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@inlecebra    /      STOPPPP    says    YOUUU < 33

maybe… but you’re not. you actually / like / me for one. [ he replies with a thick layer of smugness in his voice, par for the course as his hand glides down her back, like a feather brushing against the fabric of her shirt, and lands on her hip. he squeezes it gently, pulling her just a bit closer. he pretends like he didn’t, the gesture unacknowledged. his eyes roll, not wanting to entertain her further. ] don’t get cocky— i had to answer for all the bullet holes in my jackets somehow which i / don’t / hold against you by the way, [ he leans in closer slightly. ] business is better when i lose the jacket. 

@wiccaanways    (  . . .  )     now   I   just   think you’re   being    dramatic .    besides   ,    aren’t   you   now    doing   exactly   what   he did    ,    hm ?       [       a    sly   smile stretched    upon   anastasia’s    lips   as   she   tilted   her chin    up   to   meet   his   gaze   ,     hyperaware    of    his   own   similar   actions .  a    shiver   ran   down   her   spine ,    sending goosebumps    over   her   skin   at   the   enclosed    proximity   and   the   way   he   traced   his   finger   over   the   small   of her back .     a   small   hum   escaped   her   ,   swallowing    away   the   lump   that   had    formed    in    her   throat   as   her   gaze   subconsciously   flickered    to   his lips Z.    ]      hold   on   there   draga —    are    we    just   going   to   skim   over the    fact    that   you   ‘ talk   about   me    a   lot ‘ ?     what   have   you   told   them   ? 

it felt like it— letting him lean in and whisper in your ear and put his hands all over you. [ he feigns more frustration than he actually had, leaning forward slightly, his voice low and quieter than normal. his hand presses against her back, his fingers drawing circles on her back. ] i’ll tell my guys that you’re coming— they’ve been wanting to meet you since i talk about you a lot. now that i think about it… this might be a little harder than me; you’re even more incredible in person.  

@cvpidlve   (  . . .  )      careful .    you’re   getting   / awfully /    familiar   ,    mister   laurier   .    [       anastasia    tutted   ,      twirling   the   spare   key   in   between   her   fingers  ,   before  a   small   smirk   formed   on   her    features  soon   after .      ]       I’ll   be   sure   to   let    you    know   when    I   do . . .    oh   come   on ,   draga .    I    caught   the   one   responsible   for that   little   mishap   .     [      she   told    him   as   she   turned   on   her   heel   ,  crouching down   to   retrieve    a   large   case   ,   before placing   it   in   front   of    him   and    flicking   it   open   ,   revealing   the   various   guns   inside .        ]        I’ll    give   you   the   rest   tomorrow   ,  in person   and   in   / working /    hours  ,   to ensure   no faults   .     I’ll   give   them    to   you   free   of    charge   ,   to   account   for   the   difficulties .     does   that   sit   well    with   you   ? 
            
            

“ very ” sylvester grinned as he observed her leaning back a little before raising an eyebrow “ my weakness ? …..find it i’m curious to see what you’ll find ” he said a genuine tone creeping in….or as genuine as someone like him could be “ well since you have a little problem with people messing with /my/ shipments specifically….i’d say it’s more personal than professional. But glad to hear you finally admit you enjoy my company ” he said the casual relaxed smile never leaving his face. 

@cvpidlve    (  . . .  )     should   i   be   honoured    ?       [      anastasia   questioned in amusement    as she   tossed   the   magazine   on   the   coffee table    ,    before   shrugging   off   her   coat ,   hanging   it   over   the   head   of   the   chair  .    she   clicked    her tongue to the    roof   of    her   mouth   ,   a   gleam   within   her   hues .     ]         nothing   fazes   you   ,    does   it   ?    that’s    alright .    everyone   has   a   weakness .    I’ll   find yours    eventually .      [       she    teased   ,    though    there   was   an   underlying   sincerity    in   her   tone   .     her   head   tilted .     ]       hmm …      then   you’ll   have   to   book   an   appointment   sweetheart   ,    just   like   everyone   else .     showing   up   at   my   house   unannounced   is   hardly   professional .   even   if   i   find   your   company   rather   / entertaining /   . 

