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@caniid​:  [ CLING ] for enzo!! hugs. - accepting.  « [ CLING ]: sender wraps their arms tightly around the receiver, clinging on to them throughout the embrace.  »

     ONE ALMOST NEVER KNOWS HOW MUCH THEY NEED SOMETHING UNTIL THEY RECIEVE IT. Enzo was used to touch-- the touch of battle, the harshness of a fist meeting jaw, a hand clenched around his throat ( tightening-- choking, can’t breathe, can’t breathe, can’t-- ), his own knuckles meeting the flesh of another. The touch of another outside of that ( the intention to comfort, to soothe-- not to maim or hurt ) was rare, a luxury for one of his occupation. He cannot pinpoint the exact time that he had last felt a friendly pat on his shoulder, a hand being held in his-- a hug, however, is a far distant memory from a life that he was no longer allowed to call his own. 

     Of course it is someone like Mutt who found the need to be the one to break the Spy’s ongoing streak. Arms wrapping around him ( thrash-- escape, get away ! ), tightening around his body and pulling it towards another. Years of honed instinct are silenced once Enzo’s brain registers that he is not under threat, he is being held-- hugged. He is being given affection-- he is being given it freely ( or rather forcefully in this case, but the details were minor ). He can’t let his guard down so easily-- he shouldn’t let his guard down. But Mutt is warm, their embrace is... safe. 

     The mercenary allows himself a brief indulgent here, his own arms coming to wrap around the other in order to return the hold. The difference in height makes it slightly more challenging, but his face meets the meat of Mutt’s shoulder regardless, burrowing deep, almost as if he buries himself deep enough, the world around him may just melt away. He is only human, after all, & it is important that he was reminded of that fact.

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@isetheby​ said: ➒ a letter meant to be read only once my character is dead ✐ - accepting. 

‘ Amore Cecil  Sniper,

If this letter has made its way into your hands then I’ve been killed I am no longer around.

My name, my real name is... [ The letters to the words are incomprehensible, whether or not it was on purpose is unclear ]. I was born in Italy on the 19th of March, 1927. My sister was born3 years later. When I was 8, there was a devastating fire at my home-- I lost everything my entire family in the blaze and spent the rest of my childhood on the streets.  I was in the war, as you could have probably guessed. I don’t really remember which side I fought for anymore, nor do I care. I think I was 16 when I enlisted. It isn’t worth going into detail of what I did during that time-- I was only a teenager with nothing left to lose and everything to give. I became a mercenary when the war ended. I was 18. Between that and the labour work I started doing when I was 12, I suppose I had managed to make a living. A year later, my time as a hireling went sour as I was framed for a murder that I had no part in and I was sentenced to death. To be killed on my 20th birthday. I only escaped the death sentence after the death penalty was scrapped in Italy. I was released in 1950 after being proved innocent. The man actually responsible confessed-- can you believe it?

As you can imagine, the only job left out there for me was mercenary work-- nobody would hire a man with a criminal record like me. I did what I did for nearly 20 years of my life, getting better as I went, getting more brutal and efficient. I am not proud of what I’ve done over the years due to desperation and hunger. I was 40 when I saw the job application for Mann Co. And, as you say, ‘the rest was history’.      I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this. I suppose it’s because I wish for someone out there to know exactly who I am what I’ve been through over the past 44 years. There is nobody else in the world but you that I would rather have know. Not that it matters now. 

I miss you. I miss you a lot. I think about you a lot. And about how we ended things. I suppose, that will be my biggest regret. I wasn’t enough to keep you by my side, but I will still treasure what we had. From the day I finish writing this letter until the day I die.

I’m sorry.

- From, Spy - Sincerely, Blu - Love, Enzo - Vito

I love you, Cecil. I love you, I love you, I love--

[ The bottom of the letter is unintelligible as it seems that the writer began to cry across the pages, smearing the ink. ] ’ 

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     EYES SQUEEZED SHUT, HANDS OVER MASKED EARS-- SEE NO EVIL, HEAR NO EVIL. Flames burning high, high-- higher still, the smell of burning and charred flesh filling his nose, cries echoing, screaming in his ears.

