saoirse quinn
she/her
29
october 27
circhester, galar
bisexual
physicist / inventor
head scientist
every night i burn, dream the black crow dream
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Lulu Flint
science fiction [c]
POSTED ON Jan 23, 2021 9:05:10 GMT
It was the first time she’d seen Cillian since. Having a strong feeling that he’d had something to do with it, she smiled at him. It would look like a smile to a boss, though, to any of the other workers out of earshot in the lab who looked over at the interaction between their superiors. She was surprised at the toss, but caught it anyways. The blank stare she regarded it with for a moment was teeming with emotion. It was of four gifts she’d ever been given in her life. She wondered silently if it was a gift from him, or one from the organization. She expanded the pokeball in her hand and then clicked it open. In the light, she saw the shape and grinned. It was perhaps the brightest, most genuine smile Cillian could possibly have remembered ever seeing on her usually guarded face. A barely detectable trace of something oddly feverish and volatile flashed through her eyes as well, if only for a moment, and it would be equally as unfamiliar if he caught it. “Thank you.” She said with a nod, trying to take it with a stride of grace, though he knew what a big deal it was—and the words were just for show. They didn’t need them. She watched the great bird and the darkness that seemed to exude from it. It looked so distraught, but there was something about it that reduced her empathy, and replaced it with the same sick, unobstructed curiosity that was required of someone in this type of work. It also looked different and powerful. She sort of energy was this? It was darker than dark. This was hell spawn. “I’m here to do whatever I can to help.” Her eyes didn’t stray from the birds, brain craving what would happen next.
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