Mirage

It's just Lewis, Agent Lewis.28, British Intelligence Agent. Grieving sister and daughter. Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends.

[solocooper-blog]

When she didn’t slap him square in the jaw, Ezra was fairly surprised. After all, he didn’t know her well, and she didn’t seem the type to warmly welcome anyone into her space without first beckoning. He propped his arms up on the back of the chair he’d claimed, and watched as she gracefully covered the schematics and maps on her desk. His dark eyes had stolen a sweeping glance, but retained nothing that made any sense in his memory. “Nah, never could sit still and learn all the rules,” he answered honestly. “But my grandfather owned a board, and he’d sit up all night sometimes – drinking moonshine from a coffee cup and playing against himself.” Ezra could still remember sitting on the dusty floorboards of his family’s farm house and looking up at the great men that came before him – wondering if he’d ever live up to them. So far, he hadn’t. 

“I wouldn’t mind learning how to play.”

[agent-lewis-blog]

There was an eyebrow raised at his admission that he’d never taken the time to learn the rules but by now there was little judgement for those who didn’t have the same patience as her. They were bound to have a completely different aspect of them that she could never hope to achieve either. The mention of his grandfather touched one of her rare soft spots as the scene echoed one she’d seen her father in hundreds of times. “My father was much the same - though he preferred a good Scotch as his companion.” There was an easy fondness that crept into her voice and perhaps the ghost of a smile. Memories of her family would always be bittersweet but she couldn’t hide the affection that had so clearly been held for them all. “He’d quite often still be there when I came down for breakfast.”

“If you ever find a board, come find me and I’ll give you a quick course.”

[crowdurant]

“It does taste a bit like dirty water, doesn’t it?” He chuckled softly, taking a seat across from his superior. “I assume you’ve gotten word on what we’re meant to do next?” That was exciting, the waiting had always been the worst part. And although they were always busy in one way or another, waiting still managed to be abundant (although, he was mostly just impatient). “Is it anything like what we did in Slovenia?” The thought of another retrieval made him wary, though he was far from opposed to the idea – he just hoped for something more intricate than the quick ‘in and out’ of acquiring a target. “Before I forget,” Tristan shifted, offering the blonde a small smile, “I do hope you enjoyed your leave, if anything for the change of pace.”

[agent-lewis-blog]

"It’s a poor imitation at best.” There was the slightest of chuckles to echo his in agreement before her face shifts back to a more stoic expression as she gives him a nod. “I have, it’s quite a lot to ask - though I’m sure we’ll rise to the occasion.” The Brit held everyone who worked along side her in high regard, with good reason to. It was with ease that she slid the schematics over to her fellow agent for him to analyse himself. At his question, the blonde tilts her head as she considers it. The mission was seemingly quite different though there was little doubt it would require just as much skill. “In parts, perhaps. But on the whole it will need even more planning, finesse and involvement from everyone.” A slight smile once again was on her lips, not because she had enjoyed her leave but rather at his kindness in asking. “My leave was fine, thank you. Though I am glad to be back.” Rosemary wasn’t keen to say much more on the subject when she’d been much happier on base than on leave. “I hope you rested, you did deserve it.”

[nataliedormersource]

Natalie Dormer photographed by Tony Duran for ‘LA Confidential’ Fall Fashion Issue

[wraithmercuritte]

Her response was rather cryptic, he thought, especially for someone who had entered his domain. Scowling at what he dubbed an intruder Esca’s palm rested against the empty barrel and his spare plucked up a casing to clean. “Who else would you have expected to find in my tent?” The woman was no doubt an Operative sent by Intelligence. There were plenty of rumors encasing dislike for them. In a strange way the ideal made him lighten. He understood being buried alive and left to suffocate, or drown swirling amidst a flood of misconceptions.

[agent-lewis-blog]

Rosemary always had a certain amount of pride and usually she could pride herself in having studied the camp enough to navigate herself around flawlessly. Though this time she’d been too preoccupied in busying herself with the schematics that seemed to be burning a hole in her desk such was their urgency. So at the man’s rather valid question, the agent simply raised an eyebrow coolly. “I’m afraid you’ll have to forgive the intrusion. I recognised the sound and thought perhaps you would be someone I was more familiar with.”

