#agentlee

❝ what're you whistling at, jackass? ❞

it comes out before he can think to stop himself — and as he turns around to glare at the perpetrator, his blood runs cold as he realizes who it is. if till's old man hears about him mouthing off a high-ranking officer, he's gonna get his shit kicked in. he can almost imagine what it would be like if he were in the hallway with them, a broad hand squeezing his shoulder hard enough to make his thin bones creak.

[ ✖ ] Munday Questions !

🌙 Have you ever stayed up way too late just to reply?

I try so hard not to, but. Yes. For you, in fact, as just one example lol. When I start writing late, I can't stop until I'm done, so if the reply takes a while, it is what it is. I have a hard time finally falling asleep, too, because the muses are still On The Brain. Oopsies. When I have enough sense, I edit everything the next day so it doesn't read too poorly. That counts for something, I hope.

🎁 What’s a random fun fact about you (the mun)?

Ah, if it isn’t Othello! Liu Xiao rests a palm on the barrel of Jae Lee’s gun — still warm — but does not swat it aside. His head leans closer, hair rustling, smile widening. Faith braves the ice. “ I did not take you for a romantic, ” he says. He means: you’re well-read. You’re honey-tongued. Aim at a sinner, never at a mirror; poeticism varnished white.

He raps his index finger against the gun. The metal of his rings produces a gentle click. “ You’re hardly asking, though. ” More like telling. It makes sense. Hunters would never think twice before sinking teeth into the neck of their prey. Jae Lee, however, has done just that. Hesitated. Invited a question, of all things.

“ I thought they’d have trained you better. ” An apparent agent of the law should abide by several formalities. Whether Jae Lee’s compass points strictly North remains to be seen, but his curiosity, if nothing else, is palpable. That should warrant some more decorum, right? Especially against an unarmed man?

🌟 Where do you get inspiration for your writing? \ munday questions

this is a very good question and actually stumped me omg. for my own personal, super private writing, my inspiriation is trauma. not to be edgy hehe. i have ptsd & other things and writing outside of rp helps.

     Tongue caught between her teeth, eyes narrowed in concentration, the words almost escape her notice as she tends to his wound. Almost, because it's hard to tune out completely from anything when the situation had been dire enough to hurt someone like Jae Lee. She clicks her tongue in disapproval, eyes darting up to him before she dabs at the wound, wincing a little in sympathy at the hiss she hears before putting aside the wipe and reaching for a roll of bandages.