breathe again

and hold your gaze. there's coke in the midas touch, a joke in the way that we rust. and breathe again.

[agentreisch-blog]

what's the youngest age that you'd kiss/sleep with?

I don’t explicitly look for partners based on their age, so I can’t say I’ve thought about this.

[agentreisch-blog]

what is your character's sexuality?

Damien’s sexuality is a massive gray area that can be best described as demisexual. 

[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.”

[agentreisch-blog]

“All thanks to you.” Damien pointed out as he soon put his hand out to shake shortly after her own introduction. He never made any assumptions on what the agent that practically saved his life would look like--so he wasn’t particularly disappointed, and he was still thankful all the same. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He said with a sincere tone.

[callistawalsh-blog]

“That’s probably for the best.” Callista shrugged. She knew that she was lucky to be well enough liked that even those times that she got into fights she was bandaged up without being told off too much. Only with a warning that she needed to be careful with herself.

“I think that’s something we all want.” She responded. “Me? I work for Agent Lewis.” She raised an eyebrow as she reminded herself that she couldn’t – shouldn’t – go around saying just what she was – but her pride got just a bit too ahead of her and before she could stop them, words spilled past her lips. “I’m a recently promoted Agent.”

[agentreisch-blog]

“I will take your word for it.” Damien had gotten into all kinds of fights with all kinds of people. But he couldn’t say that he’d ever fought with a girl as young as the one before him, or frankly--as small. So he wasn’t sure what exactly to expect if things ever came down to just that.

“I’d hope so.” Damien quipped. “An agent?” He tried not to sound as surprised as he was. Not only was that rude, but he knew better than to decide what agents (especially around here, in an unfamiliar camp) looked like. “I knew there was something there.” He had also been interested as to know what here affiliation with Agent Lewis was--specifically. Simply because he already had high regard for the name.

[lunetist-victorios-blog]

Without intending to, she smirked at his reply. Clearly he was a–a desteptule, a smart ass.  “I am not being surprised. But what a shame,” she drawled, eyes running over him. She had already been caught staring, so why not make the best of it and get as much information as she could?

[agentreisch-blog]

"So,” He began, eyes responding with a travelling gaze that mirrored her own. “Do you have a name? Or are we doomed to be strangers forever?”

[crowdurant]

“Letzer Nacht?” He repeated, looking up at his brother. Why had no one told him? Even if they hadn’t known – someone had to know a new agent was arriving to camp, didn’t they? And that was important, that was crucial for the intel team. Since the mission’s end, Tristan essentially was the intel team – but Agent Lewis was still distraught.

Either way, last night was gone. Last night was irrelevant, something he couldn’t get back. Did anyone tell Levi? Of course not. If Levi had known, Levi would’ve said something. Especially if it involves Damien, especially after that talk they’d had a few weeks back.

Tristan was hit with this overwhelming wave of happiness, a feeling he hadn’t known in a long time. There was a small laugh forcing it’s way out of his mouth, his arm pulling himself closer to his brother as he tried to wrap his head around this situation. It felt ethereal, too good to be true. The three of them were all in the same place at the same time, and they were all relatively safe. It was a miracle, the sort of thing that someone else would thank God for. That Tristan almost wanted to thank god for – almost.

But there was a war raging beyond their base, and people were dying by the masses, and as happy as Tristan felt in this moment, he knew this was nearly irrelevant in terms of the bigger picture. But fuck the bigger picture. He’d dedicated the last year of his life to the bigger picture, no matter the sacrifice. Tristan had earned this.

“Mon bras?” He had nearly forgotten about his arm, about anything that physically ailed him in general. “Oh! I was shot, mais pas grave.” Tristan laughed at how bizarre that statement sounded, but knew his Damien would understand. “Levi took care o– Levi ist auch hier!”

[agentreisch-blog]

While the mass amounts of happiness he was feeling right then and there urged him to keep his arms wrapped around his younger brother in a tight embrace--he mind immediately began to float around his arm--around any pain he could’ve been causing him. So Damien pulled away slowly at first, and with hands still on Tristan’s shoulders while he looked over the injury. Surely, Damien had been over-reacting, but after months of not being able to know where Tristan was, how Tristan was--it just felt like the right way to act.