[crowdurant]

Although the break had been welcomed, Tristan was almost glad to go back to work. He hadn’t joined the SOE for relaxation, anyway. His priority was first and foremost, to help end this goddamn war; and he couldn’t truly rest until the job was done. That is, unless he died first, but he tried not to give his mortality much thought, he preferred accepting it as an inevitability. Although he wasn’t yet required to report to Agent Lewis, he found himself wandering towards her tent, curiosity of what the next mission held next for him undoubtedly getting the best of him. “Good morning, Agent Lewis,” he said, making his way into her tent. “I would have brought tea, but I used the last of my ration.” It did feel almost rude to show up uninvited with nothing to show for it, but this was a time where people had very little to give.

[agent-lewis-blog]

“Good morning.” Perhaps there was an echo of a smile on her face at the sight of her fellow agent. There was a huge amount of respect felt for the Frenchman and his company was perhaps one of the few in the camp that she truly welcomed as opposed to tolerated. “No matter, I’m sure your input will be more than sufficient.”  Rosemary fully believed in Tristan’s capabilities and while she had plenty of ideas herself, some fresh ones would never go amiss. It was be vain of hr to assume she was the only one capable of putting together a competent plan and she knew just how much vanity could be a downfall, perhaps that was why it had never been a trait of hers. If there had been a smile on her face earlier it had changed into a wry one to match the dry words that were to follow. “Besides, I do find the tea here rather lacking. Always rather disappointing when you do eventually get your hands on it.”

[solocooper-blog]

Restlessness. It started in the pit of his stomach like a buzzing, then spread to his limbs and to the tips of his fingers like wildfire. Ezra had never been the best at sitting around and waiting to be told what to do, though he’d suffered through worse at the academy. It’d crossed his mind to go scout out the ruins on his own at least a dozen times, but the hell he’d catch when he got back didn’t seem worth it. So, rather than sitting and stewing over the looming mission, he took to casing the camp, engaging in the occasional back-and-forth, and chain smoking. The crunch of his boots on soil eventually landed him at an unfamiliar tent. He’d seen the willowy blonde around, but never engaged with her much – she was elusive, and cold, and maybe a little self-important, but Solo tended to like those attributes in others; he wasn’t one to shy from a challenge. So, instead of about-facing and making toward friendly territory, he boldly pulled up a chair to the right of her, sat, and looked over her shoulder.

“Bet you’re a hell of a chess player.”

[agent-lewis-blog]

When she’d left herself open to company she hadn’t expected someone to join her quite so boldly and quite so closely. For a moment she was tempted to simple eye the man coldly, enough of a hint that he should take his leave, but instead she simply covered the documents on her desk before giving him an answer matter-of-factly. “I’ve been known to be quite proficient, yes.” It had been something she’d played with her brother and father before their deaths and as good as she was there just wasn’t the same enjoyment in it any longer. In fact, Rosemary was almost sure her skills would be more than a little rusty. “Though it has been some time since I last found myself in front of a set. Are you much of a player yourself?” Perhaps she could indulge in some company for a short while, she'd been focusing that long that her mind was almost hazy with all the possible strategies. A little diversion would clear her head and improve her productivity afterwards.

[docxstone-blog]

Doc had remained in the medic tent since early that morning. There weren’t any patients to treat, and if there was someone that showed up, it was to ask for a remedy for a hangover. The first few that came through she had been amused with, but after word was getting around that she was helping with hangovers, Doc started turning them away. She hadn’t taken part in the festivities in New York when they were on their leave, but that didn’t bring cause for her to turn anyone away. She simply didn’t feel she was recruited to baby the soldiers; they got themselves into that situation, they could suffer the consequences of their actions. And she wasn’t keen on wasting supplies over hangovers.

“If you’re here to deal with your hangover, you’re out of luck,” she murmured, not even looking up from the paperwork she had been skimming over. “Stopped helping after the fifth one came in.”

[agent-lewis-blog]

“I can’t say that I’m much of a drinker.” Anyone who’d paid enough attention to her only sipping her drink to be polite would have noticed that. Alcohol had never held any appeal to her, even less so than the parties it usually went hand in hand with. It dulled the senses and slowed reflexes, two things she couldn’t say that she’d ever willingly allow to happen to her. It would seem her comrades differed in their opinion of it, however, with their eagerness to drink as much as they could. “Though it would appear that that also holds for the majority of the camp if so many have been seeking relief.” There was a certain dryness to her tone but despite that she did mean it with some touch of amusement, somewhat of a rarity. 

