#♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic )

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continued from here with @gunnhildred

It was impossible to determine the nature of Dottore's actions in the same way that it was impossible to determine the nature of an animal's or a force of nature. Was he doing something out of a rare spark of kindness? For an EXPERIMENT? Simply because he could? Does an animal kill for food or pleasure? Or simply because it can? Anyone could make an argument for any option regardless of if it was Dottore or the animal that was at the heart of the debate.

" I DIDN'T kill him. " Dottore remarks in a rather matter-of-fact tone while gazing down to the mangled form of Albert that laid on the ground between them. " He's still quite conscious. " Here he pauses. " Well. Perhaps he might need an INCENTIVE to return to his full senses. But his vitals are within ACCEPTABLE parameters by all medical standards. "

That was not to say he wasn't in POOR shape though. Indeed, this Albert looked like he'd been in the jaws of a Rishboland Tiger. He doesn't so much as glance downwards when Albert gives a pathetic noise. Should he have removed this man's vocal cords? It would have been EASY enough, though he knew quite well the man's throat would not be capable of recovery for a long while as it was even now..

The harbinger turns towards Jean, tilting his head as if PIZZLED at her expression of distaste. ( With the mask on, it is hard to decipher his exact expression, but it is a gesture he often makes when inquiring to another's perspective - she should know it well. ) " You are not satisfied with this outcome. " A clinical observation as he turns his head towards the man he's dropped at her feet. " Though I FAIL to see why this is displeasing when he is a source of rage. " Those in Snezhnaya or even the deserts of Sumeru would welcome such an offering.

" Does knowing he is not dead and not quite yet in danger of dying change your feelings? " Dottore inquires, as it were a questionnaire to gather information from a subject. Perhaps she was upset at not having the opportunity to inflict the lethal wounds herself. He finds this DOUBTFUL though. " Would you prefer I do something else? I suppose I could make him more USEFUL if that is more to your tastes. " A poor specimen for any experiment, but he could be used somehow.

#gunnhildred #a house cat leaving Horrific gifts just #'see i did good :) ' #'why are you not pleased by this' #its okay we can make sure he suffers #dottore for one thinks he did a service #but kindness or an experiment of his own is debatable #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic ) #♢ — ❛ science is the only thing worth my time ❜ ( main verse )

[fatedevour]

♢  —     Anonymous said: the new batch of recruits wants to hear what the doctor has to say to welcome them

UNPROMPTED ASKS: ALWAYS ACCEPTING!

   What a tedious process he’s forced to endure. BUT it was one of the few non-negotiable duties any Harbinger had to perform when there were new recruits to be welcomed. They were required to give a speech to new recruits, and although in SNEZHNAYA it was often one of the other Harbingers who delivered them, anywhere else it was the duty of the nearest Harbinger. How unlucky of him. A cold eye glances over the newest recruits from beneath his mask. Most of them didn’t look like they’d make it very far. No matter, it wasn’t HIS problem. He just had to give this ridiculous speech. 

   “  TODAY is the day you begin to uphold the oath you have sworn to Her Majesty the Tsaritsa and to the nation of Snezhnaya. Your actions all reflect HER. Every word, every step, every moment from when you don your uniform and make it known who you are, you are first and foremost a representation of her Majesty and ALL the Fatui. So if you act a FOOL, you are not just a disgrace to yourself and to your family, but also a disgrace to the Tsaritsa and your new home. Those who stand beside you are your new place of belonging. They are who you will fight and live beside. THEY come first for the sake of Her Majesty. “

   Frankly it was all quite NAUSEATING to say such words. But most people were sheep and cattle, and it was the shepherds and wolves who kept them moving and acting as wanted by guiding hand or the snapping of hungry teeth. The speeches were supposed to foster a sense of CAMARADERIE between the people. ( How efficient it is, The Doctor has no idea since it's dull to him. ) And unlike the headache inducing eloquence of Pantalone’s rambling speeches, this needed no pointless frills and obscure terms that would merely be perplexing at best to the common folk. Simple and efficient was sometimes the IDEAL way to approach these matters.

