illie, sap sipper
she/her
27
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
i used to have strength, but i ran out of hope. i know it's my fault that i'm here all alone.
TAG WITH @illeana
illeana reyes
clever [c]
POSTED ON May 13, 2020 3:13:22 GMT
[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"] [attr="class","illie b]luck, fate, right place at just the right moment in time. it all ends the same, with her and him and their happy little bubble. there's always been something about a lab, something about the feeling of knowledge at your fingertips. it's a special kind of thrill, one that she comes back to time and time again. and now, in this particular room, she's sharing that rush of adrenaline with him and it feels intimate, special, unique to them. a smile rises to her lips at the thought. custos busies itself with dissolving into playtime with india. a series of chirps and coos escapes the golett and illeana can't help but spare glances toward the pair. fondness lingers in her features, from this display to kible sticking close to the safety alexander provides him. the room almost feels warmer somehow, affection filling every nook and cranny. behind her, deus rumbles low and content. the larger automaton can feel the shift in the air, the way the bubble ebbs and flows to make room for more. it enjoys this moment, this sense of ease. idly, a hand drifts to smooth out the fabric of her skirt again, fingertips brushing against red as she moves. the allure of equipment draws her in, keeps her close like an old lover. she's at the whims of the pursuit now and perhaps she won't stop until she uncovers pieces of the puzzle. at least she's not alone in her endeavor. not anymore, anyway. he's joining her, believing in her, and that thought has her focus lessening. the intensity is still there, the determination still bursting from the seams. but her eyes drift toward him despite the pull of the lab equipment and there's a new desire nestling beside the old. "good idea," she murmurs, the corners of her lips quirking upward. "how'd you get that sample?" did the scientists of devon co. assist him with that piece of data? or had he collected it himself? slight curiosity rises and falls away within moments, shifting in and out of focus. her eyes follow as he moves. there's a grace in the way he carries himself, in the way he's flowing around the room like water in a stream. "okay!" a bob of her head confirms her agreement before she's shifting around, gathering supplies into her hands without a second thought. scalpels, swabs, solutions, labels, pens and paper. and then, the final pieces she needs are drifting closer. deus lingers over her shoulder with unwavering interest, a constant presence of comfort in her peripheral. custos will need a little more direction but she can collect the golett's sample after deus'. "ready?" she whispers toward the discolored golurk, scalpel and swab prepared and ready in one hand. the other rises to gently pat at one of the large clay arms, soothing intentions fluttering in her fingertips. another moment later and she's chipping away a small fraction clay with a hum of reassurance. the sample is collected and transferred to sit in solution. one down, one to go, and she's shifting toward custos to repeat the process. [newclass=.illiepost] width:350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illieicon] height:100px; width: 100px; float:left; padding-right:5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie b] color:#E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illietag] width:300px; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.illiepoke] width:300px; text-align:right; [/newclass]
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