@bledrot
//This is so cool I might just smooch the theme.
@bledrot //No you can't!! :SMOOOOOOCHES: No fr if I didn't accidentally find you you would've found me
@nivanspaid-- / OH YES I CAN :SM00CHES: tbh it was only a matter of time until i’d come find ya xD
Grace’s gaze flicked across the rows of failed experiments in the lab.
Her voice came out quieter this time.
“How many people died,” she asked Gideon,
“before you decided I was the one you needed?”
✑【 @bledrot 】✑ Grace didn’t answer immediately. For a moment she just stood there among the broken glass and silent containment pods, the weight of his words settling over the room like another layer of dust. Her jaw tightened “destiny?” she repeated quietly, the word sounding almost foreign in her mouth. Grace took a slow step forward, boots scraping softly against the lab floor, her eyes never leaving the dark visor hiding whatever expression Gideon wore behind it. “That’s what you call it?” A humourless breath escaped her “not obsession. Not murder. Not turning people into test subjects.” Her arms folded loosely across her chest, though the tension in her shoulders betrayed how tightly she was holding herself together. “You killed my mother chasing this destiny of yours,” Grace continued, her voice steady but low. “You tore through how many lives just to end up here… standing in a graveyard of your own experiments.” Her gaze flicked briefly to the rows of failed specimens behind him before settling back on Gideon “and you still think I’m going to help you?” A pause hung between them. Then Grace shook her head faintly “you don’t get to dress this up like fate, Doctor” her eyes hardened “this is just what monsters tell themselves so they can sleep at night.” ;// I apologise if this is long - don’t ever feel pressure to match the length I just love writing so I tend to get carried away ;-;
@GhostsOfRaccoon- || ㅤㅤㅤㅤফ࣫. ㅤ( *He watched her from across the room, a reasonable distance held between them. No attempts of approaching. Rather he stood idly, watching through his visor, unsettling whether it was a smile or blank face like right now. * ) “ More than you’d be able to comprehend or live with knowing ׅ ׅ ׅ their deaths aren’t in vain, Grace ׅ It doesn’t have to be if only you’d stop running from your destiny ׅ ”
dr. gideon. i shouldn't be surprised that you'd show up.
[no words had left the dso agents mouth, only a faint grunt of acknowledgement as he remained tied to the chair — everything had been a blur since gideon had choked leon till he went unconscious. ] ... i'm sure you'd like that, huh? [ leon added in a quippy tone, turning his head to the side as he glanced around the room after coming to his senses properly. ]
@gravecrept || ㅤㅤㅤㅤফ࣫. “ you’re here for me、 aren’t you ? or are you here for h͟er ׅ ׅ ׅ ? ” ( *circling around the hog—tied agent with his visor on、a tone instilled that sounded human、when his features were anything but that. scars riddled his gray skin all over. towering stature that made him as tall as the very room they’re in.* )
* OMG
/ OMG??! this is actually so beautiful
/ THE THEME??? OMGD .,..
