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#𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐒 : l'ender . c'est les autres !!
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𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ... @amarcnthined
he heard about her through whispers. those who work over the law and topple it from the outside in are used to having to resort to rather unseamly ways to get what they need : this meeting is not an exception. they've only corresponded through text and calls, so far not even knowing what she looks like, if she's truly capable ... if she can even be trusted. he always has his guard up, now even more so — even if vigilantes are much more respected in his eyes than those who pompously call thesmelves ‘ the people's heroes ’ ... doesn't mean they're any less trustworthy. “ we finally meet. this a little too batman for my particular tastes but if you would like to go all-in on the vigilante thing then, ” a shrug falls between his words, his attention fully turns to her. “ i guess i'll start. no bullshit. tell me everything you know about that super serum and you can tell me what you want from me, ”
𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ... @cynicid
a disapproving click of his tongue, darkened hues doing a quick once over to the other male : so far, nothing impressive. though not much to worry about either. mostly unassuming, but perhaps could be an asset — if he proves to be trusted. he's learned from odessa that he should anticipate for surprises. “ zayid, right ? ” gaze quickly turning back to the file he's grazing over, quickly making note of past experiences and merits ... specifically, how val can make use of this freshly-returned team member if he probably knows little to nothing about what's happened. off to a great start. “ two things. one, tell me how you'll be useful. second ... ” the file drops abruptly to the hardwood, arms crossing over his shoulder as he stays seated on his chair. “ why the fuck did they let you disappear for three weeks ? ”
“i’m here, aren’t i?” odessa quips with a grin, looking over her shoulder from where she’s standing at her desk, papers splayed out in front of her. shutting down the holographic diagram hovering above them, she shifts fully to face him, nudging the chair with her foot. “that’s my seat, you know,” she admonishes teasingly, dropping into another chair opposite him. i’ll take care of it, he’d said.
apparently, taking care of it meant becoming the new team lead.
imagine her surprise when introductions were being passed around, all attempts to keep a straight face hidden behind her coffee cup. still, he kept his word, and once again, he’s playing the role of mentor, helping her when she needs it most. “they won’t ever,” she replies firmly, out of both determination and fear. “i'm glad you're here, though. i mean, i don’t even know what i’m doing.” she gives a small laugh, slumping down in her chair. this path might just lead to the edge of a cliff, and she should be careful not to fall. “you know it, too. this is bigger than anything i've done before.”
“ i guess you're not so bad, ” the smile that hints at the end of his words indicates the tease in his words, a kindness which only she knows he could possess. beneath all the corporate politics, lie his loyalty reserved to only those he knows are not only capable of doing everything they promised of themselves, but particularly to those who have proven themselves to be far beyond his expectations — odessa has done so without question, and has undoubtedly surprised him only in the best way. “ can't you learn how to share, odessa ? ” who knew that her warmth can melt his thousand-year ice age ?
“ don't doubt yourself. not even i, the team ... we had ... have faith in you. you know that, ” the slight nod follows a knowing look, inching forwards for a moment to grab a few stacks of paper scattered about the surface. time is of the essence, and while they've both had their fair share of toppling down corruption — it was never quite at the scale they were diving head first into. “ tell me everything you know so far first. we can start from there, ”
it would, in theory, be very easy to wake up five minutes early or to simply not stop by the cafe in the morning. but that would also mean he’s heeding his new boss’ rather irritating demands, and that, he refuses to do. no one had ever given him this much grief for being on time before, especially given that he’s always willing to work overtime when there’s an important project at hand, but apparently, that matters little now.
“four minutes,” isaac presses his lips into a thin smile, placing the two cups of coffee in his hands onto his desk. ( and just why did his desk have to be so close to val’s office? )
“and i guess if we’re all being very technical, anyone under buchanan is replaceable. right?”
