walk away

i understand if folks dont want to follow it bc i’ll also be rping a bunch of other characters there but if yall really want to keep up with my bronev specifically feel free to hmu over there bc i still absolutely love this muse but

having 50 separate blogs makes me wanna DIE and i end up not being active on any of them for 10 years bc im too overwhelmed so!!

also ill still rp w anybody or any muse even crossover shit so thats always fun

{Swift slowly but surely agreed. He still felt uncomfortable around the other, but not as much as he used to when he was younger. Swift didn’t know whether to stand or sit, or what to do really, so he awkwardly stood there and fiddled with his hair.}

“Sir, I have to ask…”

{Swift started. But, he suddenly forgot. He would thank his short term memory for that later. What was it he wanted to know. Hopefully something would click. Surely enough, something did. He’d start low-key}

“How have you been? I feel as if it’s been forever, no?” 

“I’ve been fine. Spending time with my family since I seem to have a lot more of that now.” He paused, as if to consider his choice of words, “Of both of those things, actually. It’s been quite nice if I’m honest. How have you been yourself?”

He considered offering the new commander a drink, but he got the feeling Swift wasn’t in the friendliest of moods and just because Bronev was now retired didn’t put them on the best of terms either. Perhaps his time off had made him a bit too soft

{Swift sighed in relief. He was glad he had been correct. He looked for an answer quickly, as it had slipped his mind in his small panic.}

“I…just thought to pay you a visit. It’s been a while, that’s all.” 

{He had no idea what he was supposed to say. In truth, he just wanted to see how things had been. It had been a long time, and so naturally, of course he was curious. He remembered, just then, what he wanted to say, but shrugged it off.}

“Ah. Well, come in.” The door was abandoned and Bronev turned back into the darkness of his home; he had known Swift long enough that he didn’t feel the man posed a threat, a sense of trust not given to many.

In truth, the older man looked a bit more worn out than he had during his last trip to Targent, though that had been understandably a while ago. Lacking the signature shades, it wasn’t a sight many agents had beheld, but this was the man’s home after all.

{Swift hadn’t thought of doing anything like this in his life, but then again, he was curious for answers. And even if there were questions that merited no answers, there would certainly be something. This took a lot of guts, and he could still feel his hands trembling when he went to knock. Was he even at the right house?}

“Well, better now than never.”

The door was cracked and the man peeked through the slit, squinting at the faint morning light. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but the outline of the guest’s hair was a bit of a dead giveaway.