❝ It annoyed me that I could act like such a carefree child, and it made me want to lash out at the weeds, who knew nothing but to grow taller. I wanted to try to be a good girl.
coriolanus snow x fem!oc
academic rivals to lovers
Is it better for a man to have chosen evil than to have good imposed upon him?
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Tempest could barely refrain from strangling Clemensia with her bare hands.
I can't believe you wrote up some proposal while Arachne's body was still warm! I cried all night long.
Did you at least put my name on it? I don't want it to seem like I was too feeble to pull my weight.
I wish I'd at least had a chance to read it. Guys, please cover for me if she starts grilling us.
Every little complaint grated on Tempest's nerves, leaving her feeling increasingly irritated. Coriolanus, on the other hand, seemed to be excessively polite and accommodating, which only served to confuse Tempest. She couldn't understand why he would let her exploit their hard work in such a manner.
It seems that when Clemensia inquires once more about the contents, Tempest cunningly responds, "it's precisely what we covered in class," she fibs. "We only discussed the betting and the food."
Coriolanus is looking at her wildly, but the other girl does not notice. Tempest shrugs at him. He may be willing to let her leech off their work, but she was not.
Clemensia ceased speaking, granting them a brief respite from noise. Tempest felt grateful.
Upon finally arriving at the entrance of the Citadel, the Peacekeeper station, their retinas were scanned and cross-referenced with the Capitol files. Their bags were confiscated, and a guard guided them through a lengthy, dreary corridor before descending in an elevator that descended at least twenty-five floors.
As the elevator doors opened, they entered a vast, sprawling laboratory. Research tables, unfamiliar machinery, and glass cases stretched out as far as the eye could see. Coriolanus turned to the guard for further guidance, but she simply closed the doors and left them without any instructions. "Shall we?" he asked the girls.
With caution, they began to navigate their way through the labyrinthine space.
They strolled alongside a towering wall of transparent enclosures. Within, a collection of creatures, some recognizable and others so transformed that they defied categorization, roamed and moved about with apparent discontent. Enlarged fangs, claws, and flippers scraped against the glass as they passed by.
A youthful gentleman in a lab coat intercepted their path and guided them towards a section dedicated to reptiles. It was there that they discovered Dr. Gaul, peering into a sizable terrarium teeming with countless snakes. These serpents were artificially vibrant, their skins radiating in hues of neon pink, yellow, and blue. Measuring no longer than a ruler and scarcely thicker than a pencil, they contorted into a psychedelic tapestry that covered the floor of the enclosure.
"Ah, here you are," Dr. Gaul greeted with a smile. "Allow me to introduce you to my new offspring."
Tempest leaned in close, way too close, to the glass to observe the wriggling mass. Coriolanus held his breath as her nose was almost touching the tank that held them. "What are they?" She asks curiously.
