𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮 ➪ 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱

𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲. 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳-𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀

THE GRAVEDIGGERS HAD FINALLY LEFT —
Agnes sighed in relief, the thoughts of them being in her house any longer bothered her to her core.
she looked at Lockwood for a second, remembering his request to talk to her.
"what did you wanna talk to me about?" she stared at him, him doing the same. Lucy and George had left the library, hoping that the conversation would turn into a love confession.

"right..." Lockwood raised his eyebrows, swallowing hard. he closed the door of the room, looking down at his grey shoes.
"I wanted to say that...you can keep sleeping in my room, if you'd like—I mean I've never seem you have a nightmare when you're with me and I sincerely miss your cold body next to mine's when we're sleeping; but if you don't me there then that's totally fine I can sleep somewhere—" he rambled, Agnes walked closer. shutting his mouth with her hands. he widened his eyes.

they were close, close enough to feel their breaths in one another's face.
Agnes softly removed her hands from his mouth, he looked at her chapped lips; fighting back wishes to kiss it.
she looked at his thin soft-ones.
"okay." she whispered. he got closer, and she did too. bringing her hands to the back of his neck as he brought his hands to her waist.
Anthony and Agnes closed their eyes, both felt the warm butterflies swaging in their stomachs as they approximated.

the phone rung.
"AGNES ITS FOR YOU!" George screamed from the hallway.
Lockwood sighed as she removed her hands from his neck, walking away as she left him alone in embarrassment.
he had almost kissed Agnes Berkshire, and he felt like he could throw up from the nerviness building up in his stomach.

the blonde picked up the phone.
she could hear frantic breathing from the end of the line.
"they found you, Montrose." the phone hung up.
Agnes blinked, recognizing that voice.
Killian Johnson had finally found her, her family had found out her address.
the man who tutored her every-year before she joined the Mors agency and when she'd come home from breaks.

he was a vicious man of tall stature, always in straight posture. hair black as the midnight sky and piercing grey eyes that could match no other's.
at some point in her life his manipulative attitude was enough to fool Agnes into becoming as brutal and merciless as him.
she sometimes wondered if she should ever thank him for making her such a good agent; even after he put her through torture, to mold her into a silent, resilient soldier

"everything okay?" Agnes looked up to Lockwood, he seemed nervous and absolutely flustered, Agnes nodded "yeah." she softly said.

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later on the night the company was on their way to Kensal Green Cemetery. Agnes was opposite to Lockwood, left to Lucy's side on the van; staring at the drops of water in the window.
"okay, let's keep our wits about us. we do not want to get jumped by relic men." Lockwood said in the background.