#❆ webrunners. (DAMIEN) ❆

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@webrunners sent: ✉ (push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed) - damien // [MEME] 

The look she shoots him is one that’s never been reserved for him before, a contradictory blend of something both icy and seething; the effect, however, if muzzled by the setting. One’s intimidation only diminishes when bedridden, after all. She almost wishes Cvrie had never talked to him, filled him in. 

❝Look, I get that you’re trying to be-❞ A hand waves in the air. Sympathetic. Helpful. He always is, isn’t he? Even when he doesn’t need to be. ❝But seriously, if I don’t get at least one cup of coffee, this is only going to get ugly.❞

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thank you for this slkdjf // @webrunners

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@webrunners said:  [ i’m fine, i’ve had worse. ] - damien. // STARTERS.

❝You know how people’ll have swear jars?❞ An oddly conversational tone takes hold, despite the circumstances. Can’t say she’s seen many situations involving impalements, but even if she had, Quinn feels this one might just take the cake. Her fingers curl in, hesitant, unsure of what the next step should be for something like this. ❝I’m thinking we should make one every time you immortals go handwaving the gravity of a typically perilous situation.❞

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There’s not many people that Quinn actually finds herself comfortable around; safety is hardly a guarantee in the world(s) she knows now, after all. But despite that, she feels a level of ease around Damien. He has a very easygoing, personable manner to him that she just finds herself comfortable around. I feel like she really enjoys that clean simplicity that their friendship offers, especially since they both live highly complicated and messy lives.

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@webrunners. 

The Institute creates man, but treats them as machine. The Institute replicates human life, but forces them under the standards of mere equipment. She can see the ones that edge the lines of those requirements; quiet moments when they think they’re alone, when they think others won’t see; momentary slip-ups around the newcomer, the unknown variable, the mother to The Father. 

And then there are the Coursers. The ones not even allowed the luxury of those minute mistakes. The ones whose collars and leashes are tightest, even when given the freedom to see the surface. The one she works with now is no exception.

“Let’s take a break.” She says at one point, finding shade and the illusion of shelter in a dilapidated building, partially caved in. The sky hangs wide and grey over them, but the remaining walls provide some buffer against unkind winds. She digs through her pack, before tossing a spare nutrient packet to the Courser for him to eat. He hasn’t spoken much. Then again, so was X6. “Are you used to working with others topside? Or do you usually work alone?”