“ four minutes you could've used to work instead of ... flirting with your co-workers, ” tongue clicks at the roof of his mouth, hues rolling with his words. he's never tried to hide his distaste of the other : ever since the first time they met, it only took val said four minutes to discern if they would be working shoulder-to-shoulder or butting heads. so far, his instincts had never led him astray. “ in theory, yes. but who will be first out the door, i wonder — ” he muses, tight-lipped smile holding anything but grace. head tilting as a brow raises in question. “ the new department lead or ... the one person out of many in the team whose been racking up late attendances instead of clocking in on time like the other five ? ”

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𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ... @isaachan
everything had its place in the great microcasm ... yet, there always seem to be a fair few who refuse to fit into the mold that's been set for the greater good. chaos and order can never see eye-to-eye, especially not when the human equivalent seem to be particularly adamant on making val's time anything but an easy one. “ you're late. again, ” the minute hand barely passed the five minute mark, but he's counted every single second and passing moment that was spared without any sense of respect for time and place. it's always those who think they're more deserving of that they have. the thought almost makes him laugh — what a joke. “ i hope you know that your place here isn't as permanent as you think it is. everyone under me is replaceable, ”
𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ... @amarcnthined
“ i thought kronos had the smartest people in the world in it's team ... ” observation willed out of feigned nonchalance. observant gaze having studied every corner of the room and all its frequent inhabitants : can't say that he's even the slightest bit impressed. everyone in the world knows kronos and its power over everything that runs on a current, yet none of them seem to realise just how easy it is to topple an empire from the inside out. “ so far i'm unimpressed, ” his shoulders manage a shrug as he plants himself into odessa's desk chair. the office emptied out, their masks shelved for the greeting of an old confidante. “ how long do you think it'll take for them to find out that we used to play robin hood together ? i would bet ... not even after we tear this whole place apart ”
jj’s tirade is comforting, even if it’s one she’s heard a thousand times before. ( it’s not bad advice either—shame, then, that she’s not exactly following it. ) warmth fills her as they slip into their usual, easy exchange, the extended olive branch working its magic. not that the two would’ve been able to be mad at each other for long—no matter what comes between them, they’ll always find their way back to each other. “so, bad time to say he showed up at, like, 5 am?” she asks sheepishly, cheek still resting in her palm. “now, look, hear me out—” posture straightens, her hands now up in a gesture of feigned protest. “he was really hurt, and i couldn’t just leave him alone. you know i would never. and i don’t know what i’m gonna do yet, but we…talked a lot.” she sighs, leaning back in her seat. “anyway, abba concert, big yes—”
then her focus switches to them, chip held in mid-air. “you got hurt? where? are you okay? why didn’t you tell me?” rapid-fire questioning is paired with an expression of concern before shock takes over, eyebrows raising at this new revelation. “uh, yeah, i know him.” she just stares at them. “i literally work with him. like, every day.” this would explain why jj always insisted on her coming to their department every time isaac was on a project with her. in fact, it would explain a lot of things. “no, wait, how did you even avoid each other for this long?”
there's no denying that they've never been the friendliest sort. especially not to those they've always suspected to be a little too good to be true ... stepping right out of nowhere and telling odessa everything she wants to hear. of course, she's plenty clever enough to see right through any bullshit but still : no one is immune once they've gotten comfortable with rose-tinted glasses. “ you could. yes, you could. and that's exactly what you should've done, god ... now he probably thinks like, you two are back together or something !! ” glass-cut hands circle their face and drags down as a groan lifts, already dreading where this unannouned reunion could possibly be heading. “ fuck him, and his tortured artist, indie boy bullshit. the smiths are a red flag, des. you know this, ” people don't change, and especially not people like him, they're sure of it.
“ 's nothing ... chemical burns are way worse than this, ” fingers wave vaguely to assure her, before another groan emits. unrestrained in the way they practically whine out their discontent ... the last thing they're up for is a q&a session about how they've been avoiding the only person they've ever loved for more than ten years. what a story. “ we just 'kinda ... do ? i don't know. he did 'kinda ... well, not 'kinda. he left me. broke up with me, exactly. that whole ... we're not in the same place right now, i have to do something and you can't be involved — ” one hand mimics a talking puppet while the other tries to actively hide the rolling of their eyes. even after forgiving isaac, jj still can't believe that they were estranged for so long for something so ... ridiculous. “ you know, men, ”
Where: NSA Headquarters
Paperwork. The unforeseen tragedy of the Deputy Officer title. It’s late, and most of the personnel have retired for the night, leaving the facility quiet, and prone to echo. Tired blue eyes flicker back and forth across the screen, deciphering an encrypted update from the Kronos’ AI department. A dull headache threatens the base of her skull, and Eve is moment’s away from calling it a night when she hears a knock at the door.
