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ATTENTION!!! i’m moving felix over to my new multi-muse !! follow there if you want this jazz-loving texan spy back in your life…

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ATTENTION!!! i’m moving felix over to my new multi-muse !! follow there if you want this jazz-loving texan spy back in your life…

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ATTENTION!!! i’m moving felix over to my new multi-muse !! follow there if you want this jazz-loving texan spy back in your life…

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ATTENTION!!! i’m moving felix over to my new multi-muse !! follow there if you want this jazz-loving texan spy back in your life...

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( vesvolk )

STUBBORN.   a relatable quality ,   one that she can hardly fault the man.  it’s hard to imagine herself in such a position ,  after all ,  maimed  &  perceived as not whole.  not that evelyn sees him in so unflattering a light ,  of course   —   no ,  awful can be used to describe the woman rather accurately ,  but not in this particular case ,  nor any like it.   she’s sympathetic ,  but knows better than to spend her pity here.  they’re both uncomfortable enough without it ,   in this arrangement that she can only assume to be some kind of PUNISHMENT.   she’ll take it in stride.  show the big men that they can’t break her ,  that they don’t own her  (  even if they do  ).

‘      opening the case may be a good first step ,      ’      she suggests.   it’s not unkind ,  nor is it sardonic.  a playful tone almost ,  patient.  &  it’s rare for her to not start off an interaction without scorn ,  but truth be told ,  this reminds her of HOME.  old men in long coats huddled in their living room ,  furniture moved aside for the wheelchairs ,  her mother’s cooking warming the whole house ,   all sorts of sounds being caressed from the instruments they held.  only felix leiter isn’t old.      ‘      unless you want me to do it.      ’      but then men can be so particular about who touches their instruments.

                                                                                         HER VOICE DRAGS HIM back into the room - it’s a pity, he was just imagining himself mid-FLIGHT to anywhere in hell or heaven that’s not here - and he swings his head around with no grace & a heavy sigh. He studies her for a moment ( a CIA goon, probably been fed something about how he’s on the way out, how he did them a service but wasn’t smart, his foolhardy commitment to the job cost him an arm and a leg, he’s hit his peak, there’s nothing left he can offer, so give him a little pick me up & usher him out the door ) and then leans forward, not taking his eyes from hers - his stare DARES her to comment on how he’s doing it one handed - as he flips the case locks open and flings back the lid. 

     Inside lies a trumpet - brass glinting & pristine since he hadn’t played it in God knows how long - but he doesn’t pick it up. He feels like he’s entitled to be an asshole so guess what? Slumping back in his seat, he gestures widely with his good arm ( the bad one sitting close to his body, as if he’s afraid to move it, though to be completely honest, he HATES it, loathes it, doesn’t want to see it moving & realize that it’s his own mind controlling it ). 

     ‘There.’    He sounds empty, hollow. He doesn’t recognize his own voice. He doesn’t even have the drawl to fall back on - that must have forsaken him, too.  ‘It’s open.’   And now he wonders why they think this will help - how in the hell is she supposed to help him? So he blurts out:   ‘We don’t have to do this, y’know. We could just say that we did, get ‘em to sign off on me, and not even worry about it.’

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           when u see ur bro pop up out of the ether u gotta make an appearance u kno?? @viewtokill

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lagaudiiere:

la gaudiére      —        n.     the   glint   of goodness   inside  people,  which you  can  only find  by   sloshing   them    back & forth    in  your  mind  until everything   dark   & gray   &  common   falls away,  leaving  behind  a constellation  at  the  bottom   of the pan   —   a  rare element  trapped in  exposed bedrock,  washed  there  by  a  storm  somewhere  upstream.

   ( Independent, private, & highly selective multi muse. Featuring muses from Star Wars, Harry Potter, Supernatural, Doctor Who, A Song of Ice & Fire, The Hunger Games, Arrow, The 100, Disney, & more. )

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current blog roll call

thiefsluck || nathan drake || naughty dog’s uncharted series || active weighingsouls || ana amari || blizzard’s overwatch || active leitcr || felix leiter || ian fleming’s 007 novels || low-activity ghostwritings || mara peterson || espionage oc || low-activity

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me, catching up w/ ti.meless & ian fleming shows up: M Y BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII 

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you: but it's canon!

me, an intellectual: no

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richard siken sentence starters.

quotes are all taken from various poems out of richard siken’s poetry book crush.  feel free to change pronouns/etc if needed.

