#tcmbond

         They were about to conclude this mission anyway, they’d collected all the information they needed and now were pulling the rip cord. Assassinating a cult leader that had gotten his hooks in a senator’s daughter. It felt nice to be doing something good for once, but cults were unpredictable, especially ones that stockpiled weapons, and Donald was sure to hold onto any feeling of hope or success until the mission was over. 

@tcmbond cont. from here

he’s just gonna go ahead and grab another drink, maybe not so subtly hiding the fact he doubts that.

         “I’m not scared of the dark. I’m not. I’m just ----- prone to panic when lights go out.” Especially street lights. Apparently. It’s the best explanation she’s got, anyway, for why she’d nearly knocked him over in the street. She was JUMPY, more than anything. That part wasn’t so easy to explain, walking around like some kind of rabbit, heartbeat going a million miles an hour every time she was in public. “Sorry. Sorry -- you alright?”

                  “i don’t back down.” which wasn’t a lie. eliot didn’t back down. he  didn’t back down and he always got back up. always. something deep and feral in him forced him to get back up. eliot tasted blood, but if anything it spurred him to square his shoulders, adjust his footing, and fix his opponent with a hard, daring stare. “c’mon. le’s make it fun.”

@tcmbond shit idk

         “Okay, okay!” Don laughed, grinning at his silly boyfriend and hugging him back. “I sleep better that way too.” It was true, before moving in with them Donald’s dreams ranged from nightmares to monotonous, now though? Now he could dream again. Last night he dreamt of sun shining through a kitchen and helping Tom bake cookies while Liz ate the batter. He was a simple man with simple desires, and those desires were to live happily ever after with this family of his. Placing a quick kiss to Tom’s lips, he pulled back to say, “Let me just change out of this suit.”