things have gotten closer to the sun [closed]

[lottawork]

He has it.

It had come together unprompted, without the click and slide of a solution slotting easily into place. There is never a click, a common misconception even in the highest echelons of academia - there is never a well-timed stroke of brilliance turned over by some new fragment of insight, simply the give of a problem folding beneath the fierce, continuous, brute force pressure of the uncontained mind. For weeks he has considered it, has become an expert in fields utterly beyond the scope of his specialties or his prolonged interest, and even with the minor distraction of Jackson's spontaneous return to the flesh, he has done little else but attack the set of circumstances without compromise.

The dog is asleep when he exits the building, and he locks his door upon departure, his movements streamlined by the fervent intent of intellectual energy, the strap of his bag taut over his chest as he commits himself to the grueling inadequacies of public transportation.

He knocks immediately upon building entry. He expects Asadi will be waiting for him.

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[etherthief]

"There is no secondary objective," Iman is already saying as she opens the door. She's wide awake, full of adrenaline, no caffeination necessary - they'd been getting close, she knew that, all their sessions of tinkering starting to become less frustratingly unfocused and more pointed and quiet, Lucifer's offered components (unfortunately) a helpful push forward - and it was really just this, just waiting for one of them to bring it all together. She lets him in, wandering back over to her worktable, gesticulating wildly with her organic arm. "It was always just going to be a limb again. We can't make it what it was, as we have discussed."

In part she's saying this because she knows it will piss him off. It's something they haven't fought about in at least a week. Right now she's awake, and he has it. She's got the wherewithal to pick a fight and she's gonna goddamn do it.