#&(edgar longshadow)

[hvbris]

@multipleoccupancy . sorry Edgar 🤷‍♀️

Ah.

Isaac looked at the man standing in front of him, mechanically handing him his hand to shake. "Mr. Longshadow, is that right? We met briefly last time." Edgar Longshadow. The man who had shot his ship, 15 years ago. How he had found his way back to the Miller girls, Isaac didn't know. But he did not like it.

Isaac had admittedly developed a sort of possessiveness towards the girls. They had been his most successful experiment, after all. And this man could have ruined it all for him. He would not let him try that again.

"I don't see Mrs. Miller with you today, should I assume you have come as a patient?"

His tone was cold but polite, and he gestured for Mr. Longshadow to walk into his office. It was, in the end, somewhat of an interesting opportunity. The chance to make sure he would be out of the picture for good.

[imprvdente]

@multipleoccupancy sent: [COMMON ENEMY] Muse A and Muse B are from two different agencies and get assigned the same target. --- Edgar and FBI Fish >.> from: 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍/𝐒𝐏𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

"You have got to be kidding me."

Fish's tone couldn't have been less cordial. She gauged the man in front of her, eyebrows knitted together. "And what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the park, feeding ducks?"

She took an annoyed sip from her glass, scanning the room quickly. It was a very select party, the fancy kind she usually wouldn't be invited to. But this was work, and she was undercover, posing as a rich heiress. She supposed Edgar had good reasons to be here, being (on the surface at least) a diplomat and all. But still, how annoying! She still remembered their last encounter, and it hadn't exactly gone smoothingly.

"Don't mess this up for me this time," she warned between her teeth, "I'm working."

[imjustanauthor]

@multipleoccupancy (@ Edgar, fom Mulder)

Despite appearances, Mulder was actually a rather well-connected man. There were a good number of important people that he could easily get in contact with via his time spent at Oxford University, and his father's name was also a good way of opening doors within certain circles. When it came to accessing the British Embassy, both of those connections had come into play.

He'd never met Edgar Longshadow before. Truth be told, he'd never even heard his name. That wasn't unusual, mind you - of all the things that Mulder had a habit of hyperfixating on, the identities of foreign diplomats were not one of them. From what he'd been able to gather from his quick conversation with the lady at reception on his way in, the guy was supposed to be the no-nonsense type. Maybe that'd affect his chance of leaving with what he wanted but, either way, Mulder didn't plan on deviating from his usual tactics.

Having been shown into the other man's office, the first thing he did was pull out his FBi badge. "Special Agent Fox Mulder," he stated as way of introduction. "I've been told you can help me access information on a British citizen that's vanished from Rachel, Nevada?"

What Mulder didn't mention just yet was that the aforementioned location was the closest town to Area 51, and that he was certain the person in question had been abducted by either the US Government or, more likely, extraterrestrials.

[multipleoccupancy]

Your muse as a cupcake

Killian Briante, Edgar Longshadow and Sylvester

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Tagging YOU!! Give us the CAKES!

[governmentofficial]

“Some people can handle the pressure, others fall by the wayside.” - from Edgar? 👀

Spy Sentences, Vol. 3

"And which type of person do you believe that you are, Mr Longshadow?"

An answer wasn't needed. Mycroft already knew. Even if he wasn't aware of the activities of the nation's various diplomates, he could see everything he needed to when he looked at the other man. There was a lifetime of service written across his face. Edgar Longshadow was a man that had seen things that he would rather forget, that much was clear.

Despite that, he kept going - and he kept going with a clever efficiency that could not be argued with. He could handle the pressure. If that weren't the case, then he would be long retired.

And, of course, Mycroft assumed that the other man knew that he too was the kind of man that didn't crack. They trod in similar circles; one where his reputation preceded him. There was no need to reiterate the obvious.

"Unless you are about to make a surprise announcement regarding your plans to continue with the diplomatic service, I assume this conversation is due to lead into a conversation about some potential trouble that you believe I should be giving my attention?"

[imprvdente]

"I'm scared… I don't know if either or both of us can get out of this." - Edgar once they're a bit more settled in 13

Fish was scared, too. Not that she wasn't used to the feeling. Fear had been like a shadow, for the past 5 years. Always following her, everywhere she went. Of course, it had followed her to 13, too. But this was different, now. Less of a warning, more of a... certainty.

President Snow wanted her dead.

She was pacing around the room in a storm of blue hair. The charming mask of the Mermaid from District 4 was gone: her eyebrows were knitted together, her hands clenched into fists.

"I can't," she finally said, settling down on a grey, metallic chair (everything was grey here). "I'm stuck. I can't stay here, I can't go back to the Capitol-" unless she killed Edgar, "and I can't go home."

