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          their kisses were not the same. poverty for the taste of each other consumed them both so quickly, she was swept up from her legs to be carried over to her bed this time. hands gripped his collared shirt, once pristine and pressed only to be ruined. heavy breaths pass each other, hips straddled the agent, pulling off his shirt one sleeve at a time in hurried fashion. hands go to cradle his neck, just like old times. palms slip down his chest... and she suddenly feels a change in terrain. this was not the same body anymore. a furrowed look takes place as she peels back gently to really look -- right over his heart, or what could be his heart,  “  wait?  ”  she finally speaks, her thumb grazing over the large scar from tip to end,  “  what the fuck is this?  ”

       A WALK IN OBSCURITY BENEATH HER DARK CHAFFON, NOT A SOUL WAS aware of her presence, no matter how many interpol agents spread across london like roaches cowering for food. a little excitement to amp up the next target on her list. it was hardly a task for evelyn to achieve. go in, scour the area, keep her filthy paws away from all surfaces, boots clean off each floor she walked across and slice the throats of those who deserved their six feet drop. and of course, that was before her encounter with shield. her last escape nearly exposed the whole operation, scrapes off her knees and bruises across her back. what felt like simple wear and tear ended up being more with one particular agent. 

       every nook and cranny of london was known, not a single space was untouched. tonight was yet another undeserving soul to prowl the streets with no justice. digits held her glass of the last few sips of champagne. word beneath the city spread quickly over shield’s involvement on her moves. fine. a challenge never hurts. a gathering to mask the target, semi casual as she floats between bodies that disguise her presence. eyes trained on a few familiar faces by the agency that was breathing down her neck. she recognizes him immediately; a matte black and perfectly pressed suit. before she knew it, light steps circle the agent, aware to keep the clicks of her heels in tune with the others that pass. her words travel sickly sweet, just around the corner of his shoulder,  “  you’re quite persistent, aren’t you?  ”

__________✦      THERE    IS    A    DEGREE    OF    DISBELIEF    PASSING    ACROSS    FEATURES    AS    SHE    TAKES    IN    THE    OTHER    BEFORE    HER.      in  the  crevices  of  her  chest,      she  can  feel  a  beating  heart      (      weak    but    there    !!      )      reminding  her  she  is    alive,      even  after  everything  that  has  happened  in  the  last  few  years.        she  doubs  her  past  self  would  even  recognize  the  woman  she  has  become.      with  powers  strong  enough  to  level  a  universe  at  the  tips  of  her  fingers    &&    only  the  desire  to  leave  the  world  better  than  she  found  it,      she  struggles  to  hold  her  destiny  at  bay.      much    like    atlas    carrying    the    sky.      ❛      what  could  your  organization  want  with  a  witch  anyway    ??    ❜      she  is  used  to  the    fear,      the  unknown  she  brings  to  sow  the  seeds  of    CHAOS    for  all  to  see.      to  be  sought  out  for  help    ??      well  there  is  a  first  for  everything  she  supposes.      who  is  she  to  judge  when  she  can  cast  hexes    &&    fly    ??        ❛      don't  you  all  keep  a  roster  of  other  heroes    ??    ❜

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