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       »   𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋  —  @soulessmary​​

“  𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮.  ”   via  the blood & bruises starter meme . 

                      𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄?   his hands were tied expertly behind his back and his ankles were double zip-tied together  ,  very   clearly.  showing her military expertise.  he wasn’t sure what she was referring to  ,  however.  all he could remember was  mortal panic  :  trying to fight in the   dark   ,  an unfamiliar environment that he was called to.  someone had to have set him up  ,  either that  —  or it was about time that he picked up his things and ask randy or remmy for another identity  ;  it’d be the third in the past year.  how were people finding him?   or maybe he was losing his touch   due to this new sense of panic  ,  the constant wariness that followed behind him since leaving poe’s syndicate.  he hated to admit that living knowing that he’s being chased after by just under one hundred trained and conditioned assassins and intel personnel  ———  well  ,  it’s not comfortable.    it’s fucking mortifying. 

  "𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄?" this was the second time she had seen the same woman, the same one that had accused her of staring at her; truthfully, she had been in a world of her own, and any specific eye contact wouldn’t have been DELIBERATE. “You know I'm married.” She said this in jest to lighten the mood, not really at all insinuating that she was following her, and a cheeky side smile allowed her lips to lift upwards at the corners. “But, if you are following me, shall we at least allow time for a coffee before the day starts?” And she turned to place her order at the small kiosk that was across the street from her place of work. 

Audrey was used to some people CONFUSING their boundaries, but these people were usually her patients, and this woman was not one of them so she simply had put it down to pure coincidence. Taking the burning coffee, she transferred it from hand to hand, before picking up a napkin and wrapping it around the very thin paper. “That’s better.” And she looked towards the woman again. “They really do do the best coffee here.” 

          𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖.   It didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the small celebration,   a flute of champagne in his hand,   fleeting laughter feigned ROARING in the back of his throat every once in a while ――   but ultimately, he would have preferred sitting behind his desk over socialising.   It was a flaw in his character,   he was well aware;   had cost him his MARRIAGE and the relationship to both of his children.   And perhaps that was the issue, wasn’t it?   When she leant in and invited him to follow her elsewhere for a private drink,   he had followed only to stop the moment the alcohol got the best of him.   Lips lingered just inches away from hers,   kiss not even quite INITIATED when he already withdrew.     “ Maybe we should go back to the party.   I don’t want to give off any wrong signals. ”

"There is no way that everyone was Kung-Fu fighting." @soulessmary​