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[agentinred]

[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

[K.]: No...maybe.... [K.]: I’m just…noting this fire escape is unusually picturesque tonight. [K.]: Annnnnd maybe I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts. [K.]: You in? or what

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There was no direct answer, not at first. It was, admittedly, a clever gesture, one she recognized all too well (as it had also been a part of her machinations). ART. Her first language. Perhaps her oldest vice. He had arranged the room like a chessboard, not to win quickly, but to see if she knew how to play…and to savor it if she did. She hated how well it worked.

And yet, she didn’t take the bait. Not fully. Not yet.  “IF you must know, I did enjoy the baroque piece near the entrance,” she said at last, tone light, but not entirely careless. “A follower of Caravaggio, if not the man himself. All shadow and half-swallowed light—fond of dramatics, that one. And that humanist perspective. Makes even saints look a little desperate.” She paused before continuing, “Ambitious, violent, and just a little in love with the fall...” Her expression flickered, something just shy of amusement (or confession). But she didn’t linger on it. Dark eyes remained steady on him now, as if to suggest that the comment was about more than just the painting. Or perhaps not.

“I take it I’m meant to be charmed, monsieur,” she said, her tone all elegance on the surface, but unmistakably FIRM beneath. “But if you’re trying to buy my attention, I should warn you, I don’t exactly come cheap. And I haven’t quite decided what I want.” The words hovered with purpose. She wasn’t just referring to the artwork. No, her gaze said something more, something sharper: this was about terms, about who she let close, about the rare privilege of being taken seriously by a woman who TRUSTED almost no one. She might’ve had a weakness for beauty, for the carefully constructed brushstrokes on the surface of a work (the drama of it all), but when it came to business, her loyalty was earned in blood and silence, in steel-forged truces .

She moved further into the room, right into the center. Right into the quiet and dangerous space where decisions were about to be made. Her arms crossed, not defensively, but like someone who had all the time in the world.  “Still. I do appreciate the effort,” she added, voice softer now, though no less guarded. “It’s not every day someone dresses the proverbial stage just to tempt me.” Because temptation had never been the true goal. And though she might walk out of that room without the painting that night, she would never leave empty-handed.

V.01 ━━ He was no stranger to being observed, having been studied more times than he could count, by people of every kind. This was no different... And just like every time before, he had been assessing her from the moment they'd met. Such was the vigilance demanded by his profession [ failing to gauge someone properly had once cost his left eye ]. Le Chiffre took a measured sip of his drink as she closed distance, a quiet display of the composure he was known for and took pride in. There was the slightest shift in his smile, a subtle expression of approval at her choice of words. In their line of work, everything could conceal something darker, and even if this were the case, cordiality was far more welcome than the bravado so many wore as an armor.

❛❛ After you, Ms. Sandiego. ❜❜ A gesture toward the suggested room, another expected act of chivalry, and soon he followed. Some of the ears she intended to avoid were his, but others belonged to different players. Le Chiffre knew this was the rule in any place crawling with shady figures from rival organizations, and those ears he'd gladly avoid. Kratt followed from a careful distance, far enough to allow discretion, but close enough to act if needed. He was certain she'd noticed the added layer of protection around their conversation. ❛❛ Before anything... was there something on the walls that caught your eye? ❜❜ Deal sweeteners had existed since the age of bartering, who was he to deny such long-standing tradition?

[agentinred]

[ MISDIRECTION ]: the sender points a group of pursuers in the opposite direction to buy the receiver some time to hide. - from my shy RAF pilot Danny

10 PM already. A day marked by the same sort of tiredness that always wore her down to the bone. It had begun with the promise of a bright day, and now it was ending in the bitter taste of ash. Now, the weight in her coat pocket wasn’t just the receiver she had stolen at noon—it was everything. And she was tired. Though…she would never say it aloud. But fatigue had begun to hum in her bones, subtle and constant. And when the footsteps came too close behind her (again!), she almost rolled her eyes in annoyance. Another chase. Another corner. Another blur of rooftops and iron stairs and breath turning white in the cool, winter air.

