Finally Mine (Damianya) (Twiyor)

Silence

It was early morning on a Saturday. The sun was up and shining.

Loid was at the hospital working. Yor was out with her co-workers. Their daughter was alone at home.

Anya sat at her desk in her room, working. It was bright inside as the open curtains allowed sunlight to come through the glass window.

Papers were scattered around the table. An empty mug that was once filled to the brim with warm coffee sat at the corner.

Her textbooks were pushed aside as a blueprint took up the space of the table.

The blueprints is the safe house of where the Desmond Gala were supposedly held in.

Agent Moon—a skilled spy who's a master of disguise and deception—acquired it by acting as an architect who needed to check the structure and build of the building for an inspection.

Bond had walked in a minute ago but Anya paid him no mind as she continued on reviewing the building.

The Esper laid on his dog bed in the room and watched Anya with his tail wagging slowly.

From the looks of it, the safe house won't be so hard to get into.

There were a few security systems placed around doors but the technology is pretty old. With the advanced equipment WISE has, disabling it will be a piece of cake.

The worry however is not on how to get in. It's on the location of the files they need.

Handler had been tracking the vehicle with the papers from Donovan's office but the tracker she had placed lost signal when the vehicle entered a dangerous part of town.

She has been working to find it's location without the use of technology. Anything they use in that part of town seems to shut down and lose signal.

They concluded that it was because of the horrible satellite. Apparently it hasn't been changed or upgraded since it was first placed. Which was a long time ago.

Sighing, Anya gets up from her seat, taking her mug with her.

If she was gonna spend the entire day working, she might as well do it with some coffee.

Bond stayed in his bed as she stepped out, slippers dragging across the floor as she trudged over to the kitchen.

As she made herself some coffee, the birds chirped outside.

She didn't know how she could hear it. The doors and windows were closed. She was pretty sure those birds were on the trees across from the building.

Shrugging it off, she stirred the brown liquid, the teaspoon clinking with the rim of the mug.

The faint sound bounced off the walls and echoed through the apartment.

Anya froze.

Now she understands.

The reason why she could hear the birds was not because they were too loud or because there was a lot of them.

It was because her house is consumed in silence.

When did it first get quiet?

She vaguely remembers this house making noise even in the middle of the night.

There was always something that could be heard.

But what happened to that? It's so silent now...

Slowly, she looked up and stared at the eerily empty living area.

No one was there. Not even a fly.

The only thing left was those memories she had made in childhood.

Thinking back on the week she had, she realized she hasn't arrived home with both of her parents waiting.

That hasn't happened in weeks...

She felt her lip trembling.

Inhaling sharply, she wiped away any tears that built up and went back to her room, coffee in hand.

As she sat down, she shook her head to clear of any distracting thoughts and got right back to work.

She knows it's not good to ignore all these issues. She knows it's not healthy to try and forget about it.

But she has to.

For the sake of her grades and her career, she can't afford to be distracted.

All those issues can be resolved later on.

Right now, she has to focus on her work.

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Damian sat on his bed in his childhood room.

It was a Saturday. He would've preferred to stay in his dorm with Ewen and Emile but his father demanded he stay for the day.

They talked about the gala but Damian didn't care about that one bit.

He wanted to leave.

The tense air in the mansion was suffocating him.

The silence surrounding it was an eerie feeling.

He hasn't gone home in a while. He wasn't used to it anymore. But then again, no one's ever home. Silence is all that's left by the end of the day.

His father was flying out to Westalis this evening to settle some business. His mother was in the office doing God knows what. His brother was in America working.

Sighing, he flopped back on the matress and stared at the familiar ceiling, tracing each and every crevice with his eyes.

He was all too familiar with that ceiling.

As a kid, he would always stare at it in the middle of the night wondering when his dad will finally acknowledge him.

He had only lived in this house until he was 6 before moving to a dorm. But even if he only spent a few years in it, he still had some bad memories.

He remembered all the nights he would spend crying silently as he was once again ignored by his family.

He didn't care about it anymore though. They were already living as if they were strangers from the moment he was born.

He won't have to be with his father for another while, thankfully.

The gala was postponed due to some private issues but he couldn't care less.

That party could be cancelled forever for all he cares.

Closing his eyes, he laid there for a moment, taking everything in.

Only two years left. After that, he'll be gone for good.

He was sure his parents were going to send him to Europe for some extra studying. Then they'll take him to America to work.

It was what they did with his brother.

The plan after graduation has been left unsaid but he doesn't need confirmation to know that he was gonna get sent away.

He wasn't even sure if he could go back here.

So while he still has time, he was going to enjoy every bit of it. He was going to go out with his friends. He won't be so uptight about his grades anymore.

Maybe in the two years he has left, he would tell Anya how he feels.

Just maybe...

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This was kinda short and sloppy. I only wrote this to show how Anya and Damian were feeling behind the scenes. It was more focused on their ambitions and issues and how they deal with emotional things.