I couldn't care less what you admire.

Samar Navabi. Agent of Mossad and of the FBI. I have a pretty face, but don't let that fool you. I'm not someone you want on your bad side. Neutral Good. An expert interrogator, a skilled tracker, a dedicated agent and a loyal friend. Also an assassin at times. ((Indie Samar Navabi from the Blacklist. Slightly canon divergent after 4x22 and completely canon divergent after 6x12. Established May 20th, 2015. Please read rules, about and important before interacting.))

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“Of course!” Dembe thought the offer had been quite obvious in this regard, but he could tell that the misunderstanding was coming from a place of modesty. It had taken him a long time to get past this himself. In the beginning, after Raymond had freed him, every kindness had been met with suspicion on his part. It had taken a lot of time and patience to get rid of those feelings, but he still felt that modesty.

“All you need to do is tell me when it would be convenient for you and I arrange to rest.” 

Samar had grown more used to people doing things for her without wanting something in return since joining up with Mossad, and later with the task force. But thanks to everything she had endured in her life, her first instinct was still to question what the other person would want in return for showing her this kindness. But with him, she didn’t get that feeling. And it was nice.

“I’ll have to get back to you on my availability.” She told him.

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With a gentle touch to the small on Samar’s back, Dembe led her to the dining table. “Nothing fancy!” he grinned. “Just a Lasagne.” He wanted to make something he could leave in the oven while picking her up, Something that would not steal his time away from his guest. The salat accompanying the main meal was already standing on the table.

“What can I get you to drink?” he asked, pulling a chair out for her. The tall man was glad that she felt comfortable in his home, wishing for the night to go well. Then again, it had started way better than he had ever expected or dared to hope.

Samar shivered a little at the touch of his hand on the small of her back, but she didn’t make any moves to step away. It felt nice and his hand was warm, the gesture was just intimate enough to startle her. “Well, it smells fantastic, so i’m sure it’ll be great.” She told him.

“Thank you.” She said with a beaming grin when he pulled her chair out for her, and she swept her hands under the skirt of her dress as she sat down. “Water is fine, thank you.”

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Samar was sitting in the cafe, waiting for Barry. They'd planned this a while ago, but now that it was actually happening she could barely stay still. She was excited to have coffee with him.

The traffic had been absolutely horrendous, so Barry was late getting to his date. If he could call it that. It was just coffee, he told himself. Nothing special. Barry texted Samar to keep her updated and his driver finally managed to get the car up to the curb so he could hop out and get inside. 

“Sorry, I’m late. I have no idea what’s going on but the roads are a nightmare right now.”

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“Hard Carbon,” he uttered, scowling slightly. “It’s a play on the fact that diamonds are just carbon squeezed for a few million years. I can’t remember the author, but I’m pretty sure it’s a nom de plume anyway. I think it was written by a guy using a female sounding name on the cover.”

That didn’t sound familiar, which meant it was probably from a genre she didn’t reach for or actively seek out. But from the way he explained it, it did sound interesting. “Huh. Usually you see that happening the other way around. A woman using the pen name of a man. That’s interesting.”

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Samar was sitting in the cafe, waiting for Barry. They'd planned this a while ago, but now that it was actually happening she could barely stay still. She was excited to have coffee with him.

The traffic had been absolutely horrendous, so Barry was late getting to his date. If he could call it that. It was just coffee, he told himself. Nothing special. Barry texted Samar to keep her updated and his driver finally managed to get the car up to the curb so he could hop out and get inside. 

“Sorry, I’m late. I have no idea what’s going on but the roads are a nightmare right now.”

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“Oh, um, I have a subscription to a book club. I get an assortment of themed books. At the moment I have a strange murder mystery where a woman inherits a house from an aunt and she was suppose to have been heir to a diamond mine or something. Rumor had it the old lady has a stash of stones in the house but no one ever found them. A shady guy buys the place next door and keeps breaking into the house to look for clues.”

Samar listened intently. She was genuinely interested in what it was he was talking about, and not just because he himself also seemed to genuinely enjoy talking about it. “That sounds like an interesting book. What’s it called?” She asked, having never heard of it before. But then she didn’t really go for mystery books. Her line of work was mysterious enough as it was, and she had no desire to add to that by reading about more in her off time.

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Road Trip || Samar and Bastet

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               Bastet sat up in the cat seat patiently and calmly. Most cats would be hysterical right now with their mangled meows and trying to claw the seats because they were anxious. She might have been the calmest cat to grace a car. She knew the drive would be long for Samar who really was going out of her way. She might as well behave and not act so mischievous as she could.