[wraithmercuritte]

The rifle collapsed with ease. Its pieces were meticulously spread across tattered canvas. His hands were slick with cosmoline; the oil slicked his hair when he ran a hand through its disarray. He held the triggering pin between nimble fingers before setting it aside. Reaching for the barrel, an uninvited presence arrived to interrupt his ritual. A combat boot came to rest along the fabric’s lining and Shade glanced upward. “Can I help you?”

[agent-lewis-blog]

As fascinating as it would have been to stay and watch the man’s skillful hands over the metal, time wasn’t a luxury that she had. It was a simple case of the wrong tent that had lead to her ending up there, something that she wasn’t about to admit, though perhaps it was the sound of the gun being taken apart that had led her to believe she’d find the Romanian sniper there, not the Russian one. With a clipped tone Rosemary gave a small shake of her head. “I wouldn’t have thought so.”

[agent-lewis-blog]

The Fourth of July party had been rather wasted on her, not least because of her being British. Parties had sickened her for as long as she could remember and despite attending she’d been one of the first to leave, as soon as it had been polite to of course. Now she finally found herself where she wanted to be, back at base camp with her gaze on the schematics that would prove so important and crucial. For once she’d left herself visible as she sat at her desk, rather than closing herself off like she was so prone to doing. Maybe it was because if she were being honest with herself she wasn’t as opposed to an intrusion as usual, perhaps just glad to be back in a familiar situation after being unwilling to attend the dance. Rosemary’s eyes never lifted from the pages in front of her as she hear people drift passed but she did think she’d heard someone come nearer.

[bunchofrpmemes]

Bold everything your muse has done. (caution: contains multiple common triggers)

[agent-lewis-blog]

agent-lewis :

Broken a bone | Gotten stitches | Had a near-death experience | Killed someone | Tried and failed to kill someone | Invented something | Been hungover | Kissed someone | Slow danced | Been in a long-term relationship | Had sex | Had sex and regretted it | Had a one-night stand | Had a threesome | Experimented with their sexuality | Had a kid | Gotten married | Self-harmed | Traveled to another country | Been in a play | Received an inheritance | Been in a car wreck | Lost a loved one | Been dumped | Dumped someone | Smoked | Gotten high | Been slipped something in their food/drink | Won a contest | Won an election | Joined a sports team | Gone skydiving | Gone hunting | Been in a band | Had a job | Been fired | Been in a wedding party | Owned a pet | Seen a ghost | Skipped class/work | Learned an instrument | Gotten a noticeable scar | Sued someone | Been robbed | Been mugged | Been kidnapped | Been sexually assaulted | Been brainwashed/hypnotized | Gone more than one day without eating | Had a recurring nightmare | Been bullied | Bullied someone | Seen someone die | Attempted suicide | Been tied/chained up | Shot someone | Stabbed someone | Saved someone’s life | Cheated on someone | Been cheated on | Had a stalker | Been betrayed | Been in a fight | Been arrested | Been to a funeral | Had surgery | Broken someone’s trust | Gotten a piercing | Gotten a tattoo | Used a fake name | Been tortured | Been abused | Been blackmailed |Had an attempt on their life | Gotten away with a crime | Gone on a road trip | Been in love

[j-existe]

There was that coldness inside me. I wasn’t myself. I felt hollow and dangerous.

Tim O'Brien, “The Things They Carried”   (via julianmcrrow)

[sparrowlucas]

Lucas opened his eyes slowly, peering out of heavy eyelids at the voice which had spoken to him. An equally lazy smile found it’s way to his lips and he sat up at the sight of Agent Lewis, though he grimaced at the crick that had formed in his neck due to his previous position, which, like Rosemary had suggested, was rather uncomfortable.

As he became more aware of his surroundings and was sufficiently awake enough to speak, he sat up even more, running a hand through his sleep-mussed hair as he did so. “I didn’t choose it because of it’s merits, Agent Lewis, but rather the fact that it was the first place I found to sit once I landed and there wasn’t much I could do to stop myself drifting off.” A weary laugh followed.

