#spybleu

( Mick - @asktheteufortmercs )

From above a torrent of water poured from the sky in a thick river that was unleashed with a quaking crack of thunder. Soaking the earth below, and all the mercenaries who had begun their march back to the battlements when the end of battle was called. Charles immediately finding himself caught in the middle of it, paused with a displeased glare to the heavens. Condemning whoever was responsible for ruining the pack of cigarettes in his breast pocket, and for forcing him to track mud wherever he was going.

Catching sight of a few fleeing bodies darting into the now empty buildings of the battlefield, the lithe bleu followed suit. Using what agility, he could against the slick earth under his feet to quickly run inside. Nearly causing him to run head long into the sniper standing not too far within. Forcing him to catch himself on the gunmen to keep from knocking them both over, with a small apologetic smile.

Now that he could see him better, he was certainly handsome. Neatly swept-back, dark hair, a chiseled jaw, nice clothes, and a courteous and gentlemanly demeanor, which was an advantage to sweep the mer off his feet. When Charles stood, he followed, and took his hand for the handshake. Handshakes weren’t a merfolk custom, but he quickly learned that it was a suitable greeting for humans when introducing one another. But the kiss on the knuckles was not familiar with him, and it caught him off guard. That was....enjoyable. Very much so. The pink on his cheeks darkened to a scarlet and spread to his neck. Oh fish sticks, what was the response to that phrase? Don’t mess it up now!

my favorite part about the fandom

I might be in a magical little corner of the fandom and people might experience things differently BUT 

A Spy willing to get his hands dirty was perhaps more of a surprise than she anticipated, maybe Heavy to be the one cooking but never the Spy. With Elliot still wearing her work-out gear of loose trousers that clung to the sculpture of her lower torso, she felt completely underdressed even at that time of sunrise. It was barely even light outside but Elliot brought with her the cold of the morning and rainfall that lingered at the edges of her hair, like a Goddess of early Spring she had a small crown of wilted daisies perched around the top of her head from her adventure.

A towel lightly dabbed at the nape of her neck as the loose crop top of stitched together blue hovered just above her belly button, now completely dry from the morning dew.

@spybleu

He couldn’t remember the last time he had come to this base. It had definitely been a while. At least it was only for two days until the new Scout arrived here. He just had to hope he wouldn’t ruffle any feathers.

He had gotten to his dorm, gotten his stuff unpacked and Misty had gotten herself settled on his shoulders. He realised he didn’t have any water. He had headed to the kitchen to get a glass.

The delicious smell of cooking food caught his attention. But his heart sank. He hated the idea of disturbing someone while they were cooking. He breathed deeply.

It will be fine...

He knocked on the door to alert whoever was inside, before he carefully opened it just a crack.

Being inside the base wasn’t too much of an odd occurrence for the Sniper, however being in the kitchen was one. The Sniper didn’t eat much, nor did he be seen eating around the others, he didn’t join the other team members for dinners nor did he accept any of the offered food that came his way, always refusing and saying that whoever gave it to him needed it more than he did. It wasn’t really a good way of living since in their profession they burnt up quite a lot of carbs which did mean that they needed food to fuel their body, and yet, Amias pushed that to the limit for himself.