Except he was there. Unexpected. Unassuming. A man who looked like he might apologize for being in the way. A stranger in the quietest sort of sense. Initially, she had passed him without slowing, didn’t even glance, truth be told. He was background, a blur in her periphery. Merely staffage in a landscape that she did not want to commit to memory. That was until his voice, low and unassuming, reached the men behind her, pointing them elsewhere. Soft words, offered like a warm secret perforating the cold air. And then suddenly her pursuers were gone, boots fading down the wrong alley. It was then that the silence finally returned. She was half a block away when she noticed it. The stillness. Her body registered it before her mind caught up as she stopped beneath the arch of an old storefront, letting her breath steady, and finally looked back. He hadn’t moved, just stood there.  Most men would have followed her gaze by now. Expected acknowledgment for a simple favor, maybe asked for something in return. He did not. He seemed content to disappear back into whatever quiet corner he had come from.

But Carmen was not one to leave puzzles unsolved, and he had just surprised her. She turned, retraced her steps with the kind of slow grace that came only after danger had passed but not completely vanished. Who knew who exactly he was…or if indeed, he had been sent by somebody. A distraction perhaps? Questions abounded. She didn’t approach him to thank him. Instead, her voice cut the air between the first falling flakes of snow, light and amused. “I could’ve done that all night,” she murmured, “Run circles around them until they forgot why they were chasing me.” It wasn’t true. Her calves still ached, her pulse had only just begun to settle, and there was a pinch behind her eyes that came only with sleeplessness.

She studied him then, finally and truly looked. There was something in the way he held STILL…Carmen tilted her head, the corner of her mouth tugging upward. “There’s a place around the corner,” she said, her tone drifting between invitation and challenge as if testing him. “Mulled wine. Maybe too sweet, but poured strongly. The woman who runs it glares at everyone, but at least she warms her cups before pouring.” The wind caught the hem of her coat and a lock of her hair, brushing it across her cheek. She let it stay there. “You look like someone who could use something warm..."

[agentinred]

F I L E : // ＡＧＥＮＴＩＮＲＥＤ : I will never know how you see RED and you will never know how I see it...…AN INDEPENDENT. SELECTIVE. CARMEN SANDIEGO. AS LOVED BY MAR. 25+

[agentinred]

Endless edits of Carmen

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𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 

from this generator.

❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜ ❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ ❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜ ❛ was it you? did you do all this? ❜ ❛ i don’t know how you do this every day… ❜ ❛ that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you’ve just met. ❜ ❛ i’m not sorry. ❜ ❛ i did warn you not to trust me. ❜ ❛ do you remember anything? at all? ❜ ❛ you’re lucky you’re cute. ❜ ❛ why don’t you just kill me? ❜ ❛ did you hurt yourself? ❜ ❛ i could show you the way. ❜ ❛ i don’t feel so good. ❜ ❛ you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. ❜ ❛ don’t go. please. ❜ ❛ you wanna know what your problem is? ❜ ❛ i’m here to drink alone. ❜ ❛ don’t run away from this. ❜ ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ ❛ i didn’t realize you were in so much pain. ❜ ❛ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❜ ❛ you wouldn’t understand. ❜ ❛ we’ve been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy. ❜ ❛ dangerous to be out so late. ❜ ❛ i hope you haven’t been standing out in the cold this whole time. ❜ ❛ i made a mistake. ❜ ❛ am i not good enough? ❜ ❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜ ❛ why did you bring me here? ❜ ❛ aren’t we in a good mood today? ❜ ❛ don’t shut me out. please. ❜ ❛ the storm’s getting worse. ❜ ❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜ ❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜ ❛ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❜ ❛ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❜ ❛ this is the part where you leave. ❜ ❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜ ❛ you stepped on my foot! ❜ ❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ ❛ we’re in completely different leagues. ❜ ❛ how did you find me? ❜ ❛ i don’t need you anymore. ❜ ❛ rough day today? ❜ ❛ snap out of it! ❜ ❛ you look better in my clothes than i do. ❜ ❛ why are you still here? ❜ ❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜ ❛ are you saying you care about me? ❜ ❛ i won’t let anyone hurt you. ❜ ❛ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❜ ❛ well, this is where i live. ❜ ❛ we’re not so different after all. ❜ ❛ how long have i been asleep? ❜ ❛ no more lies, no more secrets. ❜ ❛ can you forgive me? ❜ ❛ i thought you… i saw you get shot. ❜ ❛ why are you really here? ❜ ❛ i wish we never met. ❜ ❛ you look like you need a hug. ❜ ❛ would you run away with me? ❜ ❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜ ❛ we can stop them. i can help you. ❜ ❛ what now? i’m tired. ❜ ❛ i didn’t want you to see me like this. ❜ ❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜ ❛ if you tell me yours, i’ll tell you mine. ❜ ❛ are you threatening me? ❜ ❛ did you ever care about me? ❜ ❛ treat me like the princess that i am! ❜ ❛ i’m not leaving you. ❜ ❛ why did you come? ❜ ❛ i need your help… and you need mine. ❜ ❛ i wish i could hate you. ❜ ❛ i see you don’t recognize me. well, it was a long time ago. ❜ ❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood. ❜ ❛ i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure. ❜ ❛ there’s nothing left for me here. ❜ ❛ that is… literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. ❜ ❛ wait. i’ve heard that sound before. ❜ ❛ just try to hang on. ❜ ❛ so why’s it so important anyway? ❜ ❛ i’ll stay in tonight, thanks. ❜ ❛ we can’t keep going on like this. ❜ ❛ in about a minute, you’ll be sorry you didn’t listen to me. ❜ ❛ is this seat taken? sorry, it’s a bit crowded here. ❜ ❛ you can’t leave me here alone! ❜ ❛ i’ll believe it when i see it. ❜ ❛ why are you laughing? this is a very serious situation. ❜ ❛ i bought two. here. ❜ ❛ i’ve seen you before, walking by. ❜ ❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜ ❛ c'mon. aren’t you worried what might happen if we go? ❜ ❛ walk with me? ❜ ❛ it’s very rude to stare. ❜ ❛ how many times have i told you? you can’t visit me here. ❜ ❛ we can’t fix this. can we? ❜ ❛ are you going to kill me? ❜ ❛ it’s not like you can stop me. ❜ ❛ it’s not safe for people to see us together. ❜ ❛ take me with you. ❜ ❛ some risks are worth taking. ❜ ❛ let them go. take me instead. ❜ ❛ what do you want in exchange for it? ❜ ❛ is being drunk an excuse? ❜ ❛ promise me you won’t overreact. ❜ ❛ how can i possibly trust you? after all you’ve done. ❜ ❛ how long have you been standing there? ❜ ❛ why did you wake me? ❜ ❛ i’m not here to talk about my feelings. ❜ ❛ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ❜ ❛ for some reason, i’m attracted to you. ❜ ❛ promise me? ❜ ❛ it’s nothing, i’m just tired. ❜ ❛ i feel safe with you. ❜ ❛ i don’t need your help. ❜ ❛ i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. ❜ ❛ no way, i’m not doing that. ❜ ❛ i do care. ❜ ❛ you snore in your sleep. it’s adorable. ❜ ❛ i have a spare bed. ❜ ❛ you’re very kind. some day it’ll get you killed. ❜ ❛ you’ll always have a home with me. ❜ ❛ of course i care. you’re my family. ❜ ❛ you shouldn’t insult people that are bigger than you. ❜ ❛ i never wanted to hurt you. ❜ ❛ i swear it wasn’t me. ❜ ❛ we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. ❜ ❛ did you miss me? ❜ ❛ this isn’t just about you. it’s about what’s best for all of us. ❜ ❛ you can never admit when you’re wrong! ❜ ❛ is this what you wanted? ❜ ❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜ ❛ sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. ❜ ❛ the only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❜ ❛ i’m still learning. ❜ ❛ if you have something to say, spit it out. ❜ ❛ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ❜ ❛ i’m on your side. ❜ ❛ i risked my life for you! ❜ ❛ whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no. ❜ ❛ you can stay with me. ❜ ❛ i just need time. ❜ ❛ please don’t do this, don’t act like you care. ❜ ❛ who the hell invited you? ❜ ❛ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ❜ ❛ i just wanted to say i’m sorry. ❜ ❛ think of it as a compliment. ❜ ❛ do you ever stop being so serious and dull? ❜ ❛ it’s rare to see your kind around here. ❜ ❛ you remember me. that’s good. ❜ ❛ you’re a terrible flirt you know. ❜ ❛ are you kidding me? we’re not ‘fine’! ❜ ❛ right now i wish i was dead. ❜ ❛ i guess i should’ve told you. ❜ ❛ you’re not alone. i’m here. ❜ ❛ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ❜ ❛ knowledge is power. ❜ ❛ you scared me. ❜ ❛ well, what’s so strange about that? ❜ ❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜ ❛ i want to be there when you get what’s coming to you. ❜ ❛ just who do you think you are? ❜ ❛ you look… amazing. ❜ ❛ we’re safe, aren’t we? ❜ ❛ you know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again. ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. get away from me. ❜ ❛ i thought you’d like this. ❜ ❛ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❜ ❛ what’s that smug look for? you think you can do any better? ❜ ❛ who did you piss off this time? ❜ ❛ you should’ve thought about that before you got into a fight. ❜ ❛ i only wanted to help. ❜ ❛ you knew and you didn’t tell me? ❜ ❛ you don’t scare me. ❜ ❛ wow, look who remembered my existence. ❜ ❛ change isn’t easy. ❜ ❛ why did you help me? ❜ ❛ why do you hate me? ❜ ❛ i can’t even trust myself anymore. ❜ ❛ i was making sure you weren’t dead, since you never called. ❜ ❛ you look awful. what happened? ❜ ❛ are you here to kill me? ❜ ❛ you know you aren’t allowed in here, right? ❜ ❛ was that a friend of yours? ❜ ❛ two years later and you haven’t changed. ❜ ❛ you look like you just saw a ghost. ❜ ❛ nobody tells me what to do. ❜ ❛ you’re too scared to do it, aren’t you? ❜ ❛ come on. it can’t be that bad. ❜ ❛ i hope to repay your kindness someday. ❜ ❛ just let me do this for you. ❜ ❛ why were they coming after you? ❜ ❛ how many people have you killed? how many? ❜ ❛ how much do you value your life? ❜ ❛ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❜ ❛ don’t lie to me. ❜ ❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this. ❜ ❛ have a drink with me. ❜

