A Scientific Soliloquy
In every story there is a message.
In every life a forgotten regret.
This is the story of Lucrecia Crescent.
A prisoner of her own sins.
And orchestrator of her own tragedy.
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Art by this dashing chap: [x]
“Shhh, Bumpy. It’s time to settle down now. Mummy needs to sleep.”
“You do realise that as a mere fetus it’s hardly going to comply.”
“Nonsense. Bumpy loves listening to me. It’s just you keeping the tiny tot awake with your constant mutterings. “
“I’m not muttering Lucrecia, I’m dictating - and if our child happens to have good taste and perk up at such works of genius, then it’s a burden you’ll just have to bear.”
“I suppose you’re right anata, I know I shouldn’t be surprised in the slightest that Bumpy’s still awake.”
“Because it’s perfectly natural that we’ve spawned a pint-sized intellectual that adores the sound of my voice?”
“Actually, I was thinking it was more the fact that I’m clearly not the only one wanting to desperately kick you in the head.”
While pregnant with Sephiroth, Lucrecia referred to her growing child as the affectionately titled ‘Bumpy’ until his birth. Mostly it was just to make life easier before she had identified his gender and to encourage Hojo to refer to their unborn child as something other than ‘it’, but the name stuck long after, and even to this very day, the scientist still spares a thought for her darling little Bumpy.
“Iff, how do I get Bumpy here to stop using my bladder as a stress ball?”
“Invoke the old powers. Threaten to sacrifice it to one of the old fairytale villains.”
“I don’t know any short, stunted trolls to sacrifice my first born to, Ifalna…”
“Really? I could’ve sworn you’d married one.”
Well-versed in the art of tie-tugging both may be, it hasn’t helped the case of silence that follows. Self-preserving instinct and, perhaps, with a dash of mischief: it is by those impulses slender digits were prompted to wind around this man’s attire where suave feature was later reined in to be graced with her lips. A taunt for a taunt, one may say, a defiance act in retort to the twin gleaming dream told in scarlet. Undeniably, its intended purpose was met. Its purported result, however, hasn’t came void of price.It renders both speechless.
Flushed, breathless,even when the contact shared in exhaled air is broken, the one between deep carmine pools and warm chocolate hues are kept. Another arrives in a form of slender hand in its placement upon my chest. Digits uncurled, fanned out, soft palm braced against white fabric, smoothing down the fold as much as introducing new one in its ascension. Upon hypnotic cadence of drumming heart, it slows to rest, letting the moment linger in the combing of brunette’s lashes brushing down ivory cheeks.
It had been a simple touch to send this man on his way. Instead, it prompts them both to stay— one, perhaps, is still caught in shock from the response she had hardly expected for this man has always kept the illusion of a reserved soul whereas the others remains transfixed by what he hadn’t expected himself of doing. Unlike the bittertaste of her java, this has beckoned for more. With index lightly grazing upon delicate jaw, raven tendrils fall in cascade, lacing through silken hazel as suave feature leans into the other’s. Forehead resting against, soft pad of thumb remains in its idle circling upon rosy cheek as the events transpired are being processed.
“Thank you…” A repetition of her words is granted, rousing yet another laugh from dusky lips, one that is mirror in a soft chuckle as I shake my head in fond exasperation. “Had it been others, Luc, some might have taken offence.” Drawn by the movement of slender hands, quiet mirth is ceased leading a pair of carmine optics back toward the endearingly flushed scientist where a mark of lips ascends in a touch between ebony brows descending down, teasing just upon the tip of perfectly sculpted nose before sealing whispered gratitude within the same burnt that had earlier stolen us of our words once more.
Raven fringes draws to closure. Gloved hand slips past brunette strands to rest upon the other’s nape, gently hold the scientist in place as I press forward in a meeting of my own. A tease of ivory upon her lower dusk dawning down in a soft tug, and the contact is broken…This time, less of the awkwardness.
Hinting bemusement shows in garnet irises mirroring the manner coral lips tilt up, just slightly. Still keeping the brunette in my hold, comfort is spoken in strong grip on slender nape as much as the light within a pair of carmine gems. “Should I take this as a cue for me to leave then…?” Lightly jibbing, head is tipped toward the stack of papers I earlier distract the others from.
Self-preservation was always going to be a sore point between them, much like the instinctive impulse driven only by mischief that had led to this very moment in the first place. Logic told her to stop, to send the Turk on his merry way and laugh this entire exchange of as nothing but a humble prank before either of them got hurt, but since when had logic ever prevailed in matters relating to the human heart? Devoid of words, Lucrecia remained still against her raven haired protector; strands of ebony mixing with honey like oil against water. She wanted to talk to him, to say the words and let him know how important he was, but how could she form any after this?
