perfectworldshipping

A series of drabbles about a certain Professor and the leader of a disbanded organization. Feel free to give me prompts.

Xerosic chuckled darkly. "I know why you're here, dear professor." Sycamore trembled a little. He clenched his fists, a determined look in his eyes. "Yes. And I expect you to tell me what I want to know." Xerosic shook his head, still laughing. "It's not gonna be that easy, professor. I'm gonna expect a full pardon in return." "You're insane!" he growled low in his throat. The scientist smirked. "Maybe, but at least I'm not pining over someone who gave up on me." Sycamore froze up and stared at him...any words he'd had in his mind had been stolen away by that sentence. Xerosic's expression darkened. "Lysandre is alive, Augustine. But he is trapped. You're gonna have to dig through that rubble." And dig, he did.