[agentinred]

∗ 42﹕ sender barges into receiver’s home unannounced . / dan

Familiar, faint blue specks of dawn barely touching the edges of the sky speckled her view from the window. Simultaneously, a coffee cup warmed her hands, a relatively small comfort against the unrest that never quite left her. The house was silent except for the soft creak of the floorboards. Then, a sudden SLAM of the door shattered said fragile calm. She practically jumped in her seat, heart tightening. Strange. For a split second, her mind raced. Was it Suhara? Her father figure? After all, he was (more often than not) the man who often appeared in her darkest hours bearing heavy burdens no one else dared speak aloud…because isn’t that always how the late-night/early-morning news comes? Cold, unwanted, dragging heavy shadows in its wake.

She set down the coffee with a deliberate calm, though her pulse still hummed in her ears. Rising, she moved toward the door, wary but steady. “Who’s there?” Her voice was firm, but threaded with that quiet edge of hope and dread. It was the same kind that waits for bad news but clings to the possibility that it is something else. When the figure stepped into the dim light, recognition softened the tension. “Well,” she said, a trace of wry amusement curling her lips, “you certainly know how to make an entrance.” She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Tonight was supposed to be quiet. No one here. So, tell me, what brings you crashing through my door like a tiger leaping out of the dark? And why now? Couldn’t it have waited until I the sun was fully awake?”

[agentinred]

[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?

[Shepard]: Sarcasm? I prefer ‘strategic emphasis’ [Shepard]: Keeps the enemy guessing and the allies alert [Shepard]: SO, what’s your next move, Agent?

