#serxndipities

she was never much of a thief. she tells john as much, as they're preparing themselves for hihi's first mission. things are warm enough now where she's not feeling quite as doubtful of her partner. he seems to know how to respect his space and keep himself busy - which takes SOME of the edge off of suddenly living with a stranger inside these walls, despite the bursts of casual affection they ply when outdoors.

their neighbour's NOSY. she's already asking about kids, which is annoying.

when the message comes, she's almost excited. but the mission itself almost feels disappointing. to steal an item from a house during a party. "this feels like the wrong movie." she sighed, IRONY twisting at the corners of that wry smile of hers. adjusting the dress she has on, making a turn when she saw john in the hallway from where she sat, finishing her coffee. "are you ready to go?"

they use a car service, having practiced before leaving their work. jane worked in architecture. john in technology. the both of them had met in university in their final year before taking a year off together, on impulse. on paper, it's SO ROMANTIC, isn't it? "the car will be here in 5 minutes."

domestic intimacy meme ( no longer accepting ) + @serxndipities // jupiter john

tonight's mission was a bit of a SHIT SHOW.

it starts so promising at first. they're told their target could be tailed, followed, along from his route, work, home, work, groceries. a kind of dull domestic fallacy that, while they don't admit it, bores the both of them to TEARS. sookhee spends her time taking notes, less patient then john. john, who's tucked and squinting through the lens, trained, reports movements to her, until it's time to move. and when it is, they both shift and move into action, destructively graceful in the way they disassemble the scope of the rifle they've been using to play private detective, sookhee already gearing up the car to go.

it's a nondescript camry, sookhee hanging 5 cars back as they glide through the dark, the first real hint of something remiss within the family man. they know better. the brief lays out a horrific rap sheet, which sookhee rather dryly tells john is likely because they don't want them to HESITATE when it comes to the kill. that's always the hardest part for some. she asks him then. had he ever killed anybody before? the look on his face tells her everything. when he asks the same, she only smiles. knowing it wasn't really a thing to be proud of, but all the same, she knew what the weight of it meant.

honestly, the first location isn't the PROBLEM. it's when he takes off to the next, along the river... the both of them tense. ready for what's to come as they park far, far behind, the both of them armed and prepped. her eyes narrowed, as their target enters the warehouse, the both of them splitting apart to tackle both exits. too bad that their target makes them, and she's the one closest to where he goes, a runner, it's all fine until...

they start to fight. sookhee tackles him to the ground, and the both of them begin to throw punches, sookhee grappling him with her legs to hold him in place as john caught up from his position. an elbow lands within her stomach, a pained grunt issuing from her as she loosens her hold and he breaks free, their target shoving her to the side and off the side of the dock, her eyes widening with FURY as she yelled at john to get him before she plunged beneath the icy waves.

he's got it under control by the time she breaks to the surface in clean sweeps, hauling her body out, SHAKING AND SHIVERING as she spits up what's in her mouth, shucking off the heavier layers that do nothing but drag her down. they've got their man hog tied and shoved into the boot of their car before too long, the target needing to be left alive for now, so that a certain amount of information could be first extracted. something, something, official bullshit. but it's the silent, softer things. like john, who looks at her strangely after the trunk's been locked, shrugging his jacket off to place around her shoulders.

still WARM from him.

jealous, protective & territorial meme ( accepting ) + @serxndipities // keith

who wants to hang around some JUNK MOON anyways? faye, apparently. because isn't she back again? there's a problem with her navigator. only the problem's been there for months and she hasn't really cared about it before. maybe she wants the excuse. it's annoying her. "i just want to get where i'm going." is her bossy, sighingly huffy response about the whole thing. so help me, is the underlying message. they drink, she disappears ; in the daytime, like a stray, she'll wonder about the dusty town, catching stray stares from the people here.

yeah, FUCK YOU TOO. she didn't want to be here either.

this place reminds her of earth, the surface pitted with meteorite strikes. "why do you stay here?" she asks him once. he says something about a brother. it's the kind of story where you can feel that it BURNS TOO HOT against the heart. she doesn't push it then. she hasn't really drank enough to know how to be human about it. she loses a lot of things, waking up as she does in a whole new world with a nothing but half a name. sometimes she thinks her sensitivity and kindness went along with it.

well, that much was whitney's fault. or hers. she'd been so hopeful in the idea of falling in love. in familiarity. everyone CLINGS TO THAT, don't they? even keith. especially her. that's why she's here, isn't she? like any wild thing, she still needed small things to remind herself that things weren't always some kind of brutalistic slog. and he's alright there. sometimes more talktative. sometimes not. he doesn't really see her as the frail damsel anymore... maybe that's a good thing.

faye hates the idea of being seen as DELICATE.

they BOTH knew the rules getting into this.

maybe it's why she does it. it's better when her eyes are wide open, when it doesn't feel like it did the last time, with her unaware, and some handler having fallen in love with the image of an image of a woman that she didn't know how to be. they don't have to know one another's names, that's fine, that's ALL SHE WANTS. no attachments. nothing messy. they're nobody. just john and jane smith. together... until it no longer made sense, or so they've been told.

they're picked because there isn't a lot tying them down. sookhee no longer has the things that she wanted to live for - and she's told that that's what makes her dangerous. what makes her, she hears, useful for the purposes that they have in mind for her. for him. FOR THE MISSION. together, they can become somebody brand new...

the moment she slots the ring over her finger, her gaze cuts to find his, a half laugh on the tip of her tongue. "i guess we're married. weird..." it all rubs awkwardly within her stomach, staring at their current brief, what's UP AND COMING in the name of murder, and for the agency. they have to find their own rhythm, but, she can only assume that this man, to be here, could only here as a result of being as equally broken... "who's taking what bedrooms? i just left my stuff at the door."

"Well, I'll be fuckin' damned."

The rockstar uttered to himself, believing he was the only one hearing him curse when he spotted the familiar figure in the short distance, walking over to him. With the guitar resting on his knee and a hand holding his cigarette, he straightened to at least pretend to be somewhat polite before the woman. After all, he believed she deserved some of it. Even if polite wasn't a term in Silverhand's dictionary.

Members of the band were taking a break after playing a couple of their hit songs. Only a superior being knew what they were up to. He had no single idea. Kerry? Probably on drugs with Nancy, while Denny and Henry were busy arguing over whom seemed to fit better within the band. Same old fuckin' story. But Johnny? He was a bohemian soul, just chilling in a corner, smoking until his lungs were filled with enough smoke. The sight of the blonde changed the situation. For the better, he hoped.