#faithcorrupted

THE SIGHT OF HIS BLOOD HAD HER FORGETTING EVERY MORAL THAT HUNG LOOSELY TO HER SOUL.

All bets were off the table at that point — more so than they already were, of course. Carmine eyes widen in DISBELIEF as one of the exorcists swooped in and TORE A CLEAN SLIT ACROSS HER BOSS’ CHEST, THE GRIP ON HER BLOOD AXE TIGHTENING SO HARD THAT THE COAGULATED BLOOD NEARLY BURST. ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT.

TJESIOTJSOIJT LITERALLY WHY ARE THEY BOTH LIKE THIS

COWBOY BEBOP SENTENCES.          |          ( accepting! )    ↳ @faithcorrupted

                                   VANDERWOOD HAD BEEN PACING THE       space   behind   the   hacker   for   nearly   ten   minutes   before   the   fast-approaching,    and   fully   armed,    silhouettes   on   the   security   screens   appeared,    and   he   immediately   turned   tail   to   the   door,    pulling   out   his   favorite   gun   from   it's   hiding   place,    swiftly   attaching   the   cylinder   silencer   to   the   muzzle   on   his   way.    his   job   here   on   this   mission   is   to   protect   the   information   as   and   after   it's   collected,    and   by   extension,    agent 707.    the   risks   were   more   prominent   on   this   job   than   usual,    forcing   him   more   on   edge.

                   ❛      focus   on   your   own   task,    zero seven.      ❜      he   spat,    voice   cold   and   distant   as   it   should   be.

                                                     he   faltered,    the   strict   agent   side   in   him   wanting   to   CURSE   himself   for   it,    and   tilted   his   head   back   to   catch   the   confused   seven's   gaze.    useless   emotions   were   forbidden   in   this   agency,    but   he   couldn't   help   but   care   about   the   well-being   of   the   man   in   front   of   him.    seven   is   definitely   the   best   of   the   best   agents,    a   well-oiled   MACHINE   for   the   company   to   use   as   they   please,    but   as   a   human   being?    he's   a   complete   disaster.    what   would   he   do   without   him   around?    he   could   see   it   now,    working   himself   to   the   bone,    dark   circles   staining   the   underside   of   his   eyes   from   never   getting   enough   sleep,    his   place   a   total   wreck   of   the   mess   he   refuses   to   clean,    his   belly   full   of   nothing   but   chips   and   soda,    a   proper   meal   never   even   have   touched   his   lips.    being   so   unhealthy,    in   mind   and   body,    would   affect   his   performance   with   the   agency   and   they   could   have   him   k- —-!!!

           ah…    stupid.    now   isn't   the   time   to   think   like   this,    so   emotionally.    do   your   job,    agent.

                  ❛      hey…      ❜      the   familiar   click   of   his   gun   sounded   through   the   room,    his   eyes   twitching   to   and   from   the   exit   as   if   he   was   having   trouble   deciding   if   his   next   words   were   worth   speaking   aloud   or   if   he   should   just   bolt   without   another   word.

                                                            if   i   don’t   make   it   back   in   time…

        It is an hour’s drive to their destination, of which she’s gone to extreme measures to keep Saeyoung in the dark about. Seriously. Attempting to surprise him should be grounds for an award or something, for all the trouble she’s gone through to make sure this goes off without a hitch. She’d even enlisted Saeran’s help as an extra measure to keep his brother from snooping and turning the whole surprise on its head. But after almost a month of planning, it’s finally time to put it into motion. She’s... nervous, but mostly giddy; and she hopes Saeyoung loves it, as much as she loved putting it all together. 

        She’d made him put on a blindfold once they reached city limits. That was about half an hour ago, and if Saeyoung’s getting antsy, she doesn’t notice. Regardless, she reaches across the console between them to grab his hand, giving it a squeeze.  ❝We’re almost there, I promise. Are you excited?❞ Even Jiae can barely contain her enthusiasm. 

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It had been a long day of television interviews, meetings, and just general work. By the time Vox had finally finished the last item on his list for the day, it was late. Every ounce of social energy was drained, meaning he would need at least one day of solitude to actually recharge.

Well, solitude from everyone except the moth he was currently hunting down.

When Vox finally spotted Valentino on his cameras, he was pleased to find the other Overlord in his room. With ease, Vox's form dissolved into energy and within moments, he reappeared in the confines of Valentino's room.

                      Fuck

"What the fuck does it matter?" He barely tilted his head to the side when he heard Valentino- who apparently took issue with what he walked in on. With how many of the screens had static, well that should have answered the question somewhat though there were multiple different feeds up. He gestured for the other to just come over to him, leaning back in the chair.