Templar

Come in From The Cold : Malia & Mati

rxgueagent:

“It’s not my fault you make me want to stay in and do other sorts of physical activity,” he joked with a slanted grin at her feeling her nudge to his side but allowing her to step out in front of him and falling in just a few paces behind her. His arms remained tucked into his body as he semi-jogged down the stairs feet hitting each step lightly allowing gravity to do most of the work. There was always something so oddly satisfying about running down stairs he found.

As he set foot onto the stone path leading from the front door Matias’ head tilted back drinking in the warmth of the morning; savouring the feeling of the sun on his skin and the biting breeze that rushed through the open grounds that surrounded the castle. It made him feel clearer, sharper like things were so much simpler out here in comparison to the lives they stepped back into the moment they walked back in through the door.

Out here they simply could enjoy the simplicity that was life and nature, appreciate the beauty that so often fell by the wayside because they were busy focusing on the mission. He followed close behind Amalia, a hand going to briskly rub through the air as he breathed in the crisp mountain air. “Yeah, it’s a nice change – I head out like this pretty much every morning for at least an hours run sometimes more if I’m feeling like it.”

Amalia shook her head as her eyes met his grin. He always made things sound like they were her fault. And while a majority of the time it was her doings, she was as addictive to the thing as Matías made her out to be. She continued shaking her head as she walked away from him and towards the door. She was actually excited that they were going to go out and do something different with each other, not that jumping each other’s bones wasn’t fun anymore, it was just a nice change of pace.

It seemed that Matías was enjoying himself just as much as she had as she turned to look at him, seeing the pure enjoyment on his face as the sun beamed across their skin. Turning away from him, Amalia tried to take everything in, knowing that at the end of their run she would be sentenced back inside again, not too sure when she’d be able to do this again. As the wind whipped across her face, she raised her hand above her brow as she looked out at the sun in the distance.

“I understand way now. It’s amazing.” A huff of air escaped her lungs as she lowered her hand and began to stretch out her body. “Makes me want to consider getting up early every morning.” Consider was the key word in the sentence seeing that sleep was another thing that Amalia seemed to enjoy. Bending down to finish her stretches, she looked up to Mati. “How long were you thinking?”

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Breathing Through Corrupted Lungs : Nate & Malia

empyreanshaw:

The other agents in the house liked to joke when it came to what Nate’s role in the house was, to call him the father of the group, the parental one and he’d never disagreed, taking care of them – keeping them healthy by stepping in when they forgot simple things like food after too long working in the labs were things he enjoyed doing. Two decades he’d been here most wondered how he hadn’t lost his mind, how he hadn’t become cold or ruthless or any other thing most became after witnessing the amount of loss he had.

No, that was where Nathan was different. Despite all the things he’d gained and lost, all that anguish, misery and loneliness when a friend died what had it made him in the end? It had made him kind and not for any selfish sake. Ultimately, this would be no different but at the moment everything was still too raw – nerve endings exposed to too much stimulus and utterly overwhelming every cell within his body.

This was their lives, it wasn’t fun, wasn’t smart, just standing up and making a the hard decisions when no one else in the world would and in the end they were all just stories. Stories set to be forgotten. His elbows pressed heavily against his knees face buried in his hands as the tears began to flow silently dripping off his chin. There was no control over these emotions, this raw pain was not something he could simply tamp down and cease. They rose up out of nowhere and vanished just as quickly. He vaguely heard the sound of someone trying to speak to him, the pressure on his shoulder revealing the silent tremors wracking his body as he sat there. His tired mind couldn’t process who it was that was trying to talk to him right now and it took a few minutes before he could do anything other than simply sit there crying silent tears.

Finally he managed to suck in and release a choked breath, feeling embarrassed to have suddenly broken down so out of the blue. His head shook as the questions became clearer answering with a muffled voice “I-I’m sorry… I— I don’t know what came over me.”

In many ways, Amalia liked to compare herself with Nate. They weren’t the closet people in the castle and there were certain things that she would never share with him, but she couldn’t help but relate to him. They both had found themselves in these parental positions during their time with the agency. And even though a lot of the agents came to Amalia with their problems and concerns, she knew that the real parental figure in the castle was Nate. It always had been and it always would be. There was just something about him that made you feel safe and relaxed.