“You were shot?” Damien was concerned, but he soon convinced himself that gunfire was normal now, at least for the two of them. It was hard to swallow, especially after settling into the mindset that he  was suddenly safe in arriving to this camp--but that wasn’t the case at all. There was still a war raging on outside of the walls. But as long as Tristan were still here to tell the tale, maybe it wasn’t as bad as he made it out to be. He couldn’t help but doubt Tristan’s words for roughly a millisecond (because Tristan had always been quite a tough little thing, often shrugging in the direction of shortcomings), but at the end of the day, Damien settled because he believed his brother. That was all there was to it.

What had surprised Damien beyond quick settlement was the mention of Levi, their cousin who was never really treated as such. He canceled out the possibility of there ever being another Levi anywhere in Europe, and decided instantly that it was who he hoped it was. He lit up for the second time during that short moment, feeling almost whole again to know that he’d be reunited with his brothers--to know that they had been surviving through this horror like he told them to.

“Gut.” Damien said with a smile that creeped slowly. “I thought I was going to have to scour Europe to get the two of you back under the same roof.” Damien rarely ever spoke full sentences in English when speaking with his brother, but he was unsure of how else to deliver the light-hearted dialogue that tried hard to embrace easier times where Tristan and Levi’s arguments were the toughest thing to get through. 

[charliezerilli]

“I wouldn’t put my money on that, mate, no offense” Isaac arched a brow, a smirk raising his lips as he made himself comfortable to sit by the stranger’s side. New flesh always demanded some sort of attention, specially if Isaac had nothing else to do besides curse his bloody leg and crawl through camp. “We all bite here”, he shrugged dismissively. “I’m Izzy, by the way, and something tells me you’re new around.”

[agentreisch-blog]

Damien did not protest as the man sat beside him. He simply made a little bit more by scooting just a bit (which didn’t exactly make a difference, but it was a kind gesture all the same). “I’ll keep that in mind.” Damien laughed lightly. “Damien.” He said plainly. “You must have great intuition, because that’s exactly the case.”

[lunetist-victorios-blog]

“I am not worried about the biting, or the promises. I have just not been seeing you in camp before.” She hadn’t meant to be caught staring, nor to start a conversation, but…what was the saying? In for a penny, in for a pound.

[agentreisch-blog]

"I suppose we’re in the same boat.” Damien began. “Because i haven’t seen you anywhere before, either.” It had been the case for him when it came to nearly everyone in this camp.

[bullseyeolivia-blog]

“I don’t either, unless there’s a need to,” Liv joked, “I’m just looking for a light,” She admitted, holding up the cigarette.

[agentreisch-blog]

Damien chuckled, and then began to search his pockets for the lighter he knew he had. “You’re in luck.” He said as he pushed himself from his seat to approach the girl--metallic lighter in hand. “This is one of the only things they let me keep.”

With a flick of his thumb, the lid moved away quickly--thus freeing an illuminating flame that Damien moved towards the girl to use. “Do you always ask strangers for a light?”

[crowdurant]

“Ouais.” The response had been involuntary, a habit at best. Despite wanting to reach out for his brother, he found himself still fixed in place. Perhaps out of fear that if he moved, he would find himself talking to a desk rather than his brother. Or worse, he’d wake up in his tent. Logically, he knew Damien was there. He knew. But he felt frozen, as if his brain had forgotten how to make his muscles move. As if his brain had ceased functioning altogether.

It hadn’t registered that Damien had moved until he found himself pulled into a tight hug, his good arm instinctively wrapping around his brother. When was the last time they had seen each other? It’d been a year, hadn’t it? But it felt like decades, and he supposed that expression about distance making the heart grow fonder had been true. Because Tristan had missed his brother so much that it ached, a dull and relentless sort of ache, the sort of thing that seeped into your sleep (or lack thereof).

He was glad his brother was there, that he was alive (contrary to popular belief), that he was relatively uninjured. It lifted a weight off his shoulders, made him breathe easier. “When did you get here?” The question slipped out before Tris realized he had asked it.

[agentreisch-blog]

“Ouais.” Damien mirrored his brother, finding comfort in the word--and ultimately giving it more meaning than it was meant to have. 