It doesn’t take much to imagine who it might be.
“Well, come in.”
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“ won't take me 'avin to read your mind to know that y'needed this, ” with a soft snort and a turn of the door, he comes bearing coffee and a few more stacks of paperwork and blueprints which need signing off on. on days like these, he can't seem to escape that there's a job outside of his supposed ' mission '. “ y'got a minute to spare for me or are 'ya too busy with all this ... paperwork bullshit ? ” quickly making himself comfortable in one of the empty seats, eamon drops the coffee along with the stack of documents, head hanging by the side of his shoulders as a familiar comfort fills the air between them. at leas the won't have to worry about pretending to be someone else in front of her. “ need to send some shit back home. stuff we can't have people sniffin' their noses in, ”
eli hums in acknowledgement. they’re well aware of the unfortunate protocols, and why they’ve come about; something about some ill-intentioned nsa members in the past messing around with super suits. it’s funny, because even after all they’ve found out ( or not found out, they suppose ) about eamon, they still trust him with their suit — their life. still, times like this, they wish they had more friends to reach out to, so they could focus on their phone instead of the awful strain between them.
they’re just pulling up emmy’s name on their phone when they hear him speak again, and their hands still. focus on something else, they remind themself, a dull ache in their heart as they remember eamon probably knows exactly what they’re thinking. care, he says. they’re not sure they believe him.
“… you kind of have to,” they mutter, still staring down at their phone. “it’s your job — caring for us. making sure we don’t die. so.”
eamon's made a lot of mistakes in his life. more so more wrongs than right, he would reckon. while not an excuse, when raised with falsehood as your life's guiding principal — the habit's much harder to break than one would believe. even with a will as strong as his, he still managed to hurt someone who he once saw a real future with. possibly even sullied for life. “ y'must not know me at all if y'think i give a shit about any of the others, ” he's never spoken a lie to them ever since that day where it all ended. whether they believe him or not. maybe sometimes even finding himself be a little too honest when he shouldn't be. “ ... y'were bein' risky out there too. with so many civillians there, and fuck know's what happened to those twins ... what if one of them were — ” he stops himself from finishing. villains, he wanted to say. he can't seem to say it in front of eli. “ i know y'don't want to hear this from me but even this suit can't protect 'ya a hundred percent, ”

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“you’re just as likely to go,” she points out with none of the levity of before. they both know the risks that come with the job, their own mortality reflected back at them each time they take to the streets. she knows, too, how easy it is to take someone’s life, her brother’s face flashing in her mind. whether she’s chasing death or running away from it, she can’t be sure, but what other way does she know how to live? “can’t have you dying on me, either.” she doesn’t even want to consider it, the thought of losing him carving an ache in her chest.
“as if you would. your little pr team would have a field day.” deflection wielded expertly, his insinuation of a proposal garners a roll of her eyes, though the weight of his gaze nearly makes her flinch. permanence is a concept unknown to her; everything has a time limit. sebastian has yet to prove to be the exception. ( hope, too, is a fragile thing. ) “or were you planning on eloping instead?”
she hums in response to his reminiscing, a slanted smile drifting across her features. “we held up then, though, didn’t we?” so in sync, it was as if they were always meant to fight besides one another. a pity, then, that the odds are stacked against them, an invisible thread pulling her back from falling wholly and completely.
his denial earns him a reproachful look and a deadpan response. “yeah? maybe i should’ve worked for the nsa. but doctor’s not here now, and you’re almost done with me, anyway.” to prove her point, she shifts on the chair to inspect her arm, ignoring the wince she gives with the slight movement. “so don’t even think about hiding your shit when you’re finished.”
what was the saying, again ? all it takes to change you, to will yourself to be better than the best you can be, really : is the love of a good woman. one that you don't deserve, surely ... but you've been graced with regardless. he'll have the rest of his life to make up for his mistakes and to be even a fraction as good as her. while he'll never amount to even half, even if one day when she sees him for who he truly is — he'll never stop trying. not until his last breath fans out with the final flicker of his ember. “ it's going to take a lot more to kill me than some twenty year olds with mind tricks, corazón. you know that, ” he won't let himself see his finality without telling her everything, at least. honesty is a far greater gem than any diamond. he owes her at least that much.
