Eldarya: Imagine

Ezarel | Scientists [2]

You've always been passionate about your job, ever since you first heard of it. Your almost freelance-like attitude towards your studies and constant switching between the facilities that asked for your assistance has led to you making your dream true. You've always wanted to work for Absynthe, the facility being the one that gathered the best scientists and in where the greatest discoveries were always made. Even if it'd be something small you'd be happy with such an achievement. And yet now here you are. Working with its head on the main project to which only few had access. He asked for you and you only ; The man that hit the headlines of every science-related newspaper and website three years prior, to when the previous head of Absynthe stepped down from his pedestal in order to pass it on to the rising genius, whom was discovered by the facility rumoured to be the most strict and promising head in the facility's history.

It's quite a nice thing for your scientist's ego to be asked to help in such a person's research, even if you have to deal with the fact he's a real jerk all the time. Although after two days of his nonsense, you finally snap when he grumbles at the way you just labelled the samples in your notes.

"Why would you ask for my help if you think so lowly of me?" If looks could harm someone, the blue-haired man would drop dead from your glare alone at this very moment. You're honestly done with him and even consider resigning from the job he gave you - being it the biggest dream in your life or not.

You have your own dignity and are not going to let anyone stomp on you and if anyone tried they'd be unworthy of your presence. Even if that someone is a person you kind of look up to.

To say he's surprised by your question is undoubtedly a mistake. You stunned him. And now you realise how good it is that you fired it when he placed down the watchglass with the samples or he could drop and break it because of which you'd both have to flee the lab and then got through two weeks quarantine.

"I'm not-" he pauses when your brows rise behind the goggles shielding your eyes from possible danger.

"I get it. You think highly of yourself and you're snappy because you don't sleep well. But nothing can justify your acting. And don't you dare say you haven't noticed your attitude towards me... or everyone else for that matter. That's simply impossible." You accusingly point your pen at his chest only it and your eyes being able to show your annoyance apart from the one he can hear in your voice. No wonder, the lower part of your face's hidden behind a mask after all.

The silence that follows as he stares you down makes you even more annoyed and you eventually retreat the pen and go back to your notes, deciding to ignore the man from now on and just go on with your research as if you were all alone in your previous laboratory.

"You're right," the sound of his voice startles you as you observe the sample on the SEM and you quickly turn to him in order to convince yourself what you just heard was not your mind playing its games on you.

Yet you can clearly see his frown and eyes downcast, looking at your feet rather than on anything else.

"I tend to not watch my mouth, sorry."

Now, that... is unexpected.

When you don't reply, his eyes settle back on yours, the frown ceasing giving its place up to amusement as he notices your rather shocked state.

"What were we at?"

You snap out of it, thankful he made no comment on that and turn back to the SEM.

"On the twentieth sample, the gene mutated again. Seems like the current cure is not working."