   “  Her Majesty expects the BEST from you. You must be ruthless, adaptable, meticulous, and loyal to the cause. You are now a part of the great power of the Fatui. Your past no longer matters, but it is the future that you must gaze upon and give your everything for. Your successes will be rewarded amongst not just your peers, but if you strive hard enough, you may even be granted the privilege of Her Majesty's direct approval and grace. "

Dottore watches the NAIVE OPTIMISM flood through the crowd of new recruits, the hopeful gasps and glittering eyes. He estimates SIXTY PERCENT will survive the year but only one or two will be TRULY talented. Dottore could change this - but such is not HIS responsibility unless he's told otherwise. He's happy to give this inane speech and never see any of them again unless they happen to be of use to him.

" This is your role, your HONOR, to being a Fatui. Do you understand? " Dottore raises his voice, hands clasped behind his back as he stares over them. When they all speak in unison ( Yes Sir! ) he gives a curt nod. " You will receiver further instructions in the next day. Remember, you are now a Fatui. Hold yourselves with pride and determination. Dismissed! "

Once they have all disappeared, Dottore gives an IRRITATED sigh to himself. " How that BANKER enjoys such tasks as this, I will never comprehend. My time is far more VALUABLE than to be wasted on something like that. "

#Anonymous #the fact dottore has had to give these recruitement speeches #at SOME point is both terrifying and hilarious #he hates them sO MUCH #also so sorry to the anon who had to wait for me to answer this #i hope you are around to enjoy this #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic )

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @sungracd ​asked:  " i'm not frightened. "

RELENTLESS MELT STARTERS

" No? How FASCINATING. It would seem that would make you part of the minority here. " Dottore remarks, his deep voice carrying through the near empty walls of the church as he stands in the doorway of a holy space that his mere presence DESECRATES. " Mondstadt and its people have no love for the Fatui after all. "

Although Dottore's reputation was a rather COMPLICATED one. After all, he was the one who slayed Ursa and granted peace to the lands of Mondstadt. For that, he is both hero and monster. Hundreds of men had tried to slay Ursa with no success. What kind of monster was Dottore that he could single-handedly slay the beast? There was admiration as much as there was FEAR in the same way that people could admire and fear the apex predators of the world. Dottore was like the monster that feasted upon those predators who had no inkling to what being PREY was like.

There was also that matter of him being a Fatui Harbinger; the second one if he is precise. ( Or rather, many hims as the second, but PRIME carried the main title. ) That alone brought a lot of conflict. Rage, fear, distrust.

So how do people make peace with the conflict of hero and enemy? The same way an animal does — that is to say, whatever promotes survival. In this case, as in many cases, it is fear that reigns supreme. After all, humans, despite their proclamations otherwise, were just animals themselves at their cores. Nature dictates that creatures do what will facilitate survival.

" That is not necessarily a BAD thing. Merely unusual. " It's also worth noting that she might be a thorn in his side. " I assure you, my intentions were nothing so childlike as to invoke fear. It's been quite a LONG time since I've been in Mondstadt. I was curious to see its changes in the years while I'm here for diplomatic reasons. " It was a true statement, though the REASON for such curiosity was anything but innocent or benevolent.

#sungracd #i hope this was okay! #i assumed main verse for the genshin! #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic ) #♢ — ❛ science is the only thing worth my time ❜ ( main verse )

[fatedevour]

   “  Did you know? After 30-48 hours of sleep deprivation, 87% of participants in studies show simple visual hallucinations, with complex visual hallucinations not  starting until roughly 58 hours onwards, and auditory hallucinations being reported at 60 or later. But this only occurs if these hours occur consecutively without any naps. And it takes you half the time of your sleep deprivation timeline to recover completely.  “

#♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic ) #dont ask how i got here #i dont know but now i got charts of this info

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @ninebow ​ asked:  "I do know I don’t want anyone else to die."