❝  tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.  ❞

❝  tell me we’ll never get used to it.  ❞

❝  there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.  ❞

❝  i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.  ❞

❝  i want it back now, baby. i want it back.  ❞

❝  i’m sorry. we know how it works. the world is no longer mysterious.  ❞

❝  that’s a nice touch.  ❞

❝  i like him and i want to be like him.  ❞

❝  i’m sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart.  ❞

❝  history repeats itself.  ❞

❝  there are many names in history, but none of them are ours.  ❞

❝  you could drown in those eyes.  ❞

❝  but damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.  ❞

❝  sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.  ❞

❝  i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.  ❞

❝  you wanted happiness, i can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.  ❞

❝  there is no way to make this story interesting.  ❞

❝  i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that i ran out into the street to prove something.  ❞

❝  tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more.  ❞

❝  you will be alone always and then you will die.  ❞

❝  i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.  ❞

❝  who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down.  ❞

❝  i take it back.  ❞

❝  here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.  ❞

❝  you still get to be the hero.  ❞

❝  what more do you want?  ❞

❝  love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying.  ❞

❝  no one will ever want to sleep with you.  ❞

❝  you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things i want to ask you.  ❞

❝  you had not expected this.  ❞

❝  walk a mile in my shoes.  ❞

❝  a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river.  ❞

❝  you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.  ❞

❝  hush, my sweet. these tornadoes are for you.  ❞

❝  that sounds overly valorous.  ❞

❝  do you love yourself?  ❞

❝  i don’t have to answer that.  ❞

❝  you wanted more.  ❞

❝  i had a dream about you.  ❞

❝  there’s nowhere to go. there’s nowhere to go.  ❞

❝  in these dreams it’s always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge.  ❞

❝  will you love me even more when i’m dead?  ❞

❝  you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.  ❞

❝  i swallowed crushed ice pretending it was glass and you’re dead.  ❞

❝  i don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back.  ❞

❝  you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that. i had a dream where you said that. thanks for saying that. you weren’t supposed to.  ❞

❝  hello darling, welcome home.  ❞

❝  please keep him safe.  ❞

❝  i just don’t want to die anymore.  ❞

❝  you want to die for love, you always have.  ❞

❝  you didn’t think you’d feel this way.  ❞

❝  you saved my life. i owe you, i owe you everything.  ❞

❝  please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up.  ❞

❝  you’re all i ever wanted and worth dying for, too.  ❞

❝  drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. ______, make something happen.  ❞

❝  we are not dirty.  ❞

❝  you keep singing along to that song i hate. stop singing.  ❞

❝  here is the sink to wash away the blood.  ❞

❝  this is not harmless. you are not breathing.  ❞

❝  i will come back from the dead for you.  ❞

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( sunshcned )

❝  we  got  a  lead  !  ❞  &&.  words  that  fly  out  of  her  mouth  faster  than  she  could  articulate  leave  her  as she  gathers  her  things.  ———  badge  ,  gun  ,  notebook  ,  pen  it’s  all  pulled  into  a  messy  stack  that  she bundles  together  ,  her  movements  quick.

❝  c’mon  !  ———  ❞  &&.  she’s  looking  back  ,  stalling  her  actions  now  like  her  energy  was  weaning  from her  as  her  movements  stilled  themselves  ,  sea-foam  eyes  now  locking  with  the  man’s  ,  bright  &&.  hopeful. 

                                      HE LAUGHS, the sound almost tripping out of lips as he quickly pulls the steaming paper cup away - he’s sure if he had kept it in place, he’d have made a mess. It’s amusing, the way she JUMPS about from one thing to the next; he can’t imagine how difficult it must be to keep up all the time. He’s having trouble and he’s just stopped by for a visit.

     ‘Hold up, hold up ----- you seem to forget I’m not ON whatever the hell case you’re talking about,’   he replies wryly, then takes another sip of coffee.   ‘’M just passin’ through. But, GO, go, far be it from me to stand in the way of good detective work.’

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r USHES in for justice w ITH COFFEE

                  ‘ANYONE EVER TELL you you’re a bonafide angel?’

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;) glad to see you have come to see reason

                     actually that was what we in the business like to call sarcasm