his head.  kuwei’s never heard of anyone flying on grisha power alone, even squallers, but it’s such a jason thing to try and to succeed that it brings a smile to his face anyway. ‘then i wish you luck.  you have to promise to show me when you get it right.’  the thought of lightning, though?  that makes him somewhat uneasy.  the smile falters, just for a moment. ‘promise to be careful, too?’

       Kuwei grabs her wrist and something inside her snaps. Her breathing is harsh, almost panicked, and Sankta Alina springs from the sheath against her forearm into her hand. She places the blade against Kuwei’s throat on instinct. She blinks and it is not another man dragging her back to her bed of fake silks and tears, but her best friend. “ Kuwei… I’m… I… I did not mean you harm, I am sorry. “ Inej slides the blade back into its sheath, a tremble in her hands, almost undetectable. She reaches inside for her strength to combat the memories, the heat of the gaze from the other’s in the room targeted at her. “ I apologize for my reaction… I need to go see the location. “ A lie, but another moment in the stifling room will be only harmful.

    she’s talking, and he’s-- he’s trying to listen, he is.  but that was a knife, and a second ago it was pressed against kuwei’s throat, not merely a warning but ready to kill.  he shouldn’t have grabbed her.  that was a mistake, he knows ; too caught up in the moment, worried but not thinking.  it reminds him, suddenly, how little he really knows about these people, even inej.  they’ve been here longer than kuwei has, seen more, survived more, and somehow he’d forgotten that.  it’s not a mistake he’ll make twice.  trembling fingers press against his throat ; no blood, nothing, of course there’s nothing.  inej wouldn’t hurt him on purpose.  inej wouldn’t hurt him--

positivity night! | accepting / @qveenhearted

My Opinion on;

CHARACTER IN GENERAL: i’m only familiar w/ 2 of ur muses ( h.eather duke and m.organa ) but o hhhh my god i love them and i’ve not seen many around so i’m really glad ur playing them both!!!  HOW THEY PLAY THEM: your writing is beautiful and i have lowkey stalked a few heather threads n ok you have her voice DOWN.  you have everyone’s voice down from what i’ve seen and my limited familiarity but hers especially stands out for meTHE MUN: we haven’t spoken ( yet! ) but from the dash?  a lovely person

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RP WITH THEM: noWANT TO RP WITH THEM: yes let’s do this if u wanna~

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OVERALL OPINION: a+ gorgeous writing love seeing u on my dash