14 WAYS TO DIE SENTENCES

   “  How very dutiful of you. I’d expect NOTHING else of the General Mahamatra.  You take matters and your duties quite seriously. It is a REFRESHING sight compared to the inane idiocy of many here who barely put in any effort to what they’re tasked to do.  “

   Dottore’s voice was calm and even, steady despite how many would often cower aware from Cyno if they even heard a whisper. But why should he? In all legality, there was NOTHING that could truly be used against him. No evidence that would hold itself, and even that which he had done, well,  there was no actual proof even if everyone knew it to be true. As far as the second Harbinger was concerned, Cyno was a PRIME example of why morals and ethics were such cages, why always being law-abiding was far from an optimal state to be in. Not that Dottore would have cared REGARDLESS of the status.

   “  But I should hope that you do understand the world cares very LITTLE for what people want. People die, young or old or in their prime. Illness, war, murder, HUMAN STUPIDITY, countless reasons for it all. Even should someone give word that there’d be no harm done, that doesn’t mean someone won’t be the cause of their own downfall through sheer ignorance. Say, falling in a spike bit or countless other matters?  “

   He knows very WELL that such is not what is being intended by the words spoken to him. But he’s not blind and going to acknowledge the remark as if it was directly intended for him. No one had swayed his opinion on it before, Cyno would not now either.  “  I suggest reducing your wants to a desire to protect. The fall will be less harsh that way.  “

#ninebow #dottore vc: that sounds like a you problem #fhdjgfg no fucks given from him #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic ) #♢ — ❛ science is the only thing worth my time ❜ ( main verse )

[fatedevour]

  ‘ . . .  ‘

   He’s staring at the candy cane in hand- and then straight up bites through it.

   ‘  . . . Another year and I still don’t see the appeal.  ‘

#♢ — ❛ more subjects enter the lab ❜ ( open ) #the cRUNCH #but also all sharp teeth makes it a difficult experience #i do genuinely think about this sometimes #bc they're basically all canines which is good for biting & holding/tearing #but not like...grinding into small pieces #so things like candy he doesnt enjoy #not a sweets person but more inclined to chocolate / ice cream / etc things that melt #or pasteries as opposed to hard candy #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic )

[fatedevour]

  “  Here’s a FUN fact for you. Many reptiles can change their own perception of time, or rate of life if you wish to call it, based on their ability to change their metabolism, since time perception is critically linked to this process.  “ Does anyone care? Probably not but he’s telling it anyways. 

#♢ — ❛ the doctor is in ! ❜ ( crack ) #sort of but he would also just blurt this out #i just need you guys to know this too #i ended up in a rabbit hole of learning new things #and now you get to as well #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic )

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @bogachs​​​​​​​​​​​​ asked:  "you're looking quite handsome today, docteur."

love, rosie sentences:

   Pantalone’s voice is like PHENOL, sickeningly sweet and tarry in Dottore’s ear. Unfortunately, for Pantalone, it has never been that siren-song that’s ever been what has caught the doctor’s attention. No matter how he might purr or smile or lure in the oblivious folks, those same men and women who can be ENCHANTED by a flash of gold or sparkle of a jewel, it fell flat to the man who chased after knowledge to feast on like unending vortex of charybdis at the expense of ALL ELSE. No. Fine silks, perfect accents, graceful poise? It meant nothing. Nothing but a needless display of pointlessness. But a snake’s venom is useless to the crushing power of the jaguar’s jaws. They were simple DIFFERENT and therefore INCOMPARABLE. Although he could INDULGE in sipping the sweet venom, he could also choose to REJECT it and hear the words as they were. Such was the latter how he treated the present moment.

   Dottore arches a brow as he watches Pantalone lift a hand to fix some ruffle of the NEW outfit that the doctor wore. He HADN’T been expecting a visit from the banker, rather certain that Pantalone was undoubtedly busy pouring over maps and numbers and trade information as usual - or preparing for the upcoming tax season. Although the HISS of his door opening had given a rather solid guess to who his visitor was given how FEW people would visit, let alone dare step in without announcement, it’d still been a vague surprise that he hid behind a clinical expression.