But seeing him like this was a reminder to Malia that even in the darkest times, the toughest people could break. And after all these years of being the steady father that everyone needed to lean on, he finally broke. And as much has he probably would hate to admit it, he needed someone to look after him this time. And that’s what Amalia was going to do. She knew better than anyone how it felt to constantly put the needs of others in place of your own needs. She knew how much it would eat Nate alive if he just tried to ignore it and continue on with his life. Amalia wasn’t going to let that happen, especially not considering who the agent was that she figured caused all of this. She looked at him with this expression that was mixed with a sadness and a sincerity. She couldn’t even possibly imagine what it was that was running through his mind at this very moment.

As he began to cry, Amalia didn’t say anything about it. Instead, she sat next to him. Just the feeling of having someone present in a time like this was nice, at least it was in her eyes. Her hand moved gently across his back as she tried to comfort him. Amalia waited until he wanted to talk and when she hear his voice, she turned to look at him.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s alright Nate.” Her eyes scanned his face as she double check to make sure that visually everything was alright. “We may be the best agents in the world, but at the end of the day we’re still human. We’re aloud to feel. Never apologize for it, okay?”

#nathan #hypoxia

Come in From The Cold : Malia & Mati

rxgueagent:

Seeing her turn away caused him to frown slightly at the planes and curves of her back that he now got a view of, fingers raising to trace the arches of her spine. Unsure on what to supply he decided to let the topic go to rest, he didn’t wish to upset her quite the opposite in fact he wanted to make her happy.

“No idea, guess I’ll have to try and be more spontaneous or something” he remarked with a hint of a smile on his lips although Matias wasn’t always the best when it came to randomness. He was sure that he could find something that would surprise her. “Figure out something that you won’t expect in the slightest and go right on ahead and do it.”

Catching her thoughtful expression upon exiting his room he glanced at her, debating about asking about it but deciding that instead he’d bring it up later. They needed a bit of a break from heaviness and this morning was about them enjoying their time together. “Me? I’m always ready,” his smile in that moment was a touch cheeky but he soon enough set off down the corridor for the stairs a slight bounce in his step as he descended them.

As she walked over to Mati, Amalia’s face lighten from the harsh stare that had settled across her features while she waited for him as she looked at him. Standing next to him, she brought her arms up to her chest as her head was tilted back so she could look at him. “Well, Mr. always ready, let’s get going than before it gets too late.”

Her body moved to nudge him a little bit before she began walking down the hall and turned to jog down the stairs knowing that he would be right behind her if he wasn’t already. It was nice to get out of the castle, even if it was just for a little bit. It had been a while since her last mission and Amalia was starting to forget what it felt like having the wind rush across your skin or having the sun’s warmth spread throughout your body.

The thoughts continued to run throughout her head as she lead the way to the doors that lead outside. Turning to make sure that he was behind her, Amalia moved to push the door open, exposing them to the beautiful crisp morning that they had been graced with. Eyes wandering everywhere, Amalia couldn’t help but take in a deep breath as she finally felt like herself once again. “I’ve missed this.”

#fashion #inspiration #inspo

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Competition. It was human nature to want to be the best, but for Elle that was never enough. She had never wanted to be the best in the sense where everyone notices and appreciates, no. Elle held herself to a much higher standard than that. Even if no one ever noticed, as long as she out beat people in their own skills, their own techniques, then she was the best and that’s all she needed to know. By knowing people and how to bend and break them as well counted in her desire for seniority.

Perhaps that was why her and Malia got along so well. The two of them both had a hidden desire to be good at something, to make others look weak in their very presence. It was a dominating trait in a strong, independent woman that no one could take away, no matter how they tried. So in the end, a close friendship became more of an initiation into a complex of games, riddles, and anything else that could be compared for a wager. And with that being said, today’s game was darts.

The game was easy, really. Hell, even kids played it. But the technique behind it was a whole other story. Elle had spent a good deal of time reading how to throw the perfect dart, using the right leverage of her hand and strength. It was one time that her facts and reading had actually fed into some sort of physical action. And with one simple throw, she watched her dart fall into the bullseye.

“Sure you’re feeling lucky, M?” one brow raised over the other, a short snicker following. “Because if you wanna take an out now, I don’t blame ya.”