[agentinred]

[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing? — benny

[Exhibit B] : funny. Currently? Something impractical. [Exhibit B] : Red silk. Gold clasp. Possibly stolen... [Exhibit B] : Definitely dramatic [Exhibit B] : You’d approve, I think

[agentinred]

“  i thought you left.  ” ;*

She had opened her eyes slowly, just as morning began to make its way through the thin fabric of the curtains. That kind of morning light, golden and unsure of itself, that softened even the hardest corners of a room. And in that half-awake state, where dreams still clung to the corners of her eyes, his voice had sounded like something remembered more than heard. The truth was she hadn’t meant to stay. Not really. Her coat was still draped neatly over the back of a chair, her boots placed with quiet precision by the door. All of them small signs of a woman who ALWAYS planned her exits. Everything about her had been arranged for departure. And yet…

There was something in her bones, perhaps a type of wisdom older than reason (or really just simple exhaustion), that had whispered to her in the night: You will be safe here. Not forever. Maybe not even for long. Perhaps she simply knew that ‘war’ in all its various forms, was outside these walls. That it lived in the noise, in the letters unopened and the names unspoken. And he, this man with his quiet edges and haunted silences, might be able to hold it at bay.

“I almost did,” she finally murmured, her voice caught somewhere between a confession and a yawn, like something she might only say in the soft honesty of morning. As if things said during this time were simple words without much meaning. “But the floor was cold, and the bed was warm. My feet betrayed me.” That, at least, was what she would let him believe. Because some truths, if spoken aloud, may come to lose their meaning. He hadn’t asked her to stay…and maybe that was precisely why she had.

morning after starters / @sovietstrings

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∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . (for her girl <3)

The world was quiet in the only way it could be after some prolonged devastation. Smoke seemed to rise from unknown sources in soft spirals, the scene of gunpowder and something burning clung to the air.  In the middle of it all, Carmen lay back on some ruined pavement, every inch of her body aching. Her muscles whispered complaints, ribs pulsing like they had been forged too tightly around that heart of hers that never stopped beating. The sky above them had begun to turn that sort of murky, lavender-gray just before dawn, when even the stars seemed tired of shining resplendently through the entirety of night. She could feel her pulse stuttering against her ribs, but the worst of it, whatever it had been this time, was over.

She didn’t flinch when Sam reached over, not even when fingers touched the side of her face, still sticky with sweat and soot. Just the softest brush, the tips of two fingers brushing that grime-streaked edge of her face. There was something absurdly gentle about it. As if they weren’t on scorched concrete but somewhere far away, in a quiet kitchen. Carmen let out a soft, slow exhale, her breath catching as if waiting for permission. Those dark eyes of hers, half-lidded, found Sam’s face, not quite searching, not questioning…just…seeing.

Smiling, she felt the skin at the corner of her mouth crack, dry and tender from wind and blood and whatever else had carved itself into the day. It hurt, but she didn’t stop. “You’re unbelievable,” was all she could muster, “All that chaos, all that noise, and you still find time to do THAT…like there’s not a crater twenty feet from us.” She let out something between a laugh and a sigh, laced with an equal amount of amusement and disbelief.

[agentinred]

[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.

she doesn't respond right away, responding 2-3 days later

[ bonbon] I didn’t forget what you said. [ bonbon] I just didn’t know how to answer. [ bonbon] Still don’t. But I haven’t stopped thinking about it. [ bonbon] You mean more than I planned for. [ bonbon] Come open your door.

[agentinred]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .    (  a  collection  of  texting prompts.  feel free to change phrasing.  potentially mature content within.  )

[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?

[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go?

[ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.

[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself.

[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] : i can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?

[ TXT ] : i really need someone right now.

[ TXT ] : we need to make plans asap.

[ TXT ] : have you seen the news?

[ TXT ] : you were blackout drunk.

[ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...

[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches?

[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] : did you forget we had plans?

[ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on.

[ TXT ] : meet me at [ location ], it's important.

