forum True Lab of His True Intention (O/O) (Rated M)

Started January 06, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Two days?" Sage shook her head. That was impossible. "Two days? I just got here yesterday, afternoon….I slept for a day?"

Werry shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. I got confused. You've been here for a day. And on tracks to the morning.”

Sage gave a shrug. "Whatever…. It doesn't matter. You're hiding a lot!" She pointed a finger at him. "I'm going to find out what. Even if it means that I remain here." Sage's words came out so fast, she hardly registered them.

Werry rose his eyebrows skeptically at his encrossed arms. “Really? I doubt you’ll truly want to stay. And I hold many secrets.”

"No, I don't want to remain here, but it looks like I have no choice. I–I…." Sage wrung her hands together, looking . down. Her mind was telling her to shut her mouth and get herself together so she could leave. But her heart….she would never get a chance like this ever again.
"I can't leave…. Werry."

Werry looked up at her again, knawing on his lip nervously. “Wh-why is that? Of course you can leave, I won’t do anything to you if you try. I’ll help you!” He pointed across the room where her fixed phone sat upon his desk.

Sage followed his finger to where he phone lie. He fixed it….
"No." She stated firmly. She looked back at him and sighed. "Do you remember when I told you I had read an article about you?" She paused. "I've been reading about you for years. The day I came here was the anniversary of your death, that's why I thought it would be cool to come here. Dr. Werry, I've been a fan of your work since I was 12. All of this overwhelmed me before but now….I can't just leave."

Werry chewed on his lips and stood. He started to pace the room, shaking his head.
“That is such a wonderful story. But unfortunately I have to tell you that I am not the regal scientist I once was. My time was grand and bold, and all of my studies will certainly go down in history, but I am a bad man.”

"I don't see how." Sage let her shoulder's sag. What was the use. They were talking in circles.

Werry shook his head. “I’m honored that you followed my studies so closely. But I can’t tell you just yet. Perhaps farther along in our relationship.”

"Farther along in our relationship…” She echoed. "So, you're letting me stay. Okay." Sage smiled.

Werry nodded slowly. “If you’d like to stay… you may.” He grinned lightly.

Sage looked to him. "You have a goofy grin." She pointed to his lips. "I'd call it cute if you, yourself, weren't so sketchy."

Werry’s grin dropped off of his face the moment she said “sketchy”. “Oh. Right.” He looked away from her again with a sigh.

Sage giggled. "I'm sorry… that was rude…" She pulled him into a hug. "Get use to it." She said, her face buried into his shirt. "This is a coping mechanism for the both of us. Trust me, we'll like each other more."

Werry let her hug him, unsure if she wanted him to hug back or not. So he just kinda sat there.
“Get used to it? Oh-okay… then.” He blinked down at her.

"Good, good…" Sage remained there for a few more moments before pulling away. She then picked up the rest of her granola bar and taken a bite.

Werry relaxed slowly when she pulled away from him. “So um…” He cleared his throat. “What now?”

With a shrug, Sage balled up her empty wrapper. "I don't know. This is your place, right?"

Werry nodded slowly. “Yes but… you’re the guest so…” He looked down at his hands.

"Hm…" Sage bit a nail. "Let's think: You won't tell me what those monster things are. It too dark for comfort out there…so uh, what can we do in here?"

Werry frowned. “The darkness nor my monsters will hurt you. You should not be afraid of them.”

"If I shouldn't be afraid of them….then why do you call them monsters?" Sage whispered. Her eyes were still on her nails.

“Well, I don’t, but studies show if you share a name with someone of something that scares the latter, it makes them feel better.” Werry grinned lightly.

"It doesn't." She disagreed with a shake of her head. "At least not now." With a sigh, she ran a hand through her ginger hair. "I guess it doesn't really matter to you. The word monster had gain sympathy over the years. As humans darken in less bizarre and unusual ways…..maybe monsters are the least of our worries…sometimes even our friends."

Werry hummed softly in agreement and looked at his hands. “I’ll have to say I agree. It’s sad that I can, just to see and look at how bad it has gotten.”

Sage pulled the blanket she used over her lap and played with lose threads. "I guess it makes sense to stay down here then…"

Werry swallowed lightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yeah. It might eh… seem that way.”

"Hm." Was all Sage offered. A small pile of strands of thread formed beside her.

Werry glanced over and frowned lightly. He liked the quilt that she was tearing apart. It was quite disappointing to see it wither away.