/    ye

@acterror     /     I’m   gonna   reply    on    disc because    we    all    know    where    this    is going     ; D 

[    He  stood  there,   feeling  his  pulse  quicken  as  she  stepped  closer,   her  eyes  locked  on  his  with  an  intensity  that  made  his  breath  hitch.  The  room  seemed  to  shrink  around  them,   every noise  fading  into  the  background  until  all  he  could  focus  on  was the  soft  rustle  of  her  movements  and  the  look  in  her  eyes.   He  swallowed,  struggling  to  find  the  right  words.    ]     i  didn’t  want  to  bother  you  with  it.   [   He  wasn’t  prepared  when  she  pulled  him  down,   her  lips  capturing  his  in  a  kiss  that  was  both  soft  and  demanding.  For  a  moment,  he  was  too  surprised  to  react,  his  mind  racing  to  catch  up  with  what  was  happening.  But  the  warmth  of  her  lips,  the  way  she  pressed  against  him,  quickly  drowned  out  any  hesitation.   His  hands  found  their  way  to  her  waist,  pulling  her  closer  as  he  gave  in,   returning  the  kiss  with  a  hunger  that  surprised  even  him.   All  the  nervousness  and  uncertainty  melted  away,   replaced  by  a  surge  of  desire  that  made  him  forget  about  everything  else.    ]

@acterror     (  . . .  )      well   I   certainly   don’t want   you   to   make    it   easy   for   me .   where’s    the   fun   in   that ?       [        a    daring    gleam   lit   up   in   her   hues   at   his   words   ,   smirking   softly   in response .     ]      you   know   ,  you’d   / think /   that   that   would   deter   me ,   but it   really   doesn’t ,   draga .    [      she   didn’t    even   hesitate    ,    and   in   a   blink   ,    she    was   launching   herself     at    him    into   a   tackle   with   all   of   her    strength   .      ]   what    a    /  gentleman  / . 

Do  you  want  me  to  hurt  you?    [    Adan   rolled  up  the  sleeves  of  his  white  shirt,   looking  at  her  with  an  amused  expression.   She  had  no  idea   what  she  asked  for.    ]    So,  how  do  you  want  to  settle  this?    Do  i  pin  you  down  and  choke  you, or  is  that  too  extreme  for  you?    [    he  teased.  Of  course, he  wouldn't  go  that  far.  He  knew  most  women  had  the  confidence  but  often  misjudged  the  situation.   As  for  most  men,  they  usually  couldn't  gauge  their  own  strength.    ]    I'll  be  so  nice  and  let  you  go  first.

@acterror    (  . . .  )     I’m    loving    your   confidence ,   but  I    wouldn’t   tell   you   what    I’d   do .    that     would    defeat   the    whole   purpose   of    this    little     experiment   .       [          she    mused    .   by   all means   ,    she    had   no   doubt   that between them ,    adan   was   a much   better physical    fighter    (    for   anastasia   mainly relied    on her    skill   and   accuracy   with weaponry    )       ,    but    she    was   more   than   willing to    prove    that    she    would    be   able   to hold her own    for   longer   than   he   likely    expected .   a     smile    graced    her    features    as    her eyes     slowly   flickered    over   him .        ]       you    realise    that   by    admitting    that   you    don’t    want   to   hurt    me   ,    you’ll inevitably   hold  back ,    putting    me   at    an     advantage .     [        the    words   slipped    from    her   tongue    easily   as    she   tapped her fingers    on   the    arm   of    the couch .    ]

@acterror   (  . . .  )     you    wound   me .    [        the   romanian   woman   placed   her   hand  on   her   chest   dramatically   ,   before   glancing   down   to   his   hands   when   he   seemed     momentarily    distracted   ,    raising   her  eyebrow   .        ]     .  .  .     you   know ,    you    / can /    take   that    if   you   need to ,   draga  .   [       she   mused    ,    as   she fixated   her gaze   towards his   face ,   unable to quite read   his expression .   a low chuckle   escaped   her   soon after .     ]     absolutely .        [         she    responded    ,    the    corners   twitching    upwards   ,    cocking    her   head   to   the   side .     ]    tell   me  im   wrong .     because   /  that  /    smile   of   yours   before    was   genuine   .   I    could   tell .   it    wasn’t   a    false one    ,   or   a   smirk  like the one   you   just gave . 
            
            

Yes.  Sorry  to  disappoint  you.  Only  a  small  part.    [    Adan  finally  looked  at  her  with  a  sultry  glance.   Smirking  softly  at  her  confidence.   Then, a  sudden  noise  distracted  him,  breaking  his  concentration  as  his  phone  vibrated  in  the  pocket  of  his  black  slacks.   He  looked  down  at  his  lap  before  he  pulled  out  his  phone  to  see  who  texted  him.   It  was  his  girlfriend,  asking  when  he  would  come  home.  His  expression  remained  blank  when  he  read  that  message.   He  just  turned  off  his  phone  and  put  it  aside,  focusing  on  Anastasia  again     ]     Sorry.  Where  were  we?   Oh   -    right.   You  think  a  smile  means  that  you  have  an  effect  on  me?       

