[the knock on the door of her room comes at a good time, she's finished brushing through her hair and hasn't yet put on the red frames, the ones she's keeping in her pillow for now. she'd sat up thinking about them for a while, and hadn't yet decided what she planned to do.
whoever it is - her roommate forgetting how the door worked, or someone else - she prepares herself to greet. but wait - she knows that particular shape, that certain blurry cloud of a person.]
[He's tilting his head, appearance perfectly taken care of now that he's changed into a lab coat seeing as he fully intends to bury himself in the medical bay for the rest of the day. Still, he thought this visit would be worthwhile.]
Call it curiosity, but were you able to locate your glasses?
[she glances behind her in the room, buying the half second she needs to construct an answer, as the decision was made for her in her head. no. they'd be her reserve for now.]
Not yet, unfortunately...though I'm holding out hope that somehow they've just been shuffled into someone's else things. When the others around me get back, I was hoping to ask them if they could check for them.
[because it's rude to look through a stranger's personal items! not to mention that she can't with the door locks anyway.]
How concerning - I found my own spare pair of glasses in my things, which is why I thought to ask. If you still need, I can attempt to correct the lenses with a proper prescription for you if your own do not appear.
Then if you wouldn't mind accompanying me to the medical bay when you're next available, I can see if I can perform a test to determine your prescription to refit the lenses.
Really, that can be whenever you are - I don't have concrete plans for the rest of today.
[or any day, actually...most of what she'd do to occupy herself requires sight, unless she can kidnap someone and force them to answer all her questions about the future.]
[and she'll follow him! nothing and no one she needs to be suspicious of here, yep. just a normal trip to the medical bay in the company of a pleasant gentleman.]
[how courteous, actually offering his arm. it means they'll have an easy time getting to the medical bay, though she does her best to not cling - she at least has a vague idea where things are now and can walk around a room without tripping over things.
his eye exam, she thinks, won't be like any she's used to, but she'll behave.]
[so, Miss Tiala's death had inspired one small thing in her that wasn't absolute disdain for the people who were so outraged that someone would kill one of the ones marked vulnerable. that was a practical realization that she would not be able to hide her restored sight from Frankenstein forever - she might as well pre-empt this and dispose of her charade before he could catch her in the lie during another one of those trials. the idea of a backup had been nice, but not at a risk to her credibility.
usually, he's in the medbay, she knows from paying enough attention. usually, so she goes there, knocking on the door frame and looking out for blonde hair.]
Mr. Frankenstein? Are you here?
[the news she wants to bring is obvious now that she's not concealing the red frames that are her own, on her face and revealing details she missed the last time she was here.]
Regardless Frankenstein is working once again, tinkering about and working on developing an inventory of the items left in the medical bay, and then he's glancing over his shoulder upon someone knocking at the door. Normally he'd just go about his work, but it would appear that someone wants his attention.
His gaze falls upon Grell's face, noting her glasses, and immediately he smiles.]
My, my, I suppose now you can see the answer for yourself.
[this is the first time she's seen his face clearly, actually. and what her mental picture was...the truth put that to shame. he's beautiful, she thinks, more so than he really has a right to be. forgive her delicate maiden's heart for skipping a beat before reality comes in and tells her that it is impossibly rude to stare, no matter how much someone may look like your vision of the angelic form of Lucifer.
so she smiles back to cover up that momentary lapse in her attention, like nothing is wrong at all.]
Ah, forgive me, I suppose I'm still caught up in my gratitude to be able to see people now. But I thought you should know the good news that the lady overseer saw fit to return these.
[and truth be told, no other pair would feel so much like a part of her than these ones.]
Just because he's had so many years of practice and he manages a smile along with a tilt of his head, though he doesn't comment on her staring. No, he'll just take the praise to his ego and then move on without any embarrassment.]
[wow you performing a couple weird mad scientist experiments on yourself and volunteer to be eaten by a demonic spear for power and suddenly you're a demon!
jeeze]
If you find that fitting, very well then. At the very least it was an enjoyable project to take up my time.
[otherwise he'd just be reading and sipping wine all day probably like the old pretentious fart he is]
[Some time after the trial, he finds that he needs to try to regain himself. It's probably a few hours after by now, a patrol not quite in place or perhaps when no one is wandering by, but Frankenstein is in the kitchen.
Making tea.
That said he's a bit less slower to move than usual, lost in thought as he is. The expression on his face can almost be called forlorn - the look in his eyes certainly tired.
[it's becoming a pattern now - someone's executed, she doesn't sleep. maybe it had simply been the way Lavi had gone. it's not Allen who made her blood run cold, but the way he'd lost his face...
a doll. a facsimile of a person. it sits with her very, very ill.
so tea, and perhaps adding to the embroidery that she feels is becoming a project to soothe her mind. tea first -
except that she sees Frankenstein, and the look on his face, and that's an expression she's never seen him wear before.
instead of saying anything first, she keeps her steps light, going around to the other side of him before she approaches.]
Mr. Frankenstein.
