#reddishjade

To think Rocket and Flare are actually working together on a mission. And to think that Archer (an executive) is paired with Jill (a mere grunt) for such an important duty. He feels rather offended—shouldn’t he be paired with an admin or some kind of superior? Well, whatever it is, this ‘Jill’ is sure to be amazing. You don’t just pair an ordinary grunt with the Archer. 

Their first meeting surprisingly goes well. They agree to the policy of "don’t get in my way and I won’t get in yours,". And honestly, that makes everything a thousand times easier. He notices that her interests and his coincide—whether it be musical, artistic or literacy—from the keychains and merchandise she shamelessly promotes on her briefcase. Snap out of it, Archer. She isn’t here to be your friend—

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Why the fuck are they on the peak of Mt. Silver?

He shivers with the coldness of the wind and the wetness of the snow caving in on his bones. Never has he felt anything so empowering over him—like a feeling of extreme frigidity chewing on his skin and flesh. And she doesn’t look any better. In fact, she’s wearing even less clothing than him. He finds himself doing small acts of kindness (who would have thought that word could actually be put in the same sentence of Archer?) like the one he’s about to console to—

He wiggles out of his blazer, draping it over her shoulders.

"It’s cold, isn’t it?" he whispers."Yeah. My hands are numb." she replies, a slight laugh ending the sentence.

His palms slowly take her hands in his, rubbing them together to create some heat. The heat against the coldness pains him a little. Bringing her fingers to his mouth, he kisses them better.