     Head twitching, jerking to the side, a growl forming in his throat, drowned out by the thundering of his heart. Stay in control-- stay in control, you fool ! But he couldn’t, not like this, not with fire blazing around him, filling his senses. He doubled over, forehead pressing into gravel-- the closer one gets to fire, the more likely they were to get burned.

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     “Ah, monsieur. So glad you could join me this evening; I trust that your journey here was a pleasant one ? Let me take your coat. Sit down, make yourself comfortable. You do not mind if I put some music on, oui ? Pour some wine; a 1910 Grappe Le Presse. Ah— ? Oh please, mon ami, this is a special occasion. Now, you are probably curious as to why I called you out here. Well— ah, here, make sure to take in the aroma first, marvellous isn’t it? Anyway, I have a proposition... you, don’t mind if I put my hands here, do you ? You seem so tense, mon ami... relax... No need to be so nervous. We are just two gentlemen enjoying one another’s company. But... consider. What if we were to take this further ? Perhaps... kiss ? ”

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          “ Words cannot describe how surprised I am that any of you are capable of having sex. ”

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@lilolnumber​  x

          BRAVADO & CONFIDENCE-- WHAT WAS EXPECTED OF A SPY, MELTING AWAY. Slipping into something more private-- more personal. A masked man so used to saving face-- not hesitating to show that he was more than the suits he adorned.

     “ I... mean in the bedroom. ” His throat was cleared, skin becoming more flushed beneath the material of his balaclava once what he had previously been eyeing was revealed, metal reflecting the light of its surroundings. “ Would you-- your... hm. ” Words dripping with apprehension, blush increasing in its intensity as his desires lay on the tip of his tongue. 

     “ Your hand. Th-The Gunslinger, to be more specific. ”

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thought I would take the time to write up Blu’s experience of being a head in RED Medic’s fridge, apologies if it’s a little meh, been awhile since I wrote something like this ! warnings apply such as: death, dissociation, decapitation, violence and abuse.  link to it is HERE.

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@hauntscreation​ said:  [ entwine ] oh u know it.... word prompts. - not accepting. « [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand »

     OH, HOW RARE THESE TEMPORARY RESPITES HAD BECOME. They were no longer children, sharing a thin blanket & desperately huddling for warmth during the chilling & unforgiving winter months. They were adults, the both of them, & there was money to be made. The agent supposed that the lack of time they had managed to spend together lately was mostly his own-- contracts falling onto an already willing lap. A promise of good pay always brought him away from Oliver-- his companion ( his love ), his friend. 

     It seems like yesterday, the memory of when the self-made mercenary had found a plate of food thrust in front of his face & and a boy-- no, an angel, had smiled at him. Their friendship had bloomed, blossomed into something unrivalled & pure-- & there was nothing in the world that Enzo would trade for it.  It was always the two of them-- just the two of them against the world & whatever these empty & harrowed streets had to throw at them-- whatever these streets would take from them. Everything, they would take everything-- they would keep taking until you were raw & bleeding, screaming-- 

     A hand found his-- a warm hand, interrupting his musings. The angel is here-- his angel. His heart skips a beat in his chest & he thanks whatever God that may have graced him with the honour of being in the presence of Oliver ( head over heels in love ? no, he had fallen so in love with him he had scraped his knees on the way down, scratched the palms of his hands in order to claw his way up ).

          “ My head was in the clouds, ” Angelo mio, is left unsaid, swallowed back by a silver tongue. “ What were you saying about this opportunity you have been offered ? ”

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anonymous said: out of all your colleagues, which would be your first pick to get a dildo of their dick? ( for whichever muse wants to answer! ) sinday.

          “ Engineer. ” Now leave him alone.

