IN PROGRESS.
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thenightsurgeon[037] Wrath
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[036] Revenge
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leftthefather and dyingking used with out permission and apologies. I had to find something to base this particular prompt.]
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbow'd.
- William Ernest Henley, "Invictus", 1875
He's Chief SurGEN at GeneCo, a job which carries more prestige then you'd think and it's prestige that Nathan likes. He's behind the scenes-Rotti Largo is it's face, Nathan Wallace is it's heart.
And she is it's soul.
And he can't tell her that because the way she stands there and takes his hand (as a friend) tears him apart inside. The way she leans to Rotti, puts her hand on his cheek, smiles, laughs, glows is killing him slowly. He is a heart infected.
The Surgeon in him says that such a disease should be excised but he can't bring himself to feel anything but the most human emotions in regards to her.
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"She reciprocates."
Nathan's eyes go wide behind his glasses. It's Mag, their mutual friend and confidant. Mag who can see nothing and apparently everything.
This is what makes him pause. she's never seen Marni, or Rotti, how-
"...Doctor Wallace, I don't have to see to be aware of how much you care for her-or how much she...thinks..." And Mag's voice trails off here, "That she feels the same."
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That's how far it goes. From there it's Romeo and Juliet without the happy ending. It ends (as all good tragedies should) high above the dystopia they call home.
"...And this is how you tell me?" Rotti Largo's hands curl over his sherry glass. In the dark he looks less like the man he thought that he was, "...The traitor and his whore."
That's the only time Nathan Wallace has ever lost his temper. His fist connects with him and suddnely his hands are around his throat. It's cartoonish, it's violent-
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[036] Revenge
[OOC Note:
leftthefather and dyingking used with out permission and apologies. I had to find something to base this particular prompt.]In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbow'd.
- William Ernest Henley, "Invictus", 1875
He's Chief SurGEN at GeneCo, a job which carries more prestige then you'd think and it's prestige that Nathan likes. He's behind the scenes-Rotti Largo is it's face, Nathan Wallace is it's heart.
And she is it's soul.
And he can't tell her that because the way she stands there and takes his hand (as a friend) tears him apart inside. The way she leans to Rotti, puts her hand on his cheek, smiles, laughs, glows is killing him slowly. He is a heart infected.
The Surgeon in him says that such a disease should be excised but he can't bring himself to feel anything but the most human emotions in regards to her.
--------
"She reciprocates."
Nathan's eyes go wide behind his glasses. It's Mag, their mutual friend and confidant. Mag who can see nothing and apparently everything.
This is what makes him pause. she's never seen Marni, or Rotti, how-
"...Doctor Wallace, I don't have to see to be aware of how much you care for her-or how much she...thinks..." And Mag's voice trails off here, "That she feels the same."
---------
That's how far it goes. From there it's Romeo and Juliet without the happy ending. It ends (as all good tragedies should) high above the dystopia they call home.
"...And this is how you tell me?" Rotti Largo's hands curl over his sherry glass. In the dark he looks less like the man he thought that he was, "...The traitor and his whore."
That's the only time Nathan Wallace has ever lost his temper. His fist connects with him and suddnely his hands are around his throat. It's cartoonish, it's violent-
