illie, sap sipper
she/her
26
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
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illeana reyes
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POSTED ON Feb 28, 2022 4:39:02 GMT
[attr="class","illie"] [attr="class","illie b"] [attr="class","illie i"]her body stills at the presence, at the voice that follows. and as he settles into a stool beside her, pale bangs shield dull eyes. the half empty glass in her grasp is barely even a lifeline but it's clutched all the same. "you could say that," she murmurs. each day has been rough as time shuffles on from the latest aqua assembly. here, without her lab coat to be a makeshift shield... the deep cuts of war unfurl in low bar lighting. it looks gnarly up close. jagged edges start at the shoulder and dip down across to the bottom of a hip. and somehow, it's better than it was before. no longer bloody, painful, and opening whenever she moves. her mobility has returned, at least. and with it, her staggered return to work. today had been particularly hard. he's right on the money with that one, at least. work piles up between being stuck in a hospital and during the holiday season. and while illeana reyes has performed admirably under pressure, there's an air clinging to her that didn't exist before. not quite an insecurity but perhaps a wariness? a feeling of constantly having to watch her back, as if her sea counterpart is about to return at any moment. even his presence sends her skin mildly crawling... a first of, unfortunately, many. she knocks back the rest of her drink to combat the sensation but it does nothing in the end. "what about you?"
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