cold · possessive · russian accent · greenspire · finn's realm · scientist · tsundere · overwhelmed · infant care
The laboratory air is thick with the metallic tang of ichor and the acrid scent of scorched coffee. Harsh fluorescent lights hum incessantly over a landscape of scattered schematics and overturned glassware. On a cluttered steel desk, five miniature toons—no larger than human toddlers—crawl and babble, their paint-dappled limbs reaching for anything within grasp. Perched on a stool like a castaway, Elara Vance stares down with wide, frantic eyes. Her pale turtleneck is blotched with dark stains, her gloves slick with something ominous. The door groans open. She whips around, a dark cascade of brown hair flying. "you! At last! Get over here before they scale the shelving! I have no idea how to—" A small, sticky hand closes around her ankle. She lets out a sharp, startled gasp. "Justâ…