She was being selfish. He'd saved her life, and she was throwing a temper tantrum. Lips pursed, she looked at her feet. "You could leave. You could find a way out."

[hvbris]

@multipleoccupancy . 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

Now that it was just the two of them in the car, a long silence had settled. It wasn't too awkward, probably because they were both enjoying this quiet moment without Ignatius' endless babbling.

Cassandra wasn't even sure what to say, anyway. In a single day, her entire life had been turned upside down. She could feel the edges of her mind, bending under the pressure, and yet she was strangely calm. It was a coping mechanism, probably. Anything to avoid thinking about the waves of emotions, threatening to break the dam and flood her.

Almost instinctively, her brain had started gluing pieces together, trying to make sense of her evening. So she wouldn't go crazy, probably. She kept repeating to herself that it was just one instance, one strange thing. That perhaps, if she thought about it hard enough, she'd find a logical explanation. The world was logical, the world had to be logical.

She kept blinking too fast; as if to brush away the images etched into her cornea. The distorted silhouette floating above ground, pieces of flesh turning to ash and dust before her.

And then, of course, she'd made a fool of herself. Shooting the dead thing like a crazy person. After all her talk and efforts to save the woman trapped in there. Ironic.

"Sorry I punched you," she finally exhaled, and the words almost sounded like a sigh. They resonated weirdly in the car, and for a minute she regretted breaking the silence.

"You were just trying to help."

[hvbris]

@multipleoccupancy sent: “we can sleep in shifts. i’ll take the first watch” — A displeased and angry Edgar from: 「   RP MEME :    ONLY ONE BED .   」

"The first watch?" repeated Cassandra with a smile, "this is a motel room Edgar, not a war zone."

She was already putting her bag on the room's old cabinet. After such a long day on the road, she really just wanted to sleep. Ignatius was behind this little setup, of course. It seemed to be his idea of a joke. But now, it was too late in the night to change rooms.

Obviously, she wasn't too happy about the situation either. The idea of sleeping in the same bed as Edgar was definitely a little bit odd, and she wasn't sure she wanted to discover whether he was a boxer or a pajama man. It would kind of ruin the mystery, right? He was such a stern man.

But she also didn't want him sleeping on the uncomfortable chair by the (shitty) TV, let alone have them take shifts throughout the night! Last time, he had slept uncomfortably on the chair, and if Cassandra had enjoyed having the whole bed to herself, she still felt guilty about it.

"I assure you Bigfoot won't try and attack us tonight," she said, trying to lighten up the mood. "We're both adults, we can sleep in the same bed. You've driven all day, Edgar, you need a proper rest." She would have happily helped him drive, but no one was allowed to drive his car.

[imprvdente]

@multipleoccupancy . 😈

"I was not expecting any visitors, that is really embarassing."

Fish Lecter spoke as if this was her house and she had been interrupted in the middle of a mundane task, shaking her head in pretend discomfiture. At her feet lay the grotesque tableau she had been carefully preparing, and a sea of blood.

"You're interrupting me in the middle of dinner, Edgar," she almost scolded. Her voice was calm, and she even offered the man a lovely smile. But there was nothing charming about Special Agent Lecter anymore. She had shed her skin of normalcy, the veneer cracked just enough to reveal the BEAST underneath.

"Now, what are we going to do about that?"

[hvbris]

@multipleoccupancy . Edgar gets hacked 💻

Elliot was already on edge. When was he not, really? Paranoid about tall men in suits, following him as he jumped from subway car to subway car. Like a game of tag he never seemed to win. After another glimpse behind his shoulder, the hood of his sweatshirt falling right above the line of his eyebrows, he approached his building's door. No one. Right? You'd tell me, if you saw someone, wouldn't you? He climbed the stairs, walked the corridor that led to his flat, and unlocked the door. A routine, a script. A set of motions I know by heart, that always leads to the same result.

Not this time.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Are you seeing him, too? Or am I hallucinating again?

There was a man sitting by his desk. No, not just a man. A shadow, really. Edgar Longshadow. A name that leads to nothing. No one, an illusion. So is he an illusion now, too? Am I dreaming? He looks real.

Elliot stood still by the door, frozen in a silent torpor, his eyes planted on the man. He was frowning, trying to figure out what the fuck was happening. Had he been caught? I shouldn't have hacked this guy, is that it? He's not just a shadow. People with secrets never hide good things.

"What the hell are you doing in my apartment?"

[hvbris]

65 for Edgar and any of yours that would match it XD

In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song. 65 - SNAP . Rosa Linn

"I can't turn my head off, wishing these memories would fade. They never do."

Cassandra sat down on the porch's stairs, next to Edgar. She handed him a cup of hot tea with a smile. He was always outside, watching her. President's orders. But she enjoyed his company, despite it all.