#fashion #inspiration #inspo

Amalia stood there with her arms folded across her chest as her brows furrowed together as she watched the other agent with intense focus. She was analytical every little movement that was made, watching carefully, seeing if there was a way she could counter it and in the end be back up on top. This wasn’t just a one time thing. No, this is something that Amalia had became very familiar with, especially since spending so much time with her fellow agent.

It was always something between the two of them. There was always some competition going on even when there really didn’t need to be one. She couldn’t help it, having this feeling of wanting to come out on top. Amalia figure that it didn’t help that it was Elle who she was competing with. She was an unstable force, one hell of an agent. And if she could do better than her, well that would be more than okay in Amalia’s book.

As the woman threw the dart, Amalia watched it fly through the air and eventually sticking on the board. She took a moment to replay the motion in her head, before she turned and smiled at her. “Please, when have I ever taken an out before? You honestly think I’d give up that easily?” She asked as she unfolded her arms and walked over to her side, a hum falling from her lips as her fingers traced over the smooth metal of the dart before picking it up in her hand.

“I mean, if you’re getting cold feet and are nervous about losing, I won’t think less of you. Trust me, that’s the last thing I would do.” Her smile was genuine but had a small hit of a smirk as she looked over at her.

#elle #tonic #bullseye

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Come in From The Cold : Malia & Mati

rxgueagent:

A look of mock offence crossed his features at the notion of someone else being on his mind, “when have I ever lied to you?” It was a question he always asked her when she brought something like this up, he never had and never would lie to her. Although he did settle on looking at her seriously “why would I want to look at anyone else?”

Matias hummed happily as he was granted another kiss, always content to take every piece of attention that she would give to him regardless of how big or little it ultimately was. She was right, she knew him too well and he would always end up telling her given the time. “Damn it, I’ve become predictable” a small laugh left him as she continued to question him. “Tired? Of any part of you? Never.” It was said with such stern definition that there really could be no other answer to that question.

Once in his own room Matias took his time to change into a fresh set of running clothes from the concealed wardrobe in the wall of his room. There were several sets of pairs of shoes in the compartment mostly for different uses along with several sets of military grade footwear all neatly polished to a perfect shine and every other set paired up but they were left in favour of a muddied set of black trainers. Stepping out of the room he shut the door behind him and looked over to her “all set?”

Amalia couldn’t help as the moan escaped her lips. They had this conversation all too much and she already knew the answer. And while he had good intentions, she couldn’t help as she quickly answered the question at hand. “No, you have never lied to me. And I don’t know the answer to your second question either…” She shrugged her shoulders as she turned slightly away from him. She caught herself in the middle of the act, she was doing it again. The thing that she did when she was feeling insecure and jealous. She hated it, hated how she had become this person that she vowed that she would never be. She made a note to herself that it was something that she would have to work on.

“What are you going to do now that I’ve caught onto your scheme?” she questioned as she singled her brows at him, leaning in for yet again another kiss. Hearing that he would never grow tired of her earned him yet another kiss. Laughter filled her lungs as she pulled pack and looked at him, fingers lightly grazing the side of his face.

She thought about the lingering moment between the two of them as she waited outside his door. She was lucky for what they had, even luckier that he decided that he would be willing to pull up with her bullshit and still love her, even though she knew that must’ve been hard some times. As he stepped out, Amalia stood up straight and took a step towards him. “Mhm, ready if you are.”

ballcst:

Often time, he forgot that not all the agents went on as many field missions as he did. Because of his skill set, he was more inclined to do the physical work while the others worked on how to make his part of the job easier. It wasn’t something he gave much thought to, though he did wonder if they ever got bored doing what they did. He supposed some had their interests and others had their own. Looking at and corrupting codes wasn’t something he was particularly fond of, but he knew that aspect of the job was something enjoyable to others. “Running around getting stuff for the suits. You know how it is.”

Amalia nodded her head slightly. She did know how it was, it seemed like running around and doing busy work for the suits or another agent was all that she ever did anymore. Amalia wasn’t one to complain and she wasn’t going to start now in front of Timeus. Instead she offered a smile as she looked up to him. “It could always been worse, just remember that.” Her answer was very vague and could mean different things to different people. She didn’t feel the need to explain anymore on it, knowing that he would catch on to what she had meant.