   “  You must rather LIKE this outfit to give me such a compliment unprompted.  “  Dottore remarks, lifting a hand up to catch Pantalone’s ELEGANT wrist before he can retract it to safety.  “  I’m glad you approve however. You are the FIRST to see it. Besides its creator of course.  “ With that hold on him, he gives a gentle but firm tug to draw Pantalone closer as he leans back against his empty desk. He watches how the dim light flickers over ink and moonlight hair, watches the corners of his eyes and lips for the subtle changes while his free hand rests against his hip.  “  So what is it you’re after, NIGHTSHADE? You rarely visit for NO reason of some kind.  “  He tease with what is far from a TYPICAL nickname, yet one nonetheless and no less fond in the UNDENIABLY contained traces of typical Dottore-esque aesthetics to it.  “  I have a meeting with Her Majesty and Pierro in a bit.  “  He murmurs UNPROMPTED, rough lips so close they could brush across the softness of Pantalone’s before he leans away slightly, curious to see if the banker’s GREED would drive him to chase the temptation of a kiss.

   It is true. He does have that meeting, but there was no RUSH in his movements, showcasing the fact that it was NOT  a case of last minute decision for him to change from a DISSECTION standard coat to the elegance of this new outfit. There was still SOME time to be had and he would selfishly indulge that in the company of Pantalone.

#bogachs #teasing the boyfriend? check #an absolute must to do ofc #its the lack of so many straps isnt it pantalone #(we're kidding tho there are far less straps) #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic ) #♢ — ❛ science is the only thing worth my time ❜ ( main verse ) #♢ — ❛ lips stained in the violence of love ❜ ( bogachs | pantalone )

[fatedevour]

  “  I won’t just CONFORM ; my roots run deep.  “   EVIDENTLY the second was NOT THRILLED over the matter being discussed at hand.

                                    ——————————————  

lyric starter call for @bogachs​​ song: Rise by State of Mine

#bogachs #first of all i realized this song is oddly fitting #second of all #there were so any good lines i sTRUGGLED #so many ideas #but tossing this to leave it pretty open #whether its @ pantalone directly & something he said #or just him ranting abt others #or something else entirely go wild #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic ) #♢ — ❛ science is the only thing worth my time ❜ ( main verse )

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @bogachs​​​​ asked:🎤 → voicing their insecurities (wOULD HE THO)

encounter my muse in a scenario  🎤 → voicing their insecurities

   Alcohol has never been something Dottore has ever been particularly KEEN on. It dilutes the quality of thoughts and behaviors, rending work pointless for several hours at best and many hours at worst. Factor in side effects of experimentation that increased resistance, and the second harbinger was not one to be seen bothering to drinking nor BE drunk or even close to it. (That, and he rarely left his lab or private quarters so seeing him at all could be a challenge.) But that did not mean he wouldn’t partake on OCCASION when he was left alone.

   It burns, and he’s never found the appeal of the sensation, but neither does it particularly bother him. It simply is. Just like it simply IS that Pantalone is walking into the room as he takes another long drink from the bottle to drain the last of it like the one earlier. Everything was hazy to think about, but he’s quite sure he didn’t forget anything that would warrant the unexpected appearance. He NEVER did on the rare times he drank for exactly this reason. So no one would bother him. He clicks his tongue, but his tongue feels heavy and weighted in his mouth as he head falls back against the chair.

   “  You certainly can smell OPPORTUNITY, can’t you? Like a shark can smell blood in the water. Did you know some sharks can can smell blood up to a quarter of a mile, or four hundred meters, away?  “  Dottore remarks, eyes closing to hide his infernal gaze away from prying gold. Like honey. It’s a thought that fits rather well; like mora, but also like honey, luring people in to trap them unknowingly in the sticky sweetness they perceive.  “ Come to pick my brain clean of what I might divulge like this?  “  He chuckles, but there’s an ODD, albeit subtle, higher tone that bleeds into the sound that warps it in a way it usually isn’t, metal pushed near its brittle point. Even steel can eventually fracture.