What started as a means to chase him away, only served to keep him rooted to the spot; a location she had to admit, was one with a degree of proximity she couldn’t fault in the slightest. Strumming over the crumpled folds of a pristine shirt, the brunette hid behind heavy lashes, unable to truly mask the small sparkle that crimson gaze had managed to ignite in her own pools of chocolate. Forehead to forehead, quiet breaths were shared between their skin, a soothing exhalation taken to ease a racing heart as she listened to the melodic chuckle in response to her own musing. “…it’s a good job it’s you then isn’t it? I could offend you like this all night long.”
It could have ended there and then. It should have, perhaps, but neither of them had permitted it to. Captured in the firm hold of a gloved hand upon her nape, warm leather lay perfectly against her skin as she was rendered immobile for a touch of Vincent’s own teasing mouth upon hers. A tug of ivory, warm moisture and encapsulating heat…it was a kiss to be remembered; the first of many to be cherished, even. Deigning to pout at the sudden severed contact, the medic held her companion’s gaze as he still refused to budge, his hand residing quite merrily against her skin as he teased her further with a gentle jibe.
“Although most of my daydreams about you do involve a desk, Mr.Valentine, I have to confess to there usually being less paperwork and clothes involved.” Smiling mockingly with just a hint of a blush, blindly Lucrecia reached sideways for a business card as she pulled it towards herself and flipped it over. “Which means, right now work has to come first, but…you can always call me later if you’re free?” Breaking their gaze to write her number in blue looped numbers along the back of the card, sheepishly the scientist beamed as she tucked it somewhat demurely into his top pocket and nudged him on his way.
“Now shoo. Before I get any more lipstick on you.”
1 day ago | 13 notes
Source: sanguinesaint
My sudden protracted cardiac arrhythmia makes me think I’m falling for you.
(Hold out a stethoscope) Why don’t you listen to your heart and go out with me?
My adductor isn’t the only thing that’s longus.
I wish I was your coronary artery, so that I could be wrapped around your heart.
Trust me, this is how they did Mammograms back in the old days.
Is your name Flecainide? Because I think you just made my heart skip a beat.
(Look for any small skin imperfection) Has anyone ever looked at that? Why don’t we go back to my place so I can give you a full exam?
When you walked in the door your beauty hit me so hard that I have a priapism from all the trauma.
How about we ditch this joint and go study some anatomy?
Baby, you make me vasodilate!
No that’s not an epi-pen in my pants, I’m just happy to see you.
Hey baby, wanna play with my corpus cavernosum?
That pulsation in my femoral sheath isn’t coming from an artery.
I am an organ donor, need anything?
Come into my office and take off your pants.
Let’s take each other to the limit to see if we converge.
My love for you is a monotonically increasing unbounded function.
By looking at you I can tell you’re 36-25-36, which by the way are all perfect squares.
I wish I was your second derivative so I could investigate your concavities.
I wish I was your problem set, because then I’d be really hard, and you’d be doing me on the desk.
I’ll take you to the limit as x approaches infinity.
I know the spring constant for my mattress. Wanna take some data?
That dress would look even better accelerating towards my bedroom floor at 9.8 m/s^2
I would really like to bisect your angle.
The volume of a generalized cylinder has been known for thousands of years, but you won’t know the volume of mine until tonight.
Archimedes cried out “eureka” and ran around naked and filled with joy when he discovered that the volume of a solid can be determined by how much it displaces. Spend more time with me and you will do the same.
Nice set of parabolas!
I’d like to get you under your fume hood!
I’d like to demonstrate with you simple harmonic motion.
Your body has the nicest arc length I’ve ever seen.
Why don’t we measure the coefficient of static friction between me and you?
You and I would add up better than a Riemann sum.
Let’s convert our potential energy to kinetic energy.
My love for you is like a concave up function because it is always increasing.
I wish I were your derivative so I could lie tangent to your curves.
I like the area bounded by your two curves.
3 days ago | 8 notes
Source: pilotwrangler
Settle down with me
Cover me up
Cuddle me in
Lie down with me
And hold me in your arms
And your heart’s against my chest, your lips pressed in my neck
I’m falling for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet
And with a feeling I’ll forget, I’m in love now
Kiss me like you wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
This feels like falling in love
Falling in love
We’re falling in love
Settle down with me
And I’ll be your safety
You’ll be my lady
I was made to keep your body warm
But I’m cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms
Oh no
My heart’s against your chest, your lips pressed in my neck
I’m falling for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet
And with this feeling I’ll forget, I’m in love now
Kiss me like you wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
This feels like falling in love
Falling in love
We’re falling in love
Yeah I’ve been feeling everything
From hate to love
From love to lust
From lust to truth
I guess that’s how I know you
So I hold you close to help you give it up
So kiss me like you wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
This feels like falling in love
Falling in love
We’re falling in love
Kiss me like you wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
This feels like falling in love
Falling in love
We’re falling in love