#timeus #ballast

ballcst:

“How very convenient,” he says, though the other may have been able to tell by his tone that he wasn’t being very serious, but sarcastic. He wouldn’t have blamed her if she couldn’t as his voice never carried too much tone along with it, but the amount of time they spent together, he wasn’t worried about the miscommunication. The cabins above them are rummaged through, as he swore he had seen some granola the day before, and there was a want to finish it off before someone else would, though there was a possibility that Winnie had gotten to it before he did. “Anything more exciting happen? Besides the loads of paperwork, of course,” he says before he leans against the fridge, giving up on his search.

Amalia hardly acknowledge the man or his reply as she moved her arms over her head and began to stretch. She knew that he wasn’t being serious and that she really shouldn’t think into it too much. Amalia turned her head slightly and watched as he began scrounging through the cabins obviously looking for something. She was going to ask him what it was but decided against it as he apparently had just given up completely. “Not really, no. One of the downsides of not going out in the field as much as some of the other agents. But what am I supposed to do about it?” She shrugged as she lowered her arms back down to her side. “What have you’ve been up to lately?”

#ballast #timeus

agent-fable:

“You said the same thing about my espresso maker.” For you see it wasn’t any espresso maker. It was a handcrafted, twenty-thousand dollar Rancillio Classe 10, smuggled after completing a mission in Milan. A sight to behold, one Hannah bragged relentlessly about before Amalia’s finger prints smudged the pristine silver. She never forgave her since. This? Although a menial offense, one that Hannah was dedicated to pursuing. “I don’t know, was it, Amalia?” She coed sarcastically, grinning ear-to-ear in mock derision. Leaning back against her chair, the brunette casually rolls over and purposely knocks her friend to the side. “Now, where is my circuit board?” Head tilted, the hacker holds the pliers inches from Amalia’s nose. Childish as it may seem, it allowed for relief on tedious days stuck in the lab. Of course, Hannah saw it as less childish and more so honorable.

Amalia rolled her eyes at the mention of the express maker before clearing her throat to defend herself. “I’ve told you for the last time, I did not take your espresso maker either! Why would I when I don’t even make my own coffee half of the time?” She raised a brow as she questioned her friend and awaited her answer. Amalia loved the girl, but some times, much like this one, she was ridiculous and she wasn’t afraid to tell her exactly just that. Amalia caught the subtle eye roll from Hannah and it caused her to lean forward in her chair and lean on the table top. “I didn’t take it, I swear!” Is was getting slightly annoyed that she wouldn’t drop the topic. “Why would I even want your circuit board? I have no use with it, do I?”

#hannah #fable

Come in From The Cold : Malia & Mati

rxgueagent:

Sometimes there was simply no getting around the fact that a lot of the time when he found himself in such close proximity to her all Mati found himself wanting to do was kiss her and do everything in his being to please her. It was an odd contrast to his typical stalwart independence from other people, one which perplexed even him but at the end of the day he’d come to simply accept this as it was. Why? Because she made him better. Took her time to unknowingly fill the cracks time had made in him with an undeserved affection and heal him a little every time. She might not heal him all the way. No, Mati knew he would never heal completely but he’d selfishly accept what she did to ease his struggles.

In turn? He’d devote himself to her, like a knight to his queen; a dog to its master, happy to wait at her every beck and call because it pleased her and knowing she was satisfied in turn pleased him. That was what counted at the end of the day wasn’t it? That this made them both happy? That they both healed a little with every attention they shared. So that was exactly what he did – showed his affection in the small acts like bringing her coffee the way she liked it, remembering important dates, bringing her things back he thought she’d like from missions or complying to almost any request she made of him. Whatever this was went beyond skin-deep or simple physical attraction, it was more intricate than a chemical formula, being with her felt a hell of a lot like healing. The proximity coupled with the familiarity of the situation caused his body to shift and try to fill as much negative space as possible, hands continuing to press the curve of her waist as their lips moved against each other.