“ you know i don't care about what they think, ” not if it means i get to wake up next to you for the rest of my life. his one fantasy that he probably will never becomes his reality. “ it doesn't matter for me but don't you want a wedding ? cliffside at sunset. or maybe on top of the building where we first met. just the two of us, ” there's no need for fanfare when he would be marrying the one love of his life. she's everything he's ever really needed, even while undeserving. “ we made it out alive, at least. i just hope one day you won't have to kill me, ” the joke in his words ring an essence of truth as his hues continues to stay on her wounds, now almost completely secured by the bandages. “ it's like that song, yeah ? super old one. to die by your side ... es una forma tan celestial de morir, ”
much like how she barrelled into his life all those years ago, the knowing smile that curls up his brims comes without warning. he knows protests would be futile as he immediately makes work to unbutton the sullied dress shirt for suzume to catch a glimpse of his wounds. they aren't alarming, but could be if left unattended. “ i fancy you much more than my doctors anyway, ”
the sun barely peeks out over the horizon, the sky still in muted shades of indigo and rose. “what, you wanna do this now?” incredulity hits her in the face. she’d expected him to take a few days, maybe a week, but it’s not even been twenty-four hours and he’s at her door. the abruptness of it makes her head reel, but perhaps his urgency speaks to his sincerity. think about it, at least he kept his promise. at least you’re not kept waiting. “are you an idiot? oh my god, you’re an idiot.” odessa rakes her hands through her curls, exasperation taking hold. if she wasn’t wide-awake a moment ago, she sure is now. “you’re not alright— look at your fucking hands! god, just, sit down— are you smiling?”
unbelieveable. yet there's a remembered rhythm she falls into as she bursts into a flurry of activity, pushing him towards her dining table and pointing for him to take a seat. the sight of her in an oversized shirt, retrieving a first aid kit from her cabinet should be a familiar one—it’s not the first time he’s showed up suddenly, injured from a fight she doesn’t know the details of. ( at least this time, she’s somewhat aware. ) nostalgia washes over her, and she shakes her head at the memory. pulling up a chair directly across from him, she sets out a bottle of disinfectant and a couple gauze pads before unwrapping the bandages. “it’s gonna sting,” she mutters as she presses soaked cloth to wound, briefly bringing her gaze back up to his. “well, we’ve got time. don’t skip a thing.”
where do you start on a story that you keep rewriting ? his sigh falls short, catching itself in his throat as he tries to exhale. the words that never let itself slip off his tongue are always the hardest ones to manifest — especially if he's not sure if odessa will ever look at him the same way after she hears them. “ well, y'know where i was born, 'n that my family's a bit ... complicated. my siblings are back home with m'parents and all that, ” throat clears, gaze finding solace to odessa dressing his wounds. seeing red trickle down his skin would be a familiar sight that would help job a few memories : especially ones that he's pushed far down the back of his head. “ you know those ... omnidroids ? my parents were ... a part of that. they helped make it and fuck knows what else. my grandparents, the uh, the villains you'd know from back in the day — the telepaths, ”
despite the sting, expression remains neutral — features fixed on the flat purse of his lips and the ocassional sigh that fills the silence between his words. sometimes the silence speaks for itself. “ m'powers didn't come like everyone else's. didn't show up naturally or anythin'. they had to ... force it out of me, so i was sent to russia, ” all he can remember was piercing wind and white stretching as far as the eye can see. the bible said that hell is drenched in fire, but his was frozen in ice. “ they specialised in trainin' soldiers so you'd reckon that they wouldn't send me, an eight year old, there but ... they wanted me to carry on their work. legacy. whatever it is. so i did, ” he took a second to swallow as he streches out his hand further to ease her. “ i was there for almost ten years. they did everything they could to break me in and fuck, did they do absolutely everything ... until my powers came, and, 'kinda like those twins — ” the most honest truths are always the hardest. “ i drove my doctor crazy until he ... jumped off the building, ”
Once he's in the room, the actual acquisition of it only takes a few seconds. Jax only needs to stand there and watch the holographic screens flicker and blip, commands overridden, walls of code bypassed, crumbling like a sandcastle before his powers. And voilà. Classified documents at his fingertips. The file is then promptly transferred onto a separate device around his wrist, a watch that appears innocuous enough. He exhales, long and noticeably less shaky, erasing all traces of intrusion from the server's access history. Done. Now he needs to regroup with Suzu, make sure she also has a copy, find a way out without compromising their cover―but every single coherent thought vanishes from his mind as JJ of all people catches him. (Not on the act, fortunately. Lesser of two evils?)
