Nov 30, 2017
EMERALD EYES are cast toward the ceiling , and she pretends , for a moment , to amuse herself by counting the cracks that lace the surface ( but there are far too many , and truly , it is only to DELAY . ) She drags her feet on her words , chopsticks tapping against her bottom lip , and elbow resting on the counter next to her half - empty carton of fried rice . Finally , her eyes move , fixing on the man across from her with the same sharp edge as a piece of BROKEN GLASS , ❛ Do you know why they gave me immunity , Agent Havoc ? ❜
@chaied // because i was thinking about that au :)