Samar was definitely puzzled by how calm Bastet was. There was more going on than she knew at this present moment, of that she was almost positive. But she couldn’t exactly expect the cat to answer her, so for now she’d keep her questions to herself. The more well behaved Bastet was throughout the trip, the easier it would be on her-she’d never driven so far before. And sure, she could take a plane but she didn’t have a carrier for Bastet. So a car it was. She turned on the radio for background noise.

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          At her reaction, Blaine couldn’t help smiling. No one could resist cute animals. At least no one with a heart. “Thank you so much. I’m working on moving into a bigger place so he can have his own room. Shouldn’t take longer than a week or so before I can finally take him home with me.” Ravi and Liv would have a fit if they knew he’d kept the dog, but what they didn’t know didn’t hurt Blaine.

          As he continued to straighten the room and hand over a few more toys and treats, he glanced back to her. “Is there any way I can thank you? You like coffee? Tea? Maybe dinner at a nice place?” The dog just so happened to bark at that moment. “See, even he approves that you should be thanked with food.”

Samar found that she believed him when he said he was working on moving into a new place, and that it ‘shouldn’t take longer than a week or so’. She watched him get back to organizing the basement and handing the dog several more treats and toys, and turned to leave. “All right, well, I’ll leave you to it then.” She said, glancing back at him over her shoulder.  And then he was looking back at her, offering to treat her. Her eyes widened a little. “Well, tea sounds great.” She said. Dinner did too, she hadn’t eaten yet. But she wasn’t about to say this.

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He grinned like a cat that got the cream, happy that she was so enthusiastic about his invitation.

“It depends. I have to look up the price if you want to join one of the courses. If we decide to do a private lesson, just the two of us, we only have the cost of the training room. I have it booked once a week. We can split the cost for that,” he explained, understanding her wish to contribute.

Dembe had such a nice smile that every time he fired one her way, her stomach did the slightest flip. “I don’t know if I want to join one of the courses.” She said in admittance. And then he continued speaking and she looked over at him. “You’d do a private lesson? For me?” She asked, somewhat shocked by this, though she didn’t exactly know why she was shocked. He was a nice guy.

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The open door on the top of the stairs led to a small, softly lit hallway. It offered a free view of what seemed to be the living room, furnished simply but comfortably. One wall was cover by bookshelves containing a wide variety of books, board games, and framed pictures. Some of the pictures and decor was indicating his African heritage., but nothing was too on the nose.

A comfy looking dark green couch in front of a TV and a dining table completed the look. The table was adorned with a white table cloth, candles, and a vase, filled with the same black tulips, Dembe had given to Samar earlier.

Next to the living room was an open kitchen. A delicious smell was coming from the pots standing on the oven.

“It has been a while for me too!” Dembe admitted. “Let me know if I can do anything to make you feel at home!”

Samar immediately felt comforted and safe when she stepped into the softly lit hallway. He’d clearly put a lot of effort into decorating his home in a way that felt like him, and made him happy. His was much more decorated and full than hers was. But of course, she didn’t say this. She inhaled deeply as the smell of something absolutely delicious reached her nose. “Wow.” She breathed. “that smells amazing. What is it?”

“I’ll be sure to do that.” She told him with a warm. “but honestly? I felt at home just walking in, so you’re off to a good start.”

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Samar was sitting in the cafe, waiting for Barry. They'd planned this a while ago, but now that it was actually happening she could barely stay still. She was excited to have coffee with him.

The traffic had been absolutely horrendous, so Barry was late getting to his date. If he could call it that. It was just coffee, he told himself. Nothing special. Barry texted Samar to keep her updated and his driver finally managed to get the car up to the curb so he could hop out and get inside. 

“Sorry, I’m late. I have no idea what’s going on but the roads are a nightmare right now.”

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“Hey! Frustration with rom-coms is something we can definitely relate to,” Barry happily said, enthusiasm clearly rising. “What about books? What do you like to read?”

Samar smiled at his reaction. He seemed to be getting much more relaxed now, and she was glad of that. “Oh, I love to read.” She said eagerly, resting her arms on the table to better talk with him. “I have The Count of Monte Cristo on my bedside table right now. What about you?”

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“You should learn to take a compliment, my dear!” A motherly smile on her face, wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, Ostara leaned over and put her hand on top of Samar’s. Her touch was soft and reassuring, the power she bestowed with it palpable. Hers were healer’s hand, hands that brought life and comfort.

It was not difficult for Ostara to see that it would be hard for the other to talk about her life. “You don’t need to tell me anything if it’s too hard for you. I was just curious. Do you have any more questions for me instead?”