   Dottore pushes his chair back, giving little regard to how it scrapes against the wood as he stands up, a gloved hand keeping a careful grip on the wood. He should shut up and see what Pantalone wants, or see if Pantalone decides to just leave. But does he believe he would? ...No. No, he doesn’t. Pantalone always looks for opportunity for information, and isn’t this just a familiar set up for that silver tongue? Not against Dottore, but with drunk fools who will spill information and secrets they normally wouldn’t. It’s a thought that had red eyes simply staring at Pantalone for a moment, blank. He’s a damn fool. It’s there, that bubble of laughter that bleeds and shakes his body, but it it isn’t funny and it isn’t happy, and is (vexingly) more akin to BETA or the younger segments than Prime. But Prime was OLDER than Beta, at least in the timeline of the original Dottore’s life, it was natural that aspects of younger segments would still exist in an older segment and not vise versa.

   “  You know...  “  He rasps, abruptly swinging his gaze to focus on the empty bottles sat on the edge of the desk as he leans back against the front of it. “  You do it too. Keep me away, at bay. Like something to be kept to the edge of a forest. Though, the edge is closer than others allow.  “  A gloved finger rests against the rim of the bottle as if to shove it off and watch glass shatter into thousands of shards against the floor, though he does not actually do it. It’s an unprompted comment, sparked by nothing in particular other than the chaos of Dottore’s mind. Why did he say that? Dottore frowns for a moment as if in deep thought before looking to Pantalone.

  “  What are you here for? If its business, I’m rather afraid to say I’ve taken the evening off for once.  “  Well,  midnight wasn’t exactly evening but no matter. The point still stood. He gave a tired exhale, eyes sliding close again. “  But if you want a drink I have a few different bottles around. Help yourself.  “  A gloved hand gestured to a few unopened bottles, all of high quality. 

#bogachs #so the answer is no but yes but no #not without some sort of influence even tho he's not drunk #but will say it just not blatantly #alcohol tw #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic ) #♢ — ❛ science is the only thing worth my time ❜ ( main verse ) #♢ — ❛ lips stained in the violence of love ❜ ( bogachs | pantalone )

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @nazorneku​ asked:  📓  @  al-haitham

encounter my muse in a scenrio 📓 → reading out a sample of a book they’re reading

  “ Exposure to whole-body vibration, better known as WBV, by heavy machinery causes a distribution of motions and forces within the human body. To complicate matters, the transmission of vibration to the body is also dependent on body posture. To date there has been little attempt to accurately reflect many of the typical postures and vibration environments experienced by the human body or the trauma that such vibrations may pose to the human body. The machines with the greatest vibration emission were generally those that spent most of their time tracking. The worst machine for vibration exposure was a challenger 85D tracked tractor towing a 'hex' attachment. Operators of this machine would exceed the Teyvat Physical Agents Exposure Limit Value in about 2.5 hours. “

   A resounding THUD filled the air as Dottore snapped the book shut abruptly, casting it aside with disinterest. The AKADEMIYA might not know, but Dottore did. Though he was under no pretense of wanting to share that information.  “  It seems the Akademiya has taken a more ACCEPTING stance towards inquiries with machinery these days. Although i somehow imagine there’s still great restrictions to it. Always such a hassle.  “

   Dottore’s speaks calmly, although there’s a note of DISDAIN beneath the calm as he glances around. Oh he LOATHED these halls, albeit they were not the same ones he has once walked. But was that any surprise? It’d been over four hundred years by now since he’d roamed this area under a DIFFERENT name, things were expected to change. It’d be pathetic if they hadn’t, even if he’d already LONG left the school in his dust when it came to his knowledge. Although he supposed SOME things never changed. Like the fact this place was filled to the brim with hypocrites and cowards, unwilling to truly do what was necessary for the sake of learning.

