CLOSED | prompt eight | RUIN

[dondarrion]

prompt eight | R U I N dressing-room style. closed to rog.

 

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[pseudoarchaeology]

[ Even he was young, a budding and bright star academia complete with meteoric rise, Gene hadn't been able to do much of anything by halves. Whatever he put his mind to, he did — a spiraling staircase to success that had crumbled away just as quickly when the ax had finally fallen. He had been brilliant with every fiber in his being as a young man and, now mad and old, he's just as crazy as he'd once been inspired. (And sometimes that means forgetting the one he trusts most; sometimes it means holding onto her for dear life and hoping she doesn't drown in the process.)

He looks down at his jacket and he follows suit, both hands coming to bat at the fabric as if having realized it offends Nellie somehow. ] Too kind, too good. Mustn't shout, not at Nellie. Drats.

[trailing]

[ He's still brilliant. That's the line Nellie maintains, at least. Crazy, sure, but still just as bright. She's too young to have been around the ACRG for the fall-out, but not so young that she doesn't remember the sort of weight that his name used to carry. It's through trying to keep up with him that she's gotten past both the old legend and the current reputation, and there's nothing in the patient tone in her voice that is feigned or insincere.

Gently, she pats his collar, shaking her head once. ]

It's okay. Can't scare Nellie away.