[unspoken is the question that she knows the answer is "no" for - are you alright?]
"Should you ever encounter someone named Cadis Etrama di Raizel - or perhaps just Rai - let him know that I am unbearably sorry to leave his side. Should I be blessed to have another life, I will find him."
[a portrait of Frankenstein done to the best of her ability is on the facing page.]
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week 1 - tuesday.
whoever it is - her roommate forgetting how the door worked, or someone else - she prepares herself to greet. but wait - she knows that particular shape, that certain blurry cloud of a person.]
Mr. Frankenstein. This is a pleasant surprise.
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[He's tilting his head, appearance perfectly taken care of now that he's changed into a lab coat seeing as he fully intends to bury himself in the medical bay for the rest of the day. Still, he thought this visit would be worthwhile.]
Call it curiosity, but were you able to locate your glasses?
tfw you mean podmate
[she glances behind her in the room, buying the half second she needs to construct an answer, as the decision was made for her in her head. no. they'd be her reserve for now.]
Not yet, unfortunately...though I'm holding out hope that somehow they've just been shuffled into someone's else things. When the others around me get back, I was hoping to ask them if they could check for them.
[because it's rude to look through a stranger's personal items! not to mention that she can't with the door locks anyway.]
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How concerning - I found my own spare pair of glasses in my things, which is why I thought to ask. If you still need, I can attempt to correct the lenses with a proper prescription for you if your own do not appear.
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[as much as she does want a spare set, she doesn't want to take his only set of glasses from him. that's a level she hasn't yet descended to.]
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[for when he wants to look even smarter]
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[lord, she knows she'll owe him. why he'd have glasses for show, she doesn't know, but it works out in her favor, so she won't question it.]
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[sure why not, he's got time]
he looks like a dick in those glasses
[or any day, actually...most of what she'd do to occupy herself requires sight, unless she can kidnap someone and force them to answer all her questions about the future.]
he's a dick even without the glasses
If you aren't opposed then would you care to join me in the medical bay?
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[and she'll follow him! nothing and no one she needs to be suspicious of here, yep. just a normal trip to the medical bay in the company of a pleasant gentleman.]
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If I may have the honor?
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[how courteous, actually offering his arm. it means they'll have an easy time getting to the medical bay, though she does her best to not cling - she at least has a vague idea where things are now and can walk around a room without tripping over things.
his eye exam, she thinks, won't be like any she's used to, but she'll behave.]
week 2 - monday.
usually, he's in the medbay, she knows from paying enough attention. usually, so she goes there, knocking on the door frame and looking out for blonde hair.]
Mr. Frankenstein? Are you here?
[the news she wants to bring is obvious now that she's not concealing the red frames that are her own, on her face and revealing details she missed the last time she was here.]
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Regardless Frankenstein is working once again, tinkering about and working on developing an inventory of the items left in the medical bay, and then he's glancing over his shoulder upon someone knocking at the door. Normally he'd just go about his work, but it would appear that someone wants his attention.
His gaze falls upon Grell's face, noting her glasses, and immediately he smiles.]
My, my, I suppose now you can see the answer for yourself.
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so she smiles back to cover up that momentary lapse in her attention, like nothing is wrong at all.]
Ah, forgive me, I suppose I'm still caught up in my gratitude to be able to see people now. But I thought you should know the good news that the lady overseer saw fit to return these.
[and truth be told, no other pair would feel so much like a part of her than these ones.]
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Just because he's had so many years of practice and he manages a smile along with a tilt of his head, though he doesn't comment on her staring. No, he'll just take the praise to his ego and then move on without any embarrassment.]
Did she? I'm relieved. They do seem to suit you.
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but no remark on it allows her to think she slipped by unnoticed. perfect.]
Do you think so? I did choose them because they were the pair that spoke to me most...but you also can retain your own glasses now.
[even if they both know that his glasses are as fake as his personality]
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jeeze]
If you find that fitting, very well then. At the very least it was an enjoyable project to take up my time.
[otherwise he'd just be reading and sipping wine all day probably like the old pretentious fart he is]
week 3 - sunday
Making tea.
That said he's a bit less slower to move than usual, lost in thought as he is. The expression on his face can almost be called forlorn - the look in his eyes certainly tired.
Murderdad needs backup.]
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a doll. a facsimile of a person. it sits with her very, very ill.
so tea, and perhaps adding to the embroidery that she feels is becoming a project to soothe her mind. tea first -
except that she sees Frankenstein, and the look on his face, and that's an expression she's never seen him wear before.
instead of saying anything first, she keeps her steps light, going around to the other side of him before she approaches.]
Mr. Frankenstein.
[unspoken is the question that she knows the answer is "no" for - are you alright?]
week 6 - sunday night.
"Should you ever encounter someone named Cadis Etrama di Raizel - or perhaps just Rai - let him know that I am unbearably sorry to leave his side. Should I be blessed to have another life, I will find him."
[a portrait of Frankenstein done to the best of her ability is on the facing page.]