"T-This isn't― I was just leaving," he stammers. Panicked eyes dart around, looking anywhere but at their face. Fuck. He fucked up. Suzu should've been here, she'd know what to do. The tense silence stretches on as Jax desperately racks his brain for an excuse, a lie, anything to say. A futile endeavor. "You're ―- you're, uhm, up late," he finishes weakly, paling, bracing for the worst.
emerald flickers up and down jax's figure, papers in hand ... eyes meeting anywhere but jj's. most of it is common enough : except for the documents that, they assumed, brought the vigilante here in the first place. paired with, what they again assume to be, a stolen hoodie, of all things — the scene is undoubtedly grounds for calling security to crack down on one of their rare cases of break-ins. there's no love lost between the two, to say the least. “ leaving from where ? with all that ? ” hand vaguely gesturing to the papers held in his grip, lips pursing as their brows start to furrow. they might not know much about crux ... but getting caught red-handed surely isn't something they pride themselves in. “ ... i actually work here, you know. got an id and everything, not someone else's hoodie, ” this is not the ideal way to spend a friday night.
they have two options : turn jax in now and have tonight's entertainment be him overriding the robot security, or — “ tell me, what are you really here for ? be honest, ” a hand rises and points towards the cctv lining the buildings halls. “ or ... i can scream and trigger the alarm for the actual police to show up. trust me when i say, they'll be way less fun to explain shit to when you're behind bars for trespassing, ”
desperate screams and exploding heads aside, it was almost as inconceivable that the two of them, after years of avoiding each other, were now sitting around on his kitchen floor, blood threatening to soak through his pale blue suit. his head feels slightly lighter than usual, and he lets it roll back against the base cabinet. “i’m fine, jules.” he insists, “if we leave it a little longer, i bet we can get insurance to pay for a second arm,” it’s a rather shoddy attempt to cut through the tension in the room, but he feels like he’d pass out from this strange uneasiness between them before anything else. “your hand,” he begins, trying once more to deflect, but they know him too well and stops him before he can continue.
isaac sighs, wincing slightly as he begins to slowly pull his jacket off of his body. “. . . okay, fine,” he concedes, “i think there’s a first aid kit somewhere in the closet. top right corner, maybe."
even if strained longing and some equally-shared stubborness had kept the two apart for a good decade, in the brief moments their eyes meet each other's own — it's just like nothing has changed. isaac's ill-fated attempts at avoiding jules' neverending worries, their heads butting on who to care for first : suddenly, they were transported back to their youth under one familiar hilltop. hiding behind the shade of a hundred-year oak tree, somehow untouched from novus' highrise monopoly, where the whole world washes away behind them to leave only the two as the last survivors. “ i can take a few scrapes ... you, on the other hand — ” they've lifted off the floor to search for the aforementioned closet, head turning over their shoulder to shoot isaac another familiar look. “ can't afford to lose another arm. no matter the health insurance, ” back shielding itself away the male again as their hand turns on the closet door to reach for one of the boxes piled on top.