   “  But I don’t imagine you care much for a reading lesson, now do you?  “  His masked visage finally properly turned to look towards the Scribe, head tilted to one side ever so slightly. 

#nazorneku #yes i went and found a whole phd pdf for this #and only changed EU for Teyvat #it feels like something dottore would read HJDFG #and probably judge for being a lame book but shh #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic ) #♢ — ❛ science is the only thing worth my time ❜ ( main verse )

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @bitbrumal​​​​​ asked: ON THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS PANTALONE SENT TO ME         twelve personal records kept eleven projects approved     ten fishbone corsets nine leather leashes     eight spy assistants         seven lambskin gloves ( yes seven you're getting an odd number f you ) six tailored waistcoats  five fresh cadavers four fraudulent receipts     three soft fur collars two dismissed requests                        & a pension fund committee

UNPROMPTED ASKS : ALWAYS ACCEPTING!

   “  Just WHAT is all this doing in my LAB, Regrator?  “

Had it been anyone OTHER than Dottore, they would have gazed upon the mountain of presents with DELIGHT and GREED. But this is not anyone else. And because of that, it is most likely to achieve the EXACT thing Pantalone desires. Beneath Dottore’s masked visage there was only ANNOYANCE at the clutter that has been brought into his lab with garishly bright paper and bows. An already annoying situation was EXASTURBATED by the presence of Pantalone’s SMUG smile beside him. Despite how TEMPTING brash action might be to rid himself of these presents, curiosity and the faint hope of something actually USEFUL among all the gifts makes him wait.

   (  Well, MORE hope of usefulness at least. The cadavers had ALREADY been found, and thus had been planted the idea that it might not ALL be pointless. The eight new agents assigned to him however was NOT something he was wanting. He’d be discussing having them moved away anyways. If all else failed, terrifying them to death would work.  )

   And thus begins the grueling task of UNWRAPPING gifts. Weren’t people always saying this was supposed to be FUN? Quite frankly, Dottore was of the belief that this pile would convince him otherwise by the end of it. The records earned an eyeroll, but the APPROVED projects gained an visible expression of delight. Yet BEFORE he can already come to a screeching halt to ramble about these projects, another gift is shoved into his hands...and thus begins a rather BAFFLING experience for THE DOCTOR. 

   Leashes? Well THAT certainly sends a message (a BOAST to the fact Pantalone has the MOST influence over him, or a more LITERAL message of a desire? Perhaps it was both.) as do the dismissed requests. Yet the waistcoats and gloves say another matter and resemble what he’s heard of as more traditional gifts. He is every bit as PETTY however and seeing the odd number only guarantees the fact that ONE SEGMENT at least will just wear one. (And THEN who would be annoying who when Pantalone sees?) As for the corsets...Well quite frankly, he isn’t quite sure WHAT to take away from that. Is it a jab at posture? Is it just Pantalone’s appallingly lavish tastes? They’re clearly expensive, but even PANTALONE must know such a gift is IMPRACTICAL for the doctor. He hardly attends formalities as it is and prefers sending DELTA, the one most similar to PRIME, to stand in his place. One or two at most would have been enough, but TEN? He’s rather sure its Pantalone simply FLASHING his wealth again. What he won’t do is admit to how long he gave them a puzzled stare after each one was unwrapped.

   The pension fund confirms the wealth. The seconds scowls with a flash of jagged teeth at the ninth with a growl. “  Pantalone.  “  He shoves the wrapping paper aside now, scowl deepening as the tape sticks to straps and feathers that require him to yank them all off.  “  RETIREMENT is not in the plans, nor SHALL it be. The older segments more or less are.  “  He huffs, arms folding across his chest before gesturing at all of this.  “  The MORA of all of this would have been fallen completely and easily into the category of satisfactory if you wished to be oh so generous.  “  he drawls, sarcasm dripping from the last few words. Pantalone isn’t GENEROUS without a purpose. Like annoying Dottore.  “

   “  Are you doing this to EVERYONE, or am I just SPECIAL?  “  He abruptly TURNS the tables of the act, or at least makes a valiant vie for it as his masked visage swings from the pile to Pantalone himself. 

