he wasn't the only one

❝  shame.  you should.  it’s really your only option right now.  ❞        it wasn’t a threat.      ❝  unless, of course, you can think of something else in less than a minute’s time.  ❞  

❝  do you trust me?  ❞

“    oh, no!    you have things confused, you see.    this place?    all of this?    it’s not so easily found by the mere mortal.    even you.    ”    he pauses, motioning towards a wall full of different kinds of tea.    even alien ones that you would only find on certain planets.    “    any tea you would like, of course.    take your pick.    ”

see?

they all get soft on her eventually. like cheese in the sun.

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biiig softy in a little body. that’s why winter’s shadow is so fun to find.

❝that guy is staring at you.❞

just because yelena says it through a mouth-gluing pull of chicken strip sandwich, that doesn’t mean she’s bored to be here. she loves portugal. and being a local.

❝want me to count his teeth?❞

out on the table.

She didn’t like being found, but she could hardly stop Belova from going ahead and doing it. She just took another sip of her tea and gave the younger woman a look. There was almost amusement there. Almost. “He’s trying to build up the nerve to speak with me. I don’t believe that’s necessary, unless you know something I don’t.” 

“    lost?    one doesn’t simply get lost in a place like this.    ”    he pauses, motions with his hand for her to have a seat in one of the chairs.    “    can i interest you in a cup of tea?    ”

Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.

This wasn’t the first time a knife had been put to her throat and it would hardly be the last. The big question was why. She remembered his face from some FBI Most Wanted list. Dean Winchester, but he was inconsequential to her. His brother was also on that list. Eidetic memory came in handy sometimes. Her eyes slid to the side and she heard the crunch of gravel underfoot. Likely him. 

She could take both. 

A little quirk to her brow and a twist in her foot, a shift of her shoulder and a jerk of her elbow, she had his forearm in her grip--flipping him over onto the ground with his knife in her hand. A thin cut tracing across her throat, it was already scabbing over. She flipped the hunting knife over in her hands and heard the click of the safety of a gun, then threw the knife into the ground. Only the handle sticking out of the gravel. 

“    and what exactly can i help you with?    ”    @thawedweapon​

** espionage / spy based sentence starters.