#formerfirstson

He loved this. Ever since they had reconnected, it had been impossible to stop thinking about TJ, about the way he had felt when they were young and the way that he felt now. Had it been the best idea for them to start a relationship? At the time, he hadn't been sure but now, he didn't care. It wasn't as though he was dating a parent, so in his mind, it was a little better, and it truly made him so incredibly happy to be with TJ. The other man was perfect in every way for him, and he brought so much joy to Ollie's life in ways that he could no describe.

It was just an ordinary night, dinner at a small bar that was only walking distance from Ollie's apartment. It had become their regular in some ways, and he genuinely loved that. Another meal finished, another fun evening experienced, and now they were on the short walk back to his home, nothing out of the ordinary. As he walked, he let his hand brush TJ's slightly, turning to smile at his partner.

"Thanks for being so amazing." Ollie said, before laughing. "Sorry, that sounded so corny." He kicked out with his converse, sending a small rock tumbling into the gutter, however his thoughts of happiness were interrupted by the sound of screeching tyres approaching from the street. Instinctively, he stepped inwards slightly, giving TJ a slight push away from the road to ensure that whatever vehicle was about to speed past would be far away from them, but when he spotted the dark coloured van coming to a halt beside them, he felt a small spike in anxiety. Muggings were hardly uncommon around here, and Ollie certainly did not want to tempt fate by having them both become the victim to one tonight, but when the door of the van slid open and two masked men jumped out, he realised quickly that this was more than just a mugging.

Before he could say anything, one of the men grabbed him, hands roughly tugging his arms towards the van and his fight or flight instinct kicked in. Ollie began to kick out, struggling against the grip as he looked over towards his partner with wide eyes.

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@formerfirstson sent: we worked it out last time. (for jonathan)

This was the kind of summer heat that made tempers sit right under the skin. Or maybe that was the excuse. Or maybe it was just him.

Jonathan huffed a small, humorless laugh. He finally lifted his gaze to TJ, dark eyes steady, but his jaw was tight before he spoke. ❝You think one conversation fixes what's happened?❞ His voice stayed low, even, but there was something sharp buried under it. ❝Fixes what your dad has let happen to my family?❞

Jonathan shrugged one shoulder, masking hurt with indifference in that way he always did. ❝I’m here because Nancy said you had information. That’s it. We don’t have to pretend we’re suddenly cool.❞

He slung the camera over his shoulder, stepping closer. ❝So if you’ve got something that can help us this time … talk. Otherwise, don’t act like we’re friends.❞

"My being boring is what got me this job in the first place." Not that she'd classify herself as boring. Lowkey maybe, but not boring. Just because she doesn't share some of his interests, or encourage him to partake in them, it doesn't mean that she's dull. Besides, she had enough excitement in her childhood to last her a lifetime. She's earned taking it easy.

Besides, she knows he's trying to bait her. She wonders how many people that one comment has worked on in the past. But it's not going to work on her. She has no interest in doing what he does. That's not a vice she has ever wanted to be ensnared in.

"So how many of these events does your mother drag you to?" the king teased, hiding his smile behind his wine glass. It had been easy enough to identify TJ; state dinners were largely attended by old, white men and although the king was happy to note there was a more varied demographic tonight, there was still a decided lack of younger people.

Cenred always did his homework before travelling on official royal business but TJ was an individual he'd already been aware of: some of the so-called scandal had reached the media outlets in Essetir. With the formal dinner over, there was more freedom for Cenred to mingle with the guests he was actually interested in speaking to, and he had headed straight in TJ's direction.

"I take it you'd choose to do something rather different for fun?" he asked, his smile growing. He spoke in perfect English, but just the hint of an accent indicated his true heritage.

Ultra agents have nicknames for the main Lair Dwellers. Jed hates it because he thinks it makes them more of a threat than they are and makes them seem valid in their terrorism (regardless him knowing they ARE a threat.)

John is The Traitor, for obvious reasons. What do you call a highly trained agent who took their playbook and a super computer on the way out the door?

Cas is The Dealer, everyone knew where Cas was back in the day, a mid level narcotics dealer who was supplying information to Ultra until he went ghost shortly before John did.

Russ is The Klepto, of course he is. The telekinetic banned from 70% of Casinos across the continent and known for strolling out of stores, pockets bulging with tech, jewelry, and money.

Cara is The Telepath, clearly, one of the strongest telepaths alive and capable of making someone believe they are a root vegetable if they piss her off too much, Cas is too but they don’t know that yet, unfortunately for them.

And Clari is Carrie, and depending on the mood she’s in when they come across her some agents made ‘Categories of Carrie’ after several different interactions with her. Cat 1 Carrie is when Clari throws light boxes or items at the agents. Cat 3 is throwing people through walls. Cat 4 is when she uses particles like roof gravel or splinters of wood to defend herself, and seriously injure any agent who gets too close. Cat 5 is when she knowingly love taps her prime barrier and doesn’t care if the attempted murder knocks her out.