#bitbrumal #listen it is so funny to me #imagining each thing is individually wrapped #the younger segments like theta definitely helped #could the segments have opened? yes #but they wanted to annoy prime and make him do it all #gathered them all up and then watched #the PETTY levels here with the gloves has me laughig #listen pantalone #if you wanted to send mixed signals then you succeeded #and also to annoy the hell out of him #just give him the mora >:( #he does not care for frilly gifts #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic ) #♢ — ❛ science is the only thing worth my time ❜ ( main verse )

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @bogachs​ asked: "happy valentines day, zandik. what did you get for me, hm?~" i'm sure dottore already almost finished that box of fontaine high quality chocolates. 

a very overdue response on my part.

  Pantalone’s smile is nothing short of a carefully crafted executioner’s blade and Dottore knows he is not safe from it. Ah. That explained the rather UNPROMPTED gift. Or so it had been in Dottore’s eyes. He’d noticed it of course. But the rather obvious telling sign by shape had been dismissed as nothing more than that bakery’s particular taste in design. Pantalone was ALWAYS getting needlessly decorated and fancy foods and gifts and items that often had fancy shaped packaging, wrapping, or boxes. He was HARDLY to blame for not initially realizing it. 

   Red eyes flick towards the box of chocolates that he had been picking at. Rationed - albeit inherently less so when multiple SELVES helped to a piece of the especially bitter and dark chocolate to help keep them awake. Dottore was quite certain they were CUSTOM ; he doubted many places there would sell chocolates to the bitterness level that Dottore liked. Most were absurdly sweet, and while he might indulge sweetness now and again, that amount would never be WELL RECEIVED.

   The last of the bite of chocolate that he’d had on his tongue was melting and his attention shifts from packaging to the banker himself.  “  Even IF I had, wouldn’t it merely have been dismissed or mocked? After all, it is such a COMMERCIALIZED holiday that the gestures are nothing but empty motions people go through. You’re practically swimming in them from what I hear and saw.”  Well, Delta had seen but the point stood all the same.  “  If I got you something merely for today because of social pressure, which we both know are all but USELESS on me, it’d be classified as a gesture done by obligation rather than choice, would it not?  “  He lifts an eyebrow slightly as if challenging Pantalone to DISAGREE with his assessment.  “  And you LOATHE that.  Or am I mistaken in that you find an OBLIGATED day of affection rather romantic compared to a spontaneous one?  “

  Really, it was all a very elaborate way of saying he had done nothing. But they WERE points he was standing by.  “  I was wondering what that was about though, or what you were about to demand of me to gift something ahead of time.  “

#bogachs #me looking at my calender #we're going to ignore how late this is HFDJFHG #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic ) #♢ — ❛ science is the only thing worth my time ❜ ( main verse ) #♢ — ❛ lips stained in the violence of love ❜ ( bogachs | pantalone )

[fatedevour]

“  This happens every time...  “

#this is event related #he's over here facepalming #first krupp now this #his subordinates really be here like 'i will gain/keep his interest!' & 'must prove i'm still useful!' #THE FACT YOURE STILL ALIVE SAYS ENOUGH #but then they decide to go act and lead to their own downfall #and dottore just :| 'great now i gotta clean up after you incompetent fools' #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic )

[fatedevour]

 "  Come, if you’re CURIOUS to see.  “  Though if one WANTED to see inside his lab was a different matter...

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lyric starter call for @fxtuii​ song: Devil’s Playground by The Rigs

#fxtuii #me pulling up the popcorn #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic ) #♢ — ❛ science is the only thing worth my time ❜ ( main verse )

[fatedevour]

  “  Time  to  terrorize  ~  !  “  All  in  the  sake  of  festive  spirit

#♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic ) #harbingers getting their mcdonalds halloween buckets before festivities #then off to scare the children and adults HGDFJG