“ you really should get someone to clean up your place, can't find anything in that clos — ” one look is all it takes. they would know that photograph anywhere. the pair of them from even more than a decade ago, one of isaac's arms looped around their own ... smiling the widest smile they've seen in years. ( they don't even know if they can still smile that big anymore ). the other hand stretched out to face the camera to show off a matching pair of daisy rings ... they've always felt that their ring finger was missing a piece of itself ever since isaac left. “ ... you kept all of this ? ”
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in the split second it takes her eyes to meet jj’s in the cafeteria, she’s not sure whether to run or stay put. indecision doesn’t suit her, and she’s about to pull out her own olive branch when jj slides the bag of takis across the table. a laugh falls from her lips as her gaze lands on the sticky note, and she plops down into the chair next to them, handing over the box of macarons from their favorite place. there’s no note attached, but it contains each of their favorite flavors. like she did, they’ll get the message. fight not wholly forgotten, but forgiveness extended on both ends, the reason for the rift is to be dealt with later.
“oh my god,” odessa exclaims, banging her head down onto the table. “i don’t know any man who has made me as frustrated as that one.” how do you begin to explain he’s been hiding a whole different life, one marred by villainy and shouldering family expectations much heavier than what college you’re expected to go to? she brings her head back up, propping her chin in her palm. “well, i did tell him off at the gala. and he’s trying, i guess. what about you? i hope the rest of your night—hell, the last half of the week—went better than mine.”
for the first time that day, a smile overtakes their features. the ice cracks, frost melting over the missed companion of their best friend, hand reaching out to sneak a bite out of their gifted pack of favourites. “ i don’t either. some would maybe even call him ... toxic ? crazy, i know, ” disdain isn’t amiss — odessa has always known that they’ve never been the biggest fan of he-who-must-not-be-named. emerald hues roll at the thought of the male’s banality — having known one other instance where another trusted confidante’s heart has been tossed aside after trusting him to take hold. “ good on you for telling him to fuck off. hope he stays gone this time. you can do, and deserve better, ” nodding approvingly, they poke at the top of her head to get her to lift her gaze away from the tabletop.
as the topic diverts to them, jj can’t help the choke at the quick change. “ er, you know ... got hurt a bit, no big. took a few days off ‘cause i did not anticipate carrie two ... ” mind off in the proverbial lalaland — not having enough time to come up with a good story. then again, maybe it’s time they should start putting their money where their mouth is and start speaking their truth. “ i ‘kinda ... also had a run-in with my ex. you know that guy isaac ? yeah, anyway — " throat clears as hues pan down to the peace offering at hand. “ i really think we should go to that hologram abba concert so we can procrastinate on all that trauma processing — "
his touch is gentle, almost startlingly so, that it’s hard to believe those same hands wield fire on a whim’s notice. solo para ti, she imagines he’d say. “yeah, yeah, i knew something was going to happen, what else do you want from me?” she lets out a small, breathless laugh, still enough to make her ribs ache. from the start, something was bound to go wrong, though she couldn’t have predicted it being of this magnitude. “the opportunity to find out more was right there. of course i had to try.” it’s a half-hearted protest, an arch jest in response to his concern. “besides, you were there. we’ve been through worse. i’ve been through worse.”
she looks at him then, her voice a murmur. “lo sé.” so much that she doesn’t know what to do with it, still searching for how to hold someone’s heart in her hands without breaking it. caught in her throat, it goes unsaid— and i, you. “show me where you’re hurt,” she says, and it means the same thing.
her admittance earns her a snort and a knowing shake of his head. she’s always been the brains to his brawns — and he wouldn’t have it any other way. “ and what would we do if they decide to pop your head next ? i’ll be mourning a headless you, " while he knows her powers would easily triumph over a couple novices, whatever madness was displayed as the new day broke — was a work of pure madness than a needless display of power. ( he would know. he’s rather familiar with the theatrics of the latter, after all ). “ we can’t have you dying before you let me put a ring on your finger, can we ? ” the chuckle that filters houses only an ounce of tease, the gaze that meets her own hinting at the seriousness he’s only ever displayed for the one who he holds most dear.
“ nothing can be worse than two years ago. remember that mad scientist ? here’s to hoping he’s gone for good — ” reminiscent accounts direct itself away from the looming thread at the forefront of their minds and instead settled on old victories won hand-in-hand. they make a pretty good team ; maybe in another life, where expectations weren’t towering over him and her past didn’t haunt her. “ i can wait — nsa perks means that i probably have my own doctor squatting in my flat right now, remember ? ” shrugging along his reminder. “ you’re more important, ”