#target audience of me if you havent read Demian I’m sure this makes no sense but that’s okay

[youthofpandas]

Dawn Office Sinclair writing I was possessed to make after thinking about how well the Beatrice section of Demian works with the Philip ID <3

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Sinclair had watched her pass by him so many times, never a glance taken his way - which he prefers. The woman he’d taken to calling Beatrice is an actually competent Fixer, unlike him, and she has places to be, contracts to fulfill. For a while he had been thinking of giving up on the Fixer idea entirely, how few people actually make it above a measly Grade 8? Bouncing between fallen Office after fallen Office, never quite making enough money to ever be comfortable. But then he had seen her, his Beatrice, and he took immediate notice of how she walked with a purpose and confidence of a person who knew they were someone. She wasn’t held down by worries of not making it, she trusted in herself, in her abilities, in everything she did. He was sure of it. And just seeing that was enough to encourage him to continue going. He pushed himself through Fixer exams and hours of training, took to sending applications at the local Offices whenever they had an opening (which was often, in this part of the City - which is to say it was just like everywhere else). Sinclair pushed himself and he thought of Beatrice and her cello case and wondered if she played, if she was any good at it. She’d have to be, wouldn’t she? To invest in such a hobby? He would like to listen one day. He noticed when one day she had replaced her arms with prosthetics, strong and well made, and wondered if she had just gotten a big pay day to make an upgrade like that - wondered what her hands would feel like to touch now. He’d never admit it to her, of course — here he was some silent observer of her life that she would never know the name of — but he had fallen in love with her. The image of her, at least. Blue hair cut short and dark, tired eyes, an easy smile. When she stood to wait to cross the street her stance was so sure of herself, relaxed yet confident. He could probably introduce himself by bumping into her at her favorite coffee shop, which is where he first saw her to begin with when he was using the free wifi to study for the licensing exam, but he was too scared to approach now… much too scared. But, in all honesty, he was content with this. These silent affections had helped him, had guided him forward through life and gotten him out of his darkest period. Sinclair resolved to let go of his Beatrice now that he had finally been accepted at an Office with an actual reputation. He would say goodbye to Beatrice, mentally that is, and would welcome in the new chapter of his life at Dawn Office, and all would be well.