#agentqvake

[ CALLING: come home. ] “---hey. oh thank god it’s finally workin’.” [ CALLING: come home. ] “fuck, no offense but you look like hell.” [ CALLING: come home. ] “are you doin’ okay? have you been eatin’? drinkin’ ‘nough water? sleepin’ in comfortable ‘nough places?”

                       ❝I’m making plans to go excavate a subterranean tomb in the Himalayas. From what I’ve learned, there’s a very real possibility that once I breach the tomb’s antechamber, the whole place could begin to cave in. In order to get the relic in my possession and escape in one piece, I’m going to need your help, Daisy.❞

   ❛  ------boo. pretty sure he jus’ saw us.  ❜ and honest-to-god, none of them were at fault despite the slipshod tacks of her palms and the brisk intermittent peeps at the brunette’s outfit (‘cause fucking duck daisy looked very distracting, who the heck allowed her) they’d been performing a surprisingly splendid surveillance task together. it was just the guy. he was too much of an all tacked up shoulders and wary eyes. neck craned, aubrey procceded to dip her head in a flimsy effort to shroud them from the gaze.  ❛ i suggest we either hide or, y’know. make out agressively or somethin’. make ourselves look less conspicuous n’ shit. ya’feel, babe? d’ya? ❜

       ❝  I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.  ❞      the agent was adept, certainly. strong and skilled and, like Lara, has been to hell and back. but it was a little obvious that Daisy hadn’t encountered too many undead armies during her run as an agent. because certainly, no one who has encountered said armies would suggest such a strategy.

               ❝ I’m not gonna go and say anything like ‘you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry’, but just know I’m more than fucking unpleasant when I get pissed. ❞

       ❝ right... i think i’m getting it. ❞        the founder slowly pressed the ‘P’ key on the keyboard, biting down on her lip as she lifted her head back up to stare at the screen. in bold the words GOOGLE read across the screen, with the line flickering as it waited for peggy to continue to type. but she froze and slowly pulled her hands away.        ❝ how the bloody hell does it get a hold of all this information? and how do you know to trust this? ❞

   there were way too many temptations that urged harsh and mullishly beneath her fingers --- and one of them consisted scrubbing off a certain traitor’s skin off his bones and let it be gobbled within fires --- for everything, for the betrayal, for the trauma he’d inflicted, for the quivers she’d tasted running down skye’s arms when her thumbs brushed them earlier. it was a cluttered turmoil of concern and anger inside her aubrey’s head, but she forced herself to devour it all down for now and focus on ensuring the brunette would remain alright. and safe. she ambled through the motel hallways and towards skye’s door, knocks nested twice.   ❛  skye? it’s me, aubrey. you alright, can i come in? i’ve got booze an’ ears for you ta’ rant an’ yodel an’ vent to, if you want.   ❜