Samar felt herself relax a little as Ostara placed a hand on top of hers. She half wondered if that was the goddess’ abilities at work, and then decided she wouldn’t be at all surprised if that was in fact the case. She got the feeling that she was safe with Ostara, and that was a deeply comforting feeling, if not one that was also destabilizing.

“I mean, I’m okay sharing some things. But some of those wounds still feel fresh despite having happened years ago.” She admitted. “And honestly, no. I don’t have any more questions for you at the moment.”

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Samar was sitting in the cafe, waiting for Barry. They'd planned this a while ago, but now that it was actually happening she could barely stay still. She was excited to have coffee with him.

The traffic had been absolutely horrendous, so Barry was late getting to his date. If he could call it that. It was just coffee, he told himself. Nothing special. Barry texted Samar to keep her updated and his driver finally managed to get the car up to the curb so he could hop out and get inside. 

“Sorry, I’m late. I have no idea what’s going on but the roads are a nightmare right now.”

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Barry shook his head. “I don’t have one either. I have favorite genres. Fantasy. Sci-fi. Comedies, but they have to be absolutely absurd or really smart. I wish more rom-coms were better than they are. The men in them all seem to be absolute jerks who just pester the women into finally dating them.” He wrinkled his nose. 

Samar nodded in agreement. “I completely agree.” She said once he had finished talking. “I mean, sometimes I just want to watch a romantic comedy, but all the male leads are completely annoying and insufferable. The pushy behavior is not entertaining at all.” But maybe that was because she kind of had experience with a pushy man in her life.

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Dembe was tempted to tell her that they had started with Tai Chi because the doctor had ordered Raymond to exercise more. His brother found walking alone to tedious, so he had looked for something more exciting but not too demanding. Raymond would not want him to violate his trust like this, but he didn’t want to lie to Samar.

“I discovered it during a business trip to Brazil,” he started to tell instead. “I wanted to learn how to do it the moment I saw it for the first time. That was about 10 years ago. If you like, I can take you to a training session sometime.” 

Samar nodded as she listened to how he had discovered it for the first time. And when he said it had been about ten years ago, she realized that he was actually a fair bit older than she was. That wasn’t a deterrent, of course, just something she had never factored in until now. And it didn’t currently change anything in regards to her feelings about him, either.

“That would be fantastic.” She said immediately when he told her that he could take her to a training session if she wanted. “How much is it, because I definitely want to pay for the session, if that’s possible.”

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It seemed like nothing could wipe the smile off his face this evening, Dembe thought as he led Samar up to the front door. There were no lights on on the ground floor, but he had not expected any. Isabella had told him that she and Elle were out this evening. The only light shining was the one he had left on in his own apartment on the second floor.

“I bought this house about a year ago!” The front door opened to a small hallway with a narrow staircase. “My apartment is upstairs.” He pointed up, indicating for her to go up first.   

Samar walked with him up to his front door. She made a mental note later to ask if anyone lived in the apartment under his, if it didn’t come up in their conversation on its own. She listened as he said that he’d bought the house a year ago, and gave a smile and a playful curtsy as he let her go first. Which she promptly did. “Thank you.” She said. “It’s been a while since I’ve been on any kind of date that wasn’t for a job.”

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Road Trip || Samar and Bastet

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elastixhearts‌:

               A cat should have been secure in some type of carrier but it would seem that Samar trusted her to remain calm in the front seat and not start climbing around the interior of the car. She wouldn’t, of course, as she was a woman of manners and that stretched into her feline form as well. Bastet sat down in the seat calm and still when she was placed down and let her eyes follow Samar around the car before the woman climbed into her own seat. This would be an interesting ride.

Samar started up her car and pulled out of her parking spot. She had the funeral parlor punched into her GPS just so she knew where she was going. Sure she could’ve just punched in Cairo, Illinois, but that wouldn’t do her much good if she didn’t know where in Cairo that she’d need to take Bastet. One step at a time, though. “Get comfortable, it’s going to be a long ride.” She told the cat. “Of course, we’ll stop to feed you and give you water.” By this point, she was used to talking to the cat like she could understand what Samar was saying.

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“That was very kind of you. Letting a stranger in your home and helping them. It tells a lot about your character already!” Ostara had always looked favorable to those being hospitable, even as a goddess manly related to fertility and rebirth. Her feast had always been a time for companionship and family. It was about bringing people together to celebrate their victory over winter. A victory mostly gained by working together. This facet of her day was now forgotten. Those who still celebrated eastern didn’t know the hardship their ancestors had to get through winter. Ostara found delight that there was still kindness in the world even without those burdens.

The goddess took another sip of her tea, contemplating at her age for another moment. “I rather really old or younger than most think,” she answered mysteriously, but there was no straight answer to this questions Ostara thought.

“I guess a