give me ethan and lara or MIA AND LARA lets go!!!!!!!!
jokes on you, you get BOTH !!! 😈

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give me ethan and lara or MIA AND LARA lets go!!!!!!!!
jokes on you, you get BOTH !!! 😈

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❀ — @mycelae , ethan .
" i know you're not trying to leave again , right ? "
mia traces the sharp edge of leon's nose and smile as she lands a light tap at the tip of it, ❝ i like it. your nose. ❞
Eyes drift closed naturally when her hand enters his field of view, giving a curious smirk as he feels her soft finger carefully glide down down the bridge of his nose, the gentle touch soothing. Quietly he hums lowly in response. Gradually turning his gaze upon her to simply study her. Tempted to lean in closer, he follows through with his silent wishes. Closing what little space lay between them as an arm looped around her middle. Drawing Mia in close as lips pressed a sweet, slow kiss to her own. Only to break away and rest his forehead to her down, making a point to brush the tips of their noses together playfully with a grin. So much intimacy in these silly little moments like this and Leon clung onto them also greedily. As though he'd never get to share such an experience with his partner again.
"I got a good nose, huh?" He echos her comment with some thought, palm gently rubbing along her back, feeling the divots along her spine. Another hum sounds in the back of his throat, and a humored glint shines in his blue hues, "Maybe I should have been a nose model. They have those, don't they? I'm in the wrong business..."
INCOMING TRANSMISSION // . . . @mycelae : [ INHALE ]: while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another. ft. mia
It was a convert operation. They didn't even have a contact out on this mission for them to meet with. They needed to capture some footage, confirm the illegal patronage of biological warfare, and get out. From there they would properly plan on apprehending the parties involved and shutting down the operation. Leon was paired with their newest agent, Mia Winters. He had somehow managed to talk her into joining their ranks at the DSO. She was highly skilled and letting the raw talent she processed with a gun go to waste at a shooting range. But here they were now. Creeping their way towards the warehouse they suspected of housing the illegal substances. He hears someone approaching before anyone is seen. The familiar echo of booted feet making their way around a corner. Without much thought Leon was grabbed the woman's forearm and pulled her into the narrow alley way. All but wedging them together. It was tight between the old buildings that were constructed way to close together back in the day.
The agent silently brings his finger to his lips as he listens. But her shuttering gasp reaches his ears. Drawing in his full attention once more. Concerned he might have hurt Mia when he trapped her between strong arms and the wall.
Suddenly very aware of just how close they were, Leon merely peers down at the younger agent, studying her for but a moment. Only peeling his eyes away from her to ensure their rivals had passed. Throat clears as he pushes himself off the wall they had sandwiched themselves against in order to conceal their forms in the shadows. It's difficult to see in the darkness, but a small smirk can be made out along the curve of his lips. "Close call." He quietly commented, canting his head in a silent beckon, "Let's keep going. Maybe we should keep to the back alleys. We don't have much farther to go."

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random dialogue prompts -> @mycelae: what were they like?
Chris surprises himself when he doesn't startle from the sudden question, holding baby Rosemary to his chest while Ethan prepared the bottle. The older man had to ponder for moment, trying to recall just what they had been talking about, but gazing down at the baby in his arms was a good reminder as any, parenting. Ethan wanted to know about his own parents. A strange thing to think about, when Claire was really the only person he talked to about them and it was only on specific dates. The sting that came from their loss had long since faded, though he'd miss them until he dies. Talking about them sure did help though.
"They were great parents." He admits, a curve of a smile appearing on his face once Rosemary turned slightly to bury her face against his chest. "They were supportive of me going into the Air Force even though I know both of them wanted me to go to college on my athletic scholarship." He muses, peering back over at Ethan with zero sadness in his eyes. Loss became so much easier in time. "Turns out maybe they were right, my life would be so different now if II had... but then I wouldn't have met anyone I care about, nor you. No point living in the past." Once Ethan was finished with the bottle, he hurriedly hands the girl back over to her father. "If you're wondering how I have a father's touch, I gotta say it's all trial and error and my experience with babies is pretty limited. I was six when Claire was born and I was only her legal guardian for six years. Though that certainly did infuse me with enough parental knowledge that if I had a kid of my own now I should be just fine." He chuckles lightly, recalling all the burnt meals and the time he caught Claire hording a bottle of booze in her room. "But yeah, I did learn a lot from mom and dad. Thanks for asking about them, I don't talk about nearly enough.
INCOMING TRANSMISSION // . . . @mycelae : “ what i am about to feed you might be a little bitter. nevertheless, you’re going to have to swallow it. ” ft. Mia
The agent's expression twisted in mild disgust as the aromas hit his senses. A laughable reaction really. He's shifted through rotting corpses, wadded through contaminated ancient sewers, tasted blood on his tongue, and not batted an eye. Perhaps it was the fact that he had to actually consume the mystery substance the woman was giving him. He's taken some horrid medicines before ( some of his own making ), the kind that lingered on the palate, that even water couldn't wash down. Leon feels this will be one of those things he'll have to sit around tasting for a time after before the bitterness dulled on its own.
"Willing to explain what it is? Or should I wait to ask till after it's down?" He faked a smile with a wince, he had to trust it was something to aid him. Or at least null the pain. Biting the bullet, he takes the suspicious substance in his mouth. Expression coiled in utter repugnance. But still forced himself to swallow. Leon attempted to shake the fowl aftertaste from his mouth. Finally letting out a heavy sigh as he looked at Mia. Blue hues flickering over her a moment as lips pursed in disgust, "If a little bitter tastes like 80 proof moonshine, then you were absolutely right. It's just a bit bitter."
"What even is that stuff? That feels like a swift kick to the jaw."
INCOMING TRANSMISSION // . . . @mycelae : “ if you could just shut up, thank you. ” ft. Ethan
Kennedy's head canted at the other man's curt words. Expression pinching as he turned on a heel to face him. Arms crossed defensively over his chest as he gave the younger man a stern glare. He can sympathize where the other was coming from. Truly he could. So much as been thrust upon the Winters' lives. So much change that it surely was overwhelming to try and keep up with. Leon related to such drastic shifts in lifestyles. He also lacked a choice in the matter of that change as well. Lips thinned before he lectured, "Mr. Winters. I suggest you take a kinder tone with me. You don't have to like me... but, don't be an ass."
Deep sigh broke from the agent as his head lowered. It'd been an taxing day. A hand reached out to rest upon Ethan's shoulder. Strong, reassuring squeeze was offered. Blue hues lifting to meet with the other's. "You're frustrated, I know, and I'm tryin' to help you. So, please--- work with me here. If you spoke up, answered my questions, maybe I wouldn't have to run my mouth so much, yeah?"
"We NEED communication here."