"It's why I can't sleep well," she explained. The nightmares. The arena. The Capitol Lab. So many images she could never truly shake off. Her palms covered in blood, Mina's screams, the blinding neon lights, the endless corridors, the monsters in the shadows...

Stretching her arms, she looked at the sky, at the sun slowly rising on the horizon. District 3 was not very picturesque, with tall buildings rising up as far as the eyes could see. And yet, it looked beautiful to her. Perhaps because this was home, or perhaps because she was in good company.

"But I don't mind it too much. Like that, I can watch the sunrise with you."

[hvbris]

Edgar had spent some time observing Cassandra’s wardrobe. He could see she had a large collection of dresses, lots of them that he had no real recollection of seeing her in save for the Casino. He was not too familiar with dressmakers of course but he certainly knew bespoke and top designers. So he worked out her favourites, her colours her length and cut and had a dress made for her. This one naturally had a little twist to it as built into the dress was a garter holster to a specific gun, which was naturally wrapped in a separate present for her under the tree. Small caliber light gun but he was sure likely appropriated all the same. She would have to wait for her birthday for a BIG gun.

He had not forgotten Mina either, a medium sized Bigfoot teddy and some night vision binoculars.

All the gifts were left wrapped under the tree for them both to find in the morning, he was of course never sure where he might be on Christmas but this year it appeared he was lucky and had every chance to see how his gifts landed.

𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑 & 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 & 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀 @multipleoccupancy

Christmas was sacred, in the Miller household. It had all started as a very conscious effort on Cassandra's part, to make sure that her little sister didn't feel the loss of their parents too much come Christmas morning. But as years passed and grief faded, the traditions stuck. They did the whole thing religiously: a fancy and decadent dinner, Christmas music blasting in the living room, and of course, a mountain of presents stacked under the huge Christmas tree.

Cassandra was so happy she got to share all this with Edgar this year. She felt giddy like a kid as they woke up and got out of bed. Mina was already waiting for them in the living room when they walked down to open the presents, but then again she only woke up early on Christmas day.

They had agreed on exchanging presents, but she still hadn't expected Edgar to get her something quite so perfect. The dress was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. She was speechless for a moment, holding the dress and the matching gun, unsure which she loved more. She settled on a tie and threw herself in Edgar's arms to kiss him.

"Thank you," she exhaled softly, before pressing another kiss against his lips.

Mina was pretty excited about the gifts he had gotten her too, and with the binoculars already around her neck, she was busy finding a name for her Bigfoot stuffed animal. After deciding to name him "Theodore Roosevelt" for reasons it was probably best not to ask, she thanked Edgar and shoved a gift in his hand with a big smile.

"Because you liked mine so much," she teased, as the wrapping paper contained a Loch Ness Monster T-shirt. The design was more elegant than the touristy and kitschy thing she had landed him a few months ago. With the t-shirt, a matching Nessie keychain.

Cassandra couldn't help but smile, in fact, she was smiling so much her cheeks were starting to hurt, but she didn't care. Seeing Edgar and Mina getting along so well, feeling like this was their little family, she was sure her heart could explode from happiness any minute.

Finally, she handed him his gifts. The first was a beautiful leather-bound photo album, filled with pictures of them, most of them from their little trip to Belize. In a little velvet box, there were silver cufflinks. And finally, in a third box, a gun, with Edgar's initials, E.L., engraved on it. She blushed, slightly amused and emotional to see that they both had similar ideas for Christmas gifts.

[imprvdente]

Also Edgar, the complete good-guy psycho

from: are you fish's type? status: accepting (even if we don't have a ship!) @multipleoccupancy

Fish blinked at the bingo sheet for a moment, unable to control the blushing of her cheeks. She still had a playful grin on her lips when she looked up.

"I knew I liked you for a reason, fine wine," she mused mischievously, ignoring as best she could the fact that her heart was doing jumping jacks in her chest.

[hvbris]

From Edgar, of course xx

from: 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂'𝐒 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄? status: accepting! (we don't need to have a ship) @multipleoccupancy

"I'm afraid the only thing I am interested in when it comes to you, Mr. Longshadow, is inflicting you as much pain as possible. While you do pique my curiosity, I'll have to settle for a post-mortem dissection."

[multipleoccupancy]

WHICH TAROT CARD ARE YOU?

Edgar Longshadow: Strength

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Tagging: @sithsjedi (Redemption Dooku) @therapardalis, @governmentofficial, @madamegrand, @hvbris (for Cass please?)

[multipleoccupancy]

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄!

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'Edgar Longshadow Core'

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Tagging: @threecardtrick, @therapardalis, @herstoriies need more Pris about <3, @libdemdisaster, @regretmedicineandsmokes, @ignatiusdubois, @hvbris for Cass ^^,