My Love; My Life: Slipping Through My Fingers

Testing: 2026-Ending Gone Wrong

*Hyla's pic above*
Setting: Where we last left Hyla & Agent F...

     When agent F finally returns, he finds Hyla passed out asleep at her workbench-her hair covering her face; he slowly makes his way over to her, so as not to suddenly wake her-as he's accidentally done before. He gently moves her hair out of her face, and just stares at her for a long moment as he tries to compare her to his memories of the two girls from his childhood. Hyla moves slightly in her sleep, causing him to quickly pull his hand away from her in slight panic but relaxes again when she doesn't wake and proves to be in a deep slumber. A smirk drifts upon his face at the sight of her sleeping form-with more confidence in the depth of her sleep, he easily scoops her into his arms. Her head falls slack to rest against his chest as he carries her from the work room, to his sleeping quarters-which is closer than hers-upon arrival he gently sets her down in his bed and pulls the covers over her.

     Hyla wakes a while later, confused by her surroundings and finds herself blushing at the sight of agent F returning into the room-shirtless and drying his hair with a towel. She can't help staring at his muscular, tattooed arms; his toned form...

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he says not looking at has he lets the towel fall slack around his neck, "sleep well?" He asks as he goes through a dresser drawer-assumingely for a shirt, "you fell asleep at the work bench again," he tells her as he drops the towel and starts put the shirt on, "my quarters were closer to bring you to than your own," he continues as he pulls it all the way down, turns to her and finds her eyes already avoiding, "the project finished?"

    She just stares at the bed sheets as she sits in the bed for a moment, her mind in a haze at the still very clear memory of the kiss he forced upon her. Her face flushes and cheeks grow red at the memory as her heart starts to pound as she bites her lower lip-yearning for him to kiss her again. He watches her closely in curiosity as she stares at the bed sheets, he notes how exhausted she looks-most likely from the long hours of working late into the night. He knows it's his fault that she had to do all the work over, but could never bring himself to admit it out loud or apologize; he made it take her longer-at first because he was trying to get her to change partners, but then it eventually became because he liked seeing her riled up. He watches her-analyzing her as she slowly gets up out of his bed and makes her way over to him-soon enough, she stands directly in front of him. Her head craned upwards to meet his hanged head looking down at her-the blush is still quite visible on her face, but it's her flushed skin that concerns him more (though he doesn't show it) and much like with the kiss, he checks her forehead with his hand.

"Yer burnin up," he tells her quietly, "y'all've been over exerting yerself-"

"That's a western accent," she notes-speaking for the first time, "Tex-"

"Woah," he says as he's quick to catch her as she starts to collapse, "you shouldn't have even gotten up."

"Stay," she says in a whisper of a voice-waking slightly as he puts her back in the bed and beneath the covers, "please," her whispers beg him, "I don't wanna be alone Carl-"

     Agent F goes quiet at this request & name-another man's name-a boyfriend maybe...or possibly a childhood friend? Someone she obviously knew & guessed that he bore a resemblance to. But who & what was this male to her-why'd she call his name, what makes him so great? F stops quickly upon coming to the realization that his fists are clenched and a scowl is adorning his features as the woman in his bed is now passed out again. He lets out a sigh, brushing off his anger and frustration; he decides to leave and go to work off his frustration in the base gym...

"Fernando," her voice comes ringing in his ear as he reaches the door, "Fernando," her whispers come again-causing him to turn and look at her sleeping form, "Fernando," she says again in her sleep & he could shake the feeling of knowing the name she spoke somehow, "promise Fernando," she whispers restlessly, "promise-"