CIA ISSUED

    ❝   I was banned from the Olympics, so…

Hand fastens around the nape of her neck, providing protective REINFORCEMENT, goggles already fastened around his eyes & suddenly they’re off! He’s careful with her, experienced in passengers & resistant to the VELOCITY in which they’re both travelling. Not even a minute & yet past any eyes that would’ve spotted them at a slower place.

                       pretty fast. You good?   ❞

❛              pretty fast.  ❜   assessment in short order, quick decisions in the field.  it separates a good agent from one who gets eliminated on the job.  moira lowers the scopes from her line of sight.  she prickles against the possessive cusp of an unfamiliar hand.  

but  trust.  

her gut is solid  ;  she settles back into his confident grasp.  her lashes lilt down toward the tops of her cheeks before space shrinks ahead of her.  her bones rattle.  a tear rips the corner of her eye.  blurry sights  &  features faze her enough that she teeters on her heels.  

❛  i’m good.  ❜  moira’s palm flashes out to a neighboring wall for support. she sucks in a breath, streams it out in a measure from her nose.  ❛  a little more  warning  next time.  ❜

DEJA  VU                  dulcet richness in english tones coat her ear drums in a way that’s feels like finally wrapping her grasp around fine-grained sand after years of a niggling piece just out of reach.  it’s amazing:  a fraction of her life  (  &  how  MUCH  has changed, the styles, the title on her desk, a ring looped around her finger  &  now little more than a ghost in hindsight                    )   &  yet it collapses all of her truths in one singular sweep.  

she wants to feel angry.  

a part of her does, a simmering indignation threatening beneath a collected surface in the crashing wake of adrenaline ebbing.  

she possesses a tepid aloofness.  she has to detach from her rage, tap into the drive pushing  &  shoving from the bottom up to the top with dogged determination.  so her fury sits at the brim of her throat with a singular, cool, clicking swallow.  

he sloughed the scales from her eyes.  she blinks like a shutter gathering snapshots  &  she knows the friendly weight of a gun in her hand, the shocked round of his open mouth, a bullet in his spine.