It was his turn to chase her lips as she pulled away the loss keenly felt and trying to steal one last kiss only ultimately to fall back against the mattress with a small huff as she spoke. “I can guarantee it was” his voice had dropped into the same tone he tended to adopt when he liked to flirt with her; low with an almost purr to his words hand brushing down the swell of her hip to settle on her thigh with a light scrape of his nails as she tried to silence him with her kisses greedily accepting each and every one of them until he was free to speak once more. “Unless you’re trying to tell me you aren’t the most gorgeous five foot four mamacita I have ever seen, that you don’t wear killer heels, have incredible taste in fashion and you don’t like to take full advantage of the submission I thoroughly enjoy giving to you, then sure… I might believe you.” He grew quiet as she moved her hair out of the way, wanting to once more reach up and run his fingers through it expression open and clearly patient to hear what she wished to ask of him. When she did his head tilted surprise registering on his features, “you really need to ask that? Or do you simply want to hear me say it?” regardless he offered up the truth like he swore to always do “you,” always you, what else would I be thinking of? “also why most guys consider what I enjoy doing for you a chore because I can swear it really isn’t but mostly just the little things I’ve come to admire about you.”

As much as he would’ve liked to have lingered he knew exactly where this path led in the end and if they wanted to do things then they’d have to stop this before they got too carried away. It took him barely any time to dress and before he headed for the door couldn’t help but duck down to steal a final kiss from her lips breaking away just as quickly. He was sporting a smug grin when he checked the corridor was empty before slipping out to get changed.

There was something about laying next to Mati in her bed. There wasn’t any need for either of them to try and talk to fill up the empty air around them. And they didn’t need to do anything special for each other. Just laying there next to each other was good enough, especially for her. Amalia would give her life away just to be able to spend one more day with Mati exactly like this. It was simple, it was easy. She felt safe knowing that he was only a finger tip length away from her. Amalia knew that things weren’t always going to be like this, but why couldn’t she enjoy it now that she had it? She wasn’t sure how much longer she would get with Mati like this, so she planned on not wasting a second of her time with him.

As Mati moved to fill the rest of the open space that they once had between their bodies, Amalia moved and placed her hand on the his chest as his own hands wrapped around her waist. She couldn’t help but smile as their bodies were close enough that she could feel his heartbeat pounding steadily as she laid against him. It was one of the few reminders that he was real, that they were real and this wasn’t something that she was dreaming up only to wake up in the morning and realize that she had made it all up. What the two of my shared was too much to not be real. Each cared about the other more so than they did about their own lives, that much was clear by their actions. And even though they wouldn’t admit it to other people or each other, she knew that she would never have anything like this ever again. Everything else would fall short, no one would ever be Mati. And that’s how she knew that she was a goner. She was completely his’ now.

Their lips hovered over each other as Malia pulled back but Mati ultimately opened the space between them as he leaned back on the mattress moaning to himself. Malia moved so that while his back was on the mattress, she propped herself up against him and looked down at him as she spoke. Her fingers reaching down the stroke the side of his face. “Oh can you?” She questioned him with a little smirk on her face as she continued doing what she had been. As he continued on bluntly describing her, she couldn’t help but shrug her shoulders. “I wouldn’t be able to tell you what you think. Hell, maybe there’s some other mamacita that you’ve seen before that I don’t know about. Maybe it’s her that you’re talking about. But I can agree with you on all the other things. I do what killer heels thanks to a special someone who brings me them back when they’re sent on missions. And I do thoroughly enjoying taking advantage of the submission you allow me. Maybe even more than I should….” Her voice trailed off as she leaned down to take his lips into her own and give him a brief kiss before leaning back up. Having him question whether she actually didn’t know or if she just wanted him to hear it made her realize that he was clearly onto her and her game. “Does it really matter which one it is? You’re going to tell me anyways.” She made a good point as her lips twisted into a grin and her hand moved to lay on gently on his neck. “Don’t you ever get tired of it?” Her voice wandered off with her question as she looked down at him, lightly biting on her lip.

Amalia continued to keep the pressure on her bottom lip until he leaned down to quickly kissed her and exited her room. She sat there for a moment before she followed his motion and rolled out of her bed and made her way over to the dresser to slip on a new pair of underwear and eventually a pair of shorts and a sports bra. As she walked over to put on a pair of her tennis shoes, her fingers worked to pull her hair up into a pony tail. She found herself rushing to get ready knowing that Mati waited just on the other side of the wall for her. Slipping out of her bedroom door she leaned against the wall, waiting for Mati to come out from his room.

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Breathing Through Corrupted Lungs : Nate & Malia

Nathan moved through the days in a fog.