The single arm that responded in an embrace closed any distance between them, but opened up a year’s worth of despair that followed their separation. There wasn’t a single day that went by where his family wasn’t on his mind--but more specifically, when Tristan wasn’t on his mind. Damien often tried to make do by telling heartwarming stories of a brother he’d die for to anyone who’d listen, but reminiscing on the  past never really compared to being there to support the future.

“Letzter Nacht.” Damien replied quick, this time with a voice that wanted to be strong. The night before, he had been relieved to be out of hell, thankful to finally have a some-what reliable roof over his head. But the night before was beginning to feel dull, now that he had the knowledge that Tristan had been here all along. He kicked himself mentally for never stopping to ask, to wonder. It wasn’t like him to avoid looking for some kind of fight. He should’ve known that.

However, he knew that getting angry over what he didn’t do wouldn’t solve anything. So he dismissed the thoughts, and decided to refocus on now. “Your arm?” Damien began with concern edging his voice. “Was geschehen?”

[callistawalsh-blog]

“You better not.” Callista said as she crossed her arms. 

“So what do you do ‘round here?”

[agentreisch-blog]

“Of course not.” Damien took the time to look the girl over. She was small, and generally non-threatening. But Damien knew better than to underestimate anyone in this war. “Wouldn’t want to get into deep trouble.”

“Me? I’m just an old dog looking to wrap up a war.” He quipped. “I am sure what you do would be a more interesting story.” 

[agent-lewis-blog]

“But promises can so easily be broken, can they not?” Rosemary allowed a brief pause to hang in the air, coolness from her tone creeping into it. “You’ll have to excuse my cynicism but it is rather hard to trust the word of a man you do not know.”

[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.”

[kingxrick-blog]

“Now you’re not one of those who always keeps there word are you? Because that’s just no fun at all.” While there was no denying the teasing in his words, a part of him was curious about the answer he’d get.

[agentreisch-blog]

Initially, he did want to laugh–because he genuinely thought the man’s remark was funny. But he didn’t. Instead, he took on a stone cold physiognomy that had all been completely false, and met the men’s gaze like he had been offended. “Why wouldn’t I keep my word?” Damien threw in a thick German accent to add more emphasis to the act. “Do you think I am a liar?” Damien continued. Hopefully the man wouldn’t respond negatively, for Damien was only having a little bit of fun.

[crowdurant]

If you asked, Tristan had no idea how long he had been standing there in silence. This wasn’t real, was it? Just a trick of the light? Some sleep-deprived hallucination? Then again, it had to be real – didn’t it? Every time someone he’d known had shown up, it had been them. Undoubtedly them. Oriana, Guillaume – Damien.

His voice was the same, unmistakably recognizable, despite the fact that Tristan had only ever heard him speak English a handful of times. How long had he been on base? Why had no one told him? How had he gotten here? He was overwhelmed by the rush of questions swimming in his head, but forced himself to swallow them down, his hands clenched in fists at his side. Tristan could feel his fingers digging little crescent moons into his palm.

“Ich weiß,” he said quietly, not daring to move. “I’m just…” Tris trailed off, his eyes fixed on his brother. What’s the word he’s looking for? Surprised? Overwhelmed? Elated? Curious? None of them seemed to mean what he wanted them to mean – in fact, he needed some combination of the words, and chances were his grasp on the English language wasn’t strong enough for him to find it.

[agentreisch-blog]

Damien didn’t expect much of a response from the gaze that locked on his head in a way that he couldn’t initially push off as discomfort. He expected an apology--for staring, or a casual conversation. But he was wrong, wrong the second he recognized the voice that could only ever belong to one person--Tristan.

He didn’t take one second longer to turn himself around fast with eyes stretched wide, and expression left dumbfounded. It was hard to surprise Damien, especially in recent months, but there was no doubt about the feeling that he was feeling that left him light as a feather, and as relieved as ever. Not once did he ever think that he’d never see his brother again, but he would have never expected that it’d be here, that it’d be now. 

“Tristan.” The whisp of air it took to transfer speech into the air didn’t have too much time to saturate before Damien was pulling the younger boy close in a tight hug that easily felt like home.

[agentreisch-blog]

“I don’t bite.” Damien spoke to the pair of eyes he felt resting on him without turning to catch the individual’s gaze. “I promise.”

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