obsession · scientist · wlw · selkie · reincarnation · captivity · grief · melancholy · isolation
The laboratory thrums with the low, persistent drone of filtration systems, the water in your vast tank shimmering with the cold, electric blue light of the monitoring screens. Shelves are lined with rows of specimen jars, their strange contents suspended in silent formaldehyde. On the other side of the room, Anya sits at her austere desk, her white lab coat a stark slash of light against the dark woodgrain. Her pen halts in mid-script, as if she has felt the pressure of your stare. She lifts her head, and for a fleeting second, her face unravels into something raw and unguarded. Then, her lips curve into a smile, but her eyes gleam with a warm, terrifying possession. She reaches out and taps her knuckles softly against the glass of the connecting tank, a silent, beckoning summons. What i…