How he’d managed to get through the last week and a half was beyond him. Mind and body alike on autopilot, cruising through motions trying to do so mindlessly because if he thought about the sights he’d seen aboard that plane a part of him knew he’d shut down. Which explained why he had retreated entirely from the other agents and thrown himself entirely into his work in the garage, not stopping to take a break, barely eating without feeling or even being ill, unable to sleep without the haunting images of her ghost waking him in a cold sweat… Usually he could detach himself from the loss of an agent and yet this time it felt like his whole world had come crashing down with a few words.

Noelle’s blank lifeless eyes lingered in every waking and resting moment he tried to find. No place offered solitude from the weight of what had happened or being the one to have to write up a report on just how they’d hollowed her skull entirely; carving away not only her life but one of the greatest aspects of her– her mind until she was, what? An empty socket to plug their wires and experiments into to their own satisfaction….

Nathan had been back verging on 48 hours now, written up his report, submitted it and retreated to his own personal space only emerging when hunger forced him to try and eat or drink something. Today he was in the garage again, bent over a quad-copter with a set of microscope glasses propped on his nose and trying to fiddle with the electronics within it. The sight would have been no different from any other normal day before when he came here to work, yet instead of a calm composure and sure, steady movements the shift of his hands was frustrated borderline aggressive even.

It was part way through this task that a wave of memories and images dredged themselves up and flashed through his mind’s eye causing his already restless hands to tremble, nausea to settle in his stomach and his ears to ring as the tools in his grasp slipped clattering to the table forgotten. His hands shifted to press against his face his body swaying a little, breaths growing faster and shallower, dizziness overcoming him and yet it wasn’t his head that was spinning but the entire world around him. Apparently fatigue and barely eating anything was catching up to him. This isn’t real. None of this is real. I’ll wake up soon won’t I? Too deprived of energy to function coherently Nathan could barely even register the fact that the tech he’d been working on moments prior had erupted in a set of sparks and ignited itself on the workbench infront of him, flames licking up its side and causing the paint on the RC device to bubble and blister away in a small cloud of acidic smoke whilst the final memory he had of loading Noelle’s body into the crematorium became stuck on repeat in his mind.

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It seemed almost as if they could never escape this feeling, the feeling of loss. Just when everyone was slowly starting to get back to the way things were before the loss of Oracle. It seemed that even for that little bit of time that everything was going to be fine again, that they were going to be okay. But than reality hit and the news about Noelle was broadcasted throughout the entire castle. She could never forget the moment that she found out that another agent had died. The pain that twisted inside her body that she than felt guilty about considering she was nothing to Noelle compared to some of the other agents. She wasn’t supposed to feel like this over someone she hardly knew. And that’s exactly what she did, she stopped feeling. Amalia shut down after she heard the news of the death of another agent. They were the best of the best, at least they were supposed to be. And now with another death of an agent not even two months apart, she wasn’t sure if they could really call themselves that anymore.

So Amalia decided that from here on out she wasn’t going to mourn the lost of their fallen agents, what would she get from that? Instead, she would throw herself into her work, not even thinking twice about it. There was so much on the line for them and she was going to make sure that she was doing as she could to make sure that they didn’t loose another agent. The sound of her heels echoed throughout the hallway as she carried a few of her files close to her chest and was making her way down to the lab. She hardly looked at any of the people that she past, she knew that if she saw the looks that laid on her faces that she would feel bad and would want to stop and help them until they were okay again. She couldn’t do, she couldn’t mother people again. She had been doing exactly that for so long already and now all she wanted to do was what she was brought here to do in the first place.

Amalia turned the corner and was made her way into the garage to retrieve a few items before she found herself locked in the lab for hours at end. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Nate hard at work. Amalia told herself not to look at him otherwise she’d find herself trying to help him. Instead she continued on to grab the things she came for and would be on her way out. It was then that out of the corner of her eyes that she saw the flames go up. Turning quickly to look at the agent and realizing that he wasn’t doing anything to stop it, Amalia dropped her folders and reached for a fire extinguisher that was mounted on the wall before running over to the other agent to quickly put out the flames.

It took a little bit of work but eventually the flame was put out and Amalia sighed as she dropped the empty extinguisher on the ground and turned to look over at Nate. He looked like shit, anyone could tell that. Amalia couldn’t stop herself as she reached out to touch his shoulder, trying her best not to startle him. “Nathan? Are you okay?” She asked in a soft voice, looking up to him and seeing that he clearly wasn’t himself. “Nathan, look at me?”