[ TXT ] : do you need comfort, to vent, or a solution?

[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?

[ TXT ] : call me. please, it's important.

[ TXT ] : i can't sleep.

[ TXT ] : have you eaten today?

[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.

[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile.

[ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night.

[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back.

[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing?

[ TXT ] : just say the word and i'll drop everything.

[ TXT ] : do you seriously not remember?

[ TXT ] : come to the front door.

[ TXT ] : have you been drinking?

[ TXT ] : how do you feel after last night?

[ TXT ] : are you up? please be up.

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today.

[ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.

[ TXT ] : no one's heard from you. are you okay?

[ TXT ] : who is this?

[ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] : thought i'd reach out and see how you're doing.

[ TXT ] : i miss the taste of your lips.

[ TXT ] : that kiss was really nice.

[ TXT ] : stop acting so high and mighty.

[ TXT ] : i left my [ item ] at your place.

[ TXT ] : are we still fighting?

[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.

[ TXT ] : are you thinking about me too?

[ TXT ] : call me, i wanna hear your voice.

[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to you.

[ TXT ] : what do you have to lose?

[ TXT ] : you don't have to ask, i'm already on my way.

[ TXT ] : i want to take a nap on you.

[ TXT ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer.

[ TXT ] : what's my name in your phone?

[ TXT ] : how's trying to forget about me going?

[ TXT ] : i have nobody else to ask.

[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??

[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number.

[ TXT ] : good morning! you up yet?

[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?

[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] : you need MY help?

[ TXT ] : stop texting me.

[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.

[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

[ TXT ] : when will i see you again?

[ TXT ] : if you come over, i'll order us a pizza.

[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about it?

[ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here?

[ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body?

[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately.

[ TXT ] : forgiving and forgetting is harder than it sounds.

[ TXT ] : i want your legs wrapped around my head.

[ TXT ] : call me when you wake up.

[ TXT ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?

[ TXT ] : i'm out of town right now.

[agentinred]

right place, right time prompts.

so i got watching a ton of new tv shows lately, and it occurred to me that actually i do love it when characters are unexpectedly saved by someone who just happened to be exactly in the right place at precisely the correct moment, yk? and i failed to think of the right name, so the title of this list is entirely thanks to a very dear friend of mine who informed me! so here's a list, i hope you guys love it, DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST OR EDIT IT!!! i like to edit them over time as new ideas come to me.

[ ALIBI ]: the sender provides a false alibi to protect the receiver from legal issues.

[ HAND ]: the sender suddenly arrives to grab the receiver's hand before they fall to their death

[ CAR ]: the sender arrives on scene as the impromptu getaway driver for the receiver (who hadn't been expecting it).

[ FATAL ]: the sender unwittingly arrives on scene when the receiver is being attacked, and to protect the receiver, they kill the assailant.

[ DISTRACT ]: the sender provides a diversion so the receiver can escape a dangerous situation.

[ OUT COLD ]: the sender knocks out an assailant before they can seriously wound the receiver.

[ DUNNO ]: the sender lies about the location of the receiver in order to protect them from pursuers.

[ FAKE ]: the sender, in a situation where they're forced to kill the receiver, only pretends to kill the receiver and takes their "dead" body away in the car.

[ SACRIFICE]: the sender sacrifices their life to ensure the receiver's survival.

[ BACK-UP ]: the sender arrives just in time to help the receiver in a fight.

[ EXCUSES ]: the sender provides an excuse for the receiver to stay at an event where they shouldn't be.

[ HIDDEN ]: the sender hides the receiver from pursuers.

[ SHELTER ]: the sender finds the unconscious receiver and brings them to a safe place.

[ HERO ]: the sender tackles the receiver out of the way of an attack.

[ RUN! ]: the sender tackles the attacker so the receiver can make a safe get-away.

[ FIGHT ]: the sender fights off the assailants so the receiver can flee to safety.

[ INTERCEPT ]: the sender unexpectedly emerges and stands between the receiver and a threat.

[ MISDIRECTION ]: the sender points a group of pursuers in the opposite direction to buy the receiver some time to hide.