@acterror   (  . . .  )     [       anastasia’s   eyes glinted   with   amusement   as   she   watched his reaction  .     ]     only   a   small part   ?    [     she   teased,    her   voice   dripping    with    playful     skepticism   ,    a sly   vixen   .    ]      I think    you're     underestimating    the    effect    I    have   on    you ,   draga .   after  all ,     I   see   a   smile   there   —   how   often   does   that   happen   ? 

@-loadedguns-    (  . . .  )      [       anastasia    smirked     slightly    ,    tapping her    fingernail on    the    edge   of    her    glass .     ]      now   now ,    napoleon .      just    because    I    don’t    believe   in   fate   ,    doesn’t    mean I    don’t    enjoy   your company .      [       she    teased   ,    before    raising her    eyebrow .     ] flattery    will    get    you     everywhere.    though     I     don’t    plan    on    distracting you    from    your    mission   by    my    ‘ glow ‘ .      [       she    chuckled   ,    before     her    eyes    flickered    over    to where he was     looking   ,   glancing    over   her   shoulder .  her    eyes   narrowed    slightly   at    the man he was    looking at .    wasn’t    that     CIA ?     oh    boy .      this    was    certainly    going to be    a party .      she    downed   the    rest    of    her   champagne  ,   placing    the    empty    glass   on    a tray being    carried    by    a    nearby    waiter    ,    before    turning   back to napoleon .        ]       not that    I doubt your abilities ,    but   do you need    a    hand   with this one   ,    draga ? 

the spy took a sip from his glass with a knowing smile slowly painting itself across his face. “Now that’s an absolute shame~” he responded to her comment on fate before letting out his own chuckle at her response. “Oh no. Don’t get me wrong darling, I love you both in shadow and light, but in the light I can bask in your glow.” He winked in return, his charming smirk replacing the previous smile before faltering slightly at her question. He quickly covered it with another sip from his glass, recovering before he could respond. “You could call it that.” His eyes and gaze gave him away for a moment as he looked over her shoulder to catch sight of his target tonight: his old handler at the CIA. The very same one that had previously sent him on his last “suicide” mission. 
            
            || ofc love! 

/     thank    you    hun    < 33

@acterror     (  . . .  )        worried    about   me   ,    are    you     ?         [         a   chuckle   emerged    .       ]      we     are   here   to   talk   about   /  your  /   relationship  .    not mine .     [       she    reminded   him   ,    clicking    her tongue    to    the   roof   of   her   mouth   ,   before    shrugging   her    shoulders .       ]      i   don’t    feel    lonely .    i   have    my     work    to   focus   on .    and    in    my   line    of work ,    i meet    people    every day .     besides ,   i have   ways   to   satisfy   any    loneliness    that   might creep in  .    [       she    trailed    off   ,    a    knowing gleam    within    her   hues .      ]      I’ll    be    / quite  /    alright . 

[   he  nodded  slowly    ]    Yeah,  i  know.   I  try  not  to.  But  what  about  you?  Why  are  you  still  single?   At  our  age, you  probably  feel  lonely  at  night.   You  should  try  to  find  someone...    [     Adan  would've  tried  it  with  her  if  it  weren't  for  his  ex.   But  Anastasia  didn't  seem  offended  that  he  came  to  her  for  relationship  advice.   So  he  assumed  she  had  no  real  interest  in  him  to  begin  with      ]    

@acterror    (  . . .  )       [          anastasia  paused   as   she   lit   her    cigarette   ,   taking   a   few   moments   to   listen and   take   in   his   words ,  before   she   exhaled   heavily ,   a few   wisps   of   smoke   escaping her lips .   it    was    difficult   to   give   him   advice when     she   felt   like    he   had    already   made up his mind    about   his   situation .      a    small smile    appeared    on    her    features .      ]        then   do   better .   . . .    don’t   make   the   same   mistakes    twice .   relationships    aren’t    perfect   —    fuck ,   i   know   that .   but    i   have   faith   in   you .   learn   from   the   past . 

“ i’m just as surprised as you are ” sylvester chuckled leaning his head back slightly. he always attributed him still being alive to luck , for someone so reckless and careless he was….lucky to be alive. he , however , preferred to live that way. rather than letting stress and paranoia drive him to an early grave , he preferred to just be carefree and if he died he died. he knew that annoyed some people ….for whatever reason he just simply did not care. “ entertainment ” he responded a wicked grin settling on his face his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. just because he did not wish to be feared didn’t mean he just let things go. he was good natured only to those who stayed in his good graces. it would be foolish of him to leave people unchecked , that would just embolden people to try and fuck him over. “ aren’t you curious how we deal with things in the laurier household ” he teased jokingly. 