#nathan #hypoxia

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agent-calico:

“You’re so right Amalia.” Winnie smirked at the agent, her voice dripping with sarcasm. It was clear the two were not friendly, and frankly Winnie was jealous of her fellow agent. One of many reasons Winnie acted the way she did. “We all were brought here for certain reasons. But it must say something to be so…old here.” She shrugged, dropping her gaze to the ID’s and then sliding them back into her pockets. “Aren’t we so lucky to have someone as smart as you around?” She feigned kindness, placing her hand on her heart. She didn’t grow up with southern charm for nothing.

The tone of the voice was enough for Amalia to roll her eyes, but instead, she bit down on her bottom lip choosing to fight her initial instinct. “Usually am...” But Amalia was cut off by the other comment that Winnie had made. If looks could had killed, Winnie would’ve been dead. The daggers Amalia shot her should’ve been enough, but she still found herself needing to reply. “Means I’m smart enough to keep myself alive after all this time.” Her voice trailed off as she looked over the agent. “I should be the lucky one around here, I mean after all this aging, I’m still doing as well, if not better, than some of you agents who are in your prime. I mean if you’re doing the best work that you’ll ever be able to do now and I’m still at the level after all these years, I guess I’m not doing too bad.”

#winnie #calico

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“You’re going to tell me where you put my circuit boards right now.” Insists Hannah threateningly, finger pointed towards Amalia in an aggravated tone. It was common for the pair to interact with heavy anecdotes such as these, especially when they opted to share laboratory space. It was as probable as agents waking up in the middle of the night; Hannah and Amalia trading speaking bluntly and without falsity. Just as easily as they traded insults, they shared grins and whispers about recent happenings within the Castle. A friendship forged when they were first recruited, solidified through months of training and established in their near ten years as agents. They reached a point of symbiosis, almost. They spoke without words; with one quirk of a brow, Hannah knew what to think or what to say. “Honestly, you’re such a child.” She quips, raising a pair of pliers and purposely pinching Amalia’s finger with it. A self-satisfied grin perches on her face, twirling the pliers in her fingers. “And there’s more where that came from.”

Amalia hardly looked at the woman as she pointed her finger at her, she was far too busy in her own work to stop and amuse the woman. Though her eyes scanned the papers in front of her, she couldn’t help but smirk, the one thing that would give her and her plan away to the agent. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I would never touch your circuit board. Maybe ask Logan?” she suggested as she turned around in her chair reaching for a folder but also to mask the small laughter that escaped her lips. She knew it wouldn’t be much longer until Hannah grew upset and she would have to give in and giver her the board back, but until then, Malia was going to enjoy this as much as she could. As Hannah continued to talk, Malia continued to keep up the act as she finished her work. It wasn’t until she felt the pliers at her fingers that she finally acknowledged the other agent. “What the fuck Hannah?” She exclaimed as her free hand reached for the one that had been pinched and pulled it closer to her chest and to keep it out of reach of the pliers again. “Was that really necessary?”

#hannah #fable

Come in From The Cold : Malia & Mati

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It was only around her that Matias ended up behaving this way, what it was that triggered it he couldn’t say not that he’d ever really attempted to hunt down and pinpoint the reason. He knew that covering his face wouldn’t be enough to get her to stop, but it gave him a reprieve from her stern look long enough to try and get his thoughts together without any other untoward thoughts creeping into his mind. His hand ended up coming down to fiddled with the cross hanging idly around his neck, fingering the cool metal gently as he looked up at her and his attention betraying just what he wanted to do. He could feel the tension held coiled like a spring ready to break, the effort of holding back, of not pulling her against him and kissing her just the way he wanted to. Ultimately, his resolve broke and he leaned up to catch her lips in a deep kiss. And that was it. His mouth lingering on hers, teeth grazing her lower lip, palm squeezing her waist allowing all the reasons he thought her perfect to break through, like water pouring through a broken dam.