[ SANCTUARY ]: the sender opens the door when the receiver knocks in search of help, and brings them into their home.

[ REPUTATION ]: the sender, being somewhat infamous in the area, arrives when the receiver is being hassled, causing the assailants to flee rather than risk the consequences of crossing them.

[ RECOGNIZE ]: the sender pretends to know the receiver in order to help them avoid unwanted attention.

[ AFAR ]: the sender incapacitates, distracts or kills an assailant from a distance to protect the receiver.

[ FRIENDS ]: the sender, unable to attend directly, sends friends over to protect the receiver when they encounter a threat.

[ NEGOTIATE ]: the sender intervenes in a tense situation and manages to smoothly persuade a potential threat to leave the receiver alone.

[ BRIBE ]: the sender gives a threat a significant amount of money to leave the receiver alone.

[ ANNOUNCE ]: the sender issues a declaration that the receiver is under their protection, assuring all potential attackers that any attempts will result in a brutal retaliation from them.

VERBAL PROMPTS:

" they're with me. "

" i was with them all night. "

" hey! these guys bothering you? "

" i wouldn't do that if i were you. "

" you must've really pissed those guys off, huh? "

" follow my lead... "

" don't worry. you're safe here. i won't let anyone hurt you. "

" you're lucky i found you when i did; those people were right down the street. "

" get in the car! now! "

" i'm gonna buy you as much time as i possibly can. make it count, okay? get out of here. now! "

" you can come out now. they're long gone. "

" nobody's going to hurt you like that again. "

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Endless edits of Carmen

[agentinred]

52﹕ sender  takes  a  / bullet   meant  for  receiver . - also from Ben 8)

It happened TOO quickly for the moment to belong to the real world. The sound, a CRACK of violence in the air, echoed like thunder—in a not too dissimilar and unforgiving way. And for ONE aching second, Carmen Sandiego did not move. She had lived most of her life like this: suspended between instinct and decision. Eyes sharp, heart quieter than it should be. In all her years she had become accustomed to brushing past affection. Leanring, more than anything,  to collect such moments like pressed flowers: delicate, beautiful, already dead. BUT that was before Benjamin Callahan. Before his ‘foolish’ heart stepped between her and a bullet with her name on it.

She had always thought herself unbreakable in these sorts of matters. Too clever, too fleeting. Her ‘love stories’ (if there were any to be had at all) were meant to be footnotes, not chapters. No one really stayed toon long as to take root. That was the rule, a law she obeyed more than any other. Now she had seen the way Ben’s body had jerked, a marionette with its strings cut. And then he had crumpled to the floor with a gracelessness he likely would have hated, his blood blooming out like a velvet spill across her plans, her silence, her 'carefully' drawn borders.

Throwing herself down beside him, her knees slammed into the earth. The sound of the world became irrelevant—there was only his face, flushed with pain, and the weight of him beneath her hands. She pressed one palm against the wound, and the other cradled the back of his neck, drawing him closer to her chest as though by sheer proximity she could keep him tethered to breath. “Ben, mírame. Just look at me,” she whispered, voice steady though everything inside her trembled. “Don’t close your eyes. Don’t you dare, cariño.” He coughed, or at least that’s how she remembered it,  a sound wet and cruel, and she saw the edge of something dangerous in his eyes, not death yet, not quite, but perhaps the threat of surrender? She leaned over him, shielding him with her body, not caring about anything else amidst the chaos. Let them aim again. Let them try. She would tear the sky open with her teeth if it meant keeping him alive.

“I told you not to do anything stupid…” she murmured, pushing hair from his damp forehead.

[agentinred]

[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back. — benny

[ TXT – Drama Connoisir] threats? how romantic 🙄 [ TXT – Drama Connoisir ] was silence not /mysterious/ enough for you? [ TXT – Drama Connoisir ] i was in the middle of a very elegant brooding session [ TXT – Drama Connoisir ] but FINE, i’ll indulge you [ TXT – Drama Connoisir ] say something clever OR i’m ghosting again 👻