@cvpidlve     (  . . .  )        I’m    surprised    you’re    still    alive    ,     draga    .    [        anastasia     responded    ,   a   slight chuckle    escaping her .     it    was    curious   ,    really .    most    of    her    clientele    involved    men    and   women   who   sought    to    be feared  ,    but    that    only    put    bigger targets     on their    backs .   it    was refreshing to    say   the    least      ,     that    sylvester   laurier   chose    a    different    approach .    she   respected   that   and   their business arrangement ,   although    it    didn’t mean   she    trusted    him .   it    would    take a lot    to   do that   ,    and it would   be foolish    to    place   blind   faith    in    a   criminal    such as   herself    .      ]           depends .   what   do   i   get   out   of    sharing   ,   ‘ sweetheart ‘    ?       [       the    weapons   dealer    cocked    her   head    ,    an   innocent   action   despite   the   topic of conversation .  her eyes,    however,     were    anything    but     innocent,     glinting    with a   mixture    of     amusement    and     calculated    interest.     a    slow   wisp   of   smoke   parted   from   her   lips   as  she   exhaled   ,    a    smirk    playing    on   her   features .      ]    

“ really , little ol’ me ? …. i dread to think ” he answered a somewhat mischievous look in his eyes as he responded. he knew of his reputation , he would be a fool not to know but where was the fun in admitting that. “ I’m not someone who is feared , that’s not my thing ” he said in a relaxed tone , which was true to a certain extent. people often heard stories of his escapades but….when they met him in person he was pleasant and charming a friendly face even. he made it a point to not build a scary reputation for himself. he preferred to be liked it made everything /so/ much easier. “ aww…..not a fan of sharing i see , well that’s a shame. ” he chuckled letting her take the cigarette amused. he liked her , he couldn’t quite place why , but she definitely had some fire in her that he could appreciate. he leant forward “ oh i don’t doubt you but can’t you save a little fun for me sweetheart ”

the bandaged hand was the only evidence of his anger getting the better of him. Luckily the wall that had been on the receiving end wasn’t present or it would be pretty obvious at that point. There was a dark fire in his eyes that was being fed purely by the thought of the CIA’s betrayal. “Oh darling, don’t sell yourself too short. I’m sure plenty of people say such nice things and more about you. I know I certainly do.” He responded in a teasing manner, unbuttoning his suit jacket. She was right and he knew it. Deep down he didn’t want to believe her but time and time again he had been left out to dry by the CIA; he was merely their dog. Leashed. Obedient. Broken. “Don’t tempt me.” He merely responded with a soft smile, but it was laced with a tinge of anger if one looked close enough. “Well, since you asked so sweetly…infiltration. There’s a black market dealer in Natal, Brazil who has been causing issues for the US. He got his hands on some nuclear weapons and is going to sell them to the highest bidder, but the last four agents we sent…well, only a piece of them has been sent back.” He leaned forward, glancing at his bandaged hand as he explained. 
            
            ||oh good!! I feel that, that’s going to be me this fall 

@-loadedguns-    (   . . .   )      [        there    was something     in    his    smile    that    didn’t quite    reach    his    eyes .    this    was    bothering    him    ,    this    whole    situation ,    which was    fair    enough .    if   anastasia   was in    his position    ,      she’d    be pretty pissed    .    she    observed him    quietly    ,   pausing    her tapping    on the desk    ,     before     glancing    briefly    to    the    open widow    ,     sunlight    streaming through .    so    he’d    been    thrown under    the   bus     because    he   helped out    a    criminal   . . .   ]       kind    and   generous    are   not   two   words I usually    hear   in    a    sentence    describing me    .       [       she chuckled    ,    before    shaking      her head    ,    rising    to her   feet .       ]         it’s    sounds    like    you’re    just    a    pawn in their    game    ,     solo    .    you    would   do better    faking    your    death    on    this   mission .    go    off    the    grid    ,    disappear  .    all    they’re    doing   is   using you . . .      [        she’d    help   him   with  this  - -     after all ,   she    wasn’t    / completely /   dishonourable .       ]        what   is   this curious    suicide    mission   of    yours   ,   draga   (  darling  )    ? 
            
            /.     ahhh I’m glad   !    I’m good   too   !    working    as always   ,  but it’s been good !    < 33

The agent flashed a smile at her comment before shrugging in response. He leaned back in the chair, one of his hands coming up to slowly wipe his mouth as he tried to think of how to phrase his request. "I'm glad you remembered my kind deed." He started with a quiet chuckle before continuing, "I've been sent on a suicide mission. Apparently, the CIA didn't view my deed as graciously as you. Now they've assigned me a mission that has little chance of success and wouldn't even give me the proper tools to boot. Between you and me, they're trying to send me off for one last time. But, luckily, I remembered I had a kind and generous friend who just so happened to have a few tools to help me out." 
            
            || hello! it has been ages! i am doing really well! it's good to be back! how are you??? <33