Mati had come to the same realisation a while ago, and although it had caused him to immediately distance himself from her ultimately there was no way for him to sustain it and he couldn’t help but be dragged right back into her gravity. He’d never tried to fight it since then, it was what it was and nothing would change it regardless of what they discussed here. This was a safe space for the both of them, a place to ease off their armour and simply recuperate. The touch of his fingers flattened into the weight of his palm as he let his entire hand settle down on her skin, the patch of skin in the dead centre of his palm pressuring into the smooth curve of her hip. There was no missing the challenging look, a look he always found himself admiring when he was fixed to the spot by it.

“Uh– You did every time you questioned what I was doing and after when you fell to the mattress utterly boneless and speaking utter gibberish from my attentions” a small smile crept onto his lips as he kept himself propped up on his side. “Hm, I vaguely recall a certain someone coming to my room and slamming me into the wall whilst questioning why I kept sending provocative texts before proceeding to kiss the hell out of me. Really, you put yourself in this position, I simply like pleasing you over” a pause “and over” another pause “and over again.” Despite the provocation of his words it was still light both making a point and a light tease but when she admitted to not having any idea what was going on in his head he studied her curiously “Guess you’ll have to ask me then.“ It was only fair he allow her the opportunity to ask if she wished, he did it enough himself it would be unfair to deny her the chance to learn in kind.

His features twisted a little sadly, as much as they could try to deny it at the end of the day this was the truth of their lives. Perhaps the term was vague but it was the nearest and most accurate word he could find to apply to them, yes they were mission partners but they were also partners in other aspects of their lives… Sharing each other’s personal baggage and being there when the other needed them to be. He could tell she was overthinking what he’d said, the slight vacancy in her expression whilst she typically turned his words over a sign to that and part of the reason why he decided to interrupt them with a kiss grinning as she sought him out as he drew back. “Mm— Okay,” he lingered for a few moments longer before rolling off the bed and stretching out his body, cranking his neck as he went to grab his clothes that had been haphazardly tossed every which way the night before pulling them on as he went. “I’ll meet you outside, sí?”

He caught her off guard as her eyes lifted from where they had drifted off to to see him pulling her in for a kiss. Just like she had always did when ever it came to Matías, Amalia relaxed under his touched and found herself falling under that spell that he seemed to always cast over her. His hands pushed on her waist as she found her body inching closer and closer to him, closing any pen space that they might had shared between the two of them. Amalia brought her hand up to his face and held him close as their lips continued to work and move together as one. This kiss wasn’t as rushed and aggressive as some of the other ones that they had shared, but there was still some tension and pressure there, something that Amalia believed that they would always share between each other. No matter how old they got or how long they would be together, she knew that this would never change between the two of them, this feeling that she had as their bodies were pressed together and they became one person. It was infinite, it was timeless.

It was his words that caused her to pull back and look up to him. She couldn’t help but narrow her eyes more and more as Mati proved his point. “Hmm, that doesn’t sound like me at all. Are you sure you’re not thinking of another agent? Maybe one of the other ones that come around your room all the time?” With each pause he took, she found herself giving an over exaggerated sigh that quickly turned into a laugh as he drew out his sentence to only prove his point. In hopes of trying to stop him, she leaned forward a kissed him a few times over before pulling back with a look of satisfaction. She lazily flipped her hair to one side of her face as he told her that knowing what he was thinking was as easy as just asking him. Amalia looked over his face to see whether or not he was being serious before she gave in and just asked. “Tell me, what are you thinking about? Right now.” She could’ve left it there, that answer would’ve been more than enough for her, but she found herself continuing to question him. “And all those times when you start smiling out of nowhere, what are you thinking about then?” Part of her expected him to give her an answer such as his work or something along those lines, but the other half of her knew better than that. But she still wanted to hear him say it himself.

Before Malia could get too lost in her overthinking, they were wrapped up in another kiss and she found herself thinking of nothing other than just that. It was moments like this when she realized that he knew her better than she thought he did. He knew exactly what was going on in her head, knew what she was about to do. And rather allow her to do just that, he would interrupt with a kiss, something he knew would cause her to focus on nothing other than him. It was smart, he was smart, Amalia thought as he pulled back and she remained in his arms. They were going to have to leave eventually, especially now that they were planning on going on a run, but she couldn’t help but want to stay here a little bit longer, even if it was only just a minute. But she had held him up long enough and gave in as she released him from her grip as she watched him get of the bed and gather his belongings. She nodded her head at his question before shortly doing just the same as he had.