[ the way i have to prepare myself to write emotionally devastated scien because he's insane and incapable of properly mourning even though the reason lucas is dead is because of robin's feet instead of anything normal ok i guess
unfortunately, he is waiting.
sitting at the cemetery, waiting for any sound of a grave disturbed. in some odd, token attempt at focusing on work knowing that there are a lot of decisions coming ahead, his tablet sits on his lap. but that's all it's doing. sitting. waiting. not being touched as he sits in the dirt, contemplating the merits of ripping out his own memory bank as though he was taking up the bourreau mantle.
scien mourns the people he loses. at some point, even the memory of dahut returned with an ache, a wound that never closed.
but arriving to the wildly stupid massacre and finding lucas somewhere that he couldn't reach him leaves him with a grief that makes his ribcage shudder with every breath. to even begin to adore, to feel a bud of love, and to lose in such quick succession.
it is a new feeling, and it shuts down his every thought until only one remains: how do I see you again?
ok that's the most i can do for now thIS IS KILLING ME SCIEN BE LESS DRAMATIC IT WAS ROBIN'S FEET AND PYRAMID HEAD MY GOD ]
week 7, wednesday
unfortunately, he is waiting.
sitting at the cemetery, waiting for any sound of a grave disturbed. in some odd, token attempt at focusing on work knowing that there are a lot of decisions coming ahead, his tablet sits on his lap. but that's all it's doing. sitting. waiting. not being touched as he sits in the dirt, contemplating the merits of ripping out his own memory bank as though he was taking up the bourreau mantle.
scien mourns the people he loses. at some point, even the memory of dahut returned with an ache, a wound that never closed.
but arriving to the wildly stupid massacre and finding lucas somewhere that he couldn't reach him leaves him with a grief that makes his ribcage shudder with every breath. to even begin to adore, to feel a bud of love, and to lose in such quick succession.
it is a new feeling, and it shuts down his every thought until only one remains: how do I see you again?
ok that's the most i can do for now thIS IS KILLING ME SCIEN BE LESS DRAMATIC IT WAS ROBIN'S FEET AND PYRAMID HEAD MY GOD ]