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          “ Why are you looking at me like that ? I was asked to dress as someone scary. ” There were very few people that he knew that weren’t scared of the Medic-- it was only right for the Spy to incorporate him into his costume for this year.

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when red was younger, he was homeless for many years. his clothes were almost nonexistent and essentially just cloth hanging off of a small, beaten frame. he was almost always ill in one way or another. as a result, the reason that he prides himself in how he looks-- it may slightly be due to his vanity, but it’s also due to how he looks being a large part of who he is and is undeniably important to him. furthermore, he may come off as cocky most of the time, but it’s mostly just to save face. he crawled his way from the depths of hell to be put where he is now and he’ll be damned if he loses it all.

blu had similar experiences in his childhood. he grew up in a rather well off household, never needing to worry about money or food-- all up until the point he lost it all in a tragic fire. in the span of mere hours, he not only lost his home, he lost his entire family in the blaze. as a result, he developed pretty severe pyrophobia. and with no other family to take him in, he grew up on the streets, just like red did. however, instead of becoming vain or coming off as conceited, he became more aware of money because he knows what it’s like to go from having more than enough to none at all in the blink of an eye.

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@diripiat said:  "So, have you ever eaten a homeless slug before?" unprompted - always accepting

          “ I forgot the word once. Why don’t you try thinking of a specific word in half a dozen different languages. ” An unimpressed, half-hearted glare at the Australian. “ And for your information, no, I haven’t. ”

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@iwantnames​ said: mwah. unprompted - always accepting.

     AFFECTION SO FREELY GIVEN & WILLINGLY ACCEPTED. A gentle smile lingered ‘pon lips so used to being held even-- held straight & serious in order to match the persona that the Spy so readily played everyday. Such exploits chipped away at his ever dwindling exhaustion-- eyes drooping, steps growing heavier as the hours ticked by. The character that the mercenary chose to play eternally draining what little energy he had when a new dawn shined across the battlefield. 

     A kiss pressed to his cheek, expression growing softer, a body relaxing into the arms that held him so closely-- almost as if the Medic believed that if he squeezed hard enough, the love & adoration that he held ( the adoration that was shared between them ) would leak into Blu’s body. In some ways, the Spy supposed it was true. 

          “ Ah, amore. ” he whispers, gloved hand moving to cup the side of the RED’s face, holding it there almost as if he were cradling the finest of porcelain, tracing his thumb across cheekbone to ensure that he was able to memorise his face by touch alone should he never have the opportunity to see such an angel again. “ I have missed you these past few days. My heart is lighter whenever I see your face. ” There would be no denial that he had certainly missed his Dove.

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@estabionage​ said:  Toni has cornered the fellow blu, an intense expression in his eyes as he speaks. "I do understand la petit mort leads men in odd directions but... why him." unprompted - always accepting.

     “ Evidently, I was dropped as a child. ” The Spy hardly knew why the other was asking him of all people. He’s seen his tastes & he was far from impressed. “ I should be asking the same to you. ”

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anonymous said: hey BLU, don't you have a thing for engineers? sinday.

          “ I also have a thing for those who mind their own business. ”

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@multimusement​ said: 🔪 [Engineer] "Now, just stop tryin' to mess with my contraptions!" nonverbal  - accepting.  « 🔪 Point a weapon at my muse »

     HANDS HELD UP TO SHOW ACQUIESCENCE-- NOT TO BE MISTAKEN FOR SURRENDER. A snort of incredulity-- whether it was at the situation that had unfolded, or the fact that the BLU was supposed to show compliance. Meddling was what he had been hired for-- it was in his job description ( quite literally-- page 12, paragraph 8, sentence 3 ). 

          “ Oh, please-- large words for an illiterate simpleton who can’t keep a better eye on his toys. ”  & perhaps brave words from someone currently being held at gunpoint after a failed backstab-- a man who had also dropped his knife in the consequent skirmish that followed.