#so-touchingly-loyal

“Hi. What can I do for you, ma’am?”

Like imagine Emilia and Sebastian giving up on trying to find Jim, and accepting the fact that maybe he really did die on the roof and that the wild chase he sent them on was just one of his games. In a bout of drunken hysteria and grief, Emilia visits an old cathedral in her motherland and confesses to all her sins, and after a moment of silence is met with a familiar Irish drawl...

“Kneel.”

This is the quickest way to get under his skin; if someone is to know all about him, Illya would much prefer to know at least as much about them in return. Being observed from afar sets off alarm bells in his head that every so often devolve into something base and borderline hysterical. Currently he does not wish to threaten this woman with violence, but he can’t foresee what might come next, and that bothers him.

“You know you don’t need those silly boys. Why do you keep wasting your time with them? You and I, we’d make quite the team.” 

The war had brought pain, suffering, loss and a grief that loomed over the whole country side. Women were often seen wearing their mourning dresses as they cried for their lost loved ones over seas, it was almost too good. 

For a moment Jim felt like he might had lost his business, with the war seemingly affecting nearly every profit in the country, well the ordinary business, the black market, which happened to be Jim’s specialty hardly suffered at all. It was only improved once he got his discharge papers, nothing better for business than being in the middle of it all. 

Like a good sneak he used his position to not only gain and sell insight, weapons, anything that he possibly could but also to look for talent, people that showed potential to fight for much more than just queen and country and surely he had found a potential one. 

It was unusual for women to do that kind of work, but that only served in his favor, might have to wear a wig though, that red hair will stick out like sore thumb anywhere. 

“Do you have a cigarette?” Jim flashed her his best smile, sometimes the dirty worked called for more than just savage killing.

“I don’t care that you have managed to get this far, you don’t have the required security clearance so you need to leave, now” Rebecca said impatiently, she’d had enough stress for one day, didn’t need this woman making things worse.