[agent-lewis-blog]

“Quite understandable. I’ve quite lost track of the amount of times I’ve awoken at my desk with no knowledge of having drifted off.” Rosemary’s voice was quite matter of fact, though it wasn’t often she chose to divulge information about herself. Though she supposed that this information was hardly a secret that need to be kept. “I wish I could say that the discomfort in your neck will soon vanish but it never seems to be the case.”

“You have clearly been kept busy since I last saw you.” An encounter she’d much rather forget, so soon after her emotions spiralling out of control. She was far from fine and at times she still struggled to keep them in check but Rosemary couldn’t help but be glad she was at least feeling again, despite many of those emotions being unwanted. Most were nothing more than a distraction, pulling her away from what she was supposed to be doing.

[crowdurant]

Tristan raised an eyebrow, the look on his face best described as ‘incredulous’. Wouldn’t he know? Hadn’t he been stationed on a dairy farm for a year? Grown up with a cow? “Non, c’est vrai. Cows lie down when it rains,” he insisted. “That’s what happened with the cows in Aisne – and in Avignon. I don’t know if they are aware it is going to rain, or if they are just cold though. But the two seem to, uh, coincide.”

[agent-lewis-blog]

How careless of her to let it slip her mind bout where her fellow agent had been stationed, not to matter where he’d grown up. Such a lapse in her memory could only be put down to the exhaustion she was causing for herself with how she shackled herself to her desk to get the job done fastest. “I suppose you are a far better authority on this than I.” It was such an odd conversation to be having, so far removed from where they were but perhaps that was why she found herself with the hint of a smile at her lips and even making a joke at her country’s expense. “The cows in England seemed to lie down whenever they like, though perhaps that’s because it happens to rain so much that if they were to obey such a system they’d scarcely spend any time on their feet.”

[nataliedormernews]

[sparrowlucas]

Lucas had found that exhaustion had taken on a new meaning since he’d enlisted, however, he didn’t recall ever being this tired in his life. He’d spent a week away from base on a mission (his first for the Shadowed Commandos) and once the adrenaline had run out, and his feet were back on the ground again, he had felt himself grow warier and warier with every step. 

He didn’t know at what point he’d given up and collapsed, but at some point he had. And he’d been firmly asleep ever since. The smattering of bullets firing in the distance stood no chance at waking him, nor did the cold for once - he had numerous days in the firing lines of enemy planes to make up for, after all. 

[agent-lewis-blog]

Rosemary often chose to visit the mess hall when it was at its most quiet, there was far less chance of she getting pulled into a conversation when all she wanted was to return to her work. In fact, she often placed food at the very bottom of her priorities and it wasn't uncommon for her to miss meals altogether when she immersed herself in the tasks she set herself.

A little look of surprise crossed her face when she noticed that she wasn't alone and she slowly went closer to investigate. “That's rather an odd and I imagine uncomfortable place that you've chosen to sleep, Sergeant Winstead." The light lilt in her voice matched the amused expression that her features held. Though some of the lightness she felt was due to the sense of pride and the happiness she felt for Lucas after his promotion.

[agent-lewis-blog]

“I actually wouldn’t consider that to be true at all.” For once her voice held the slightest tinge of amusement at what had been suggested. Whether her companion’s remark had been serious or not she didn’t know but she was completely sure of her own skepticism over the chances of it being a fact. “You may want to think about where you got that information from because in my experience it’s never proven to be  the case.”

[agentreisch-blog]

“Smart.” Damien commended with a slight nod of the head. While he did believe that there really was no need to feel on edge because he was not a threat, he wasn’t about to rob her of whatever feelings she felt were necessary. All he could do was step around with strategy in mind, and hope for the best. “I’m Damien.” He hoped a name would ease tension. “Reisch.”

[agent-lewis-blog]

Damien Reisch. Now where was that name familiar from? Within seconds she had her own question answered, he was the agent who’d made contact with her days earlier after spending time stranded in Poland. Her eyes flickered over him for a moment, always assessing. The man wasn’t quite what she’d expected but time would tell whether that was a good thing or not. Either way, Rosemary felt a sense of relief wash over her at the fact he’d arrived safely and her direction had been sound. “I’m glad to see you made it here in one piece, Agent Reisch.” Stretching out her arm, she held out her hand for him to shake. They would be working together, after all. “Agent Lewis.”