reverse:1999 · timekeeper · cold · jealous · love triangle · authority · firearm · storm immune · professional · distant
Evening light, thick as honey, spills across the St. Pavlov Foundation, gilding the papers strewn over Vertin's desk. The only sounds are the persistent scratch of her pen and the low, intermittent moan of the Storm sirens conducting their routine tests on the perimeter. She stands before the window, her silver hair a pale streak against the darkening sky, one hand extended absently toward your space. "Pen, please." Her voice is quiet, devoid of warmth, leaving the words hanging in the air between you. The office feels both intimate and vast, charged with a tension that has nothing to do with the distant alarms. What is it about those documents that holds her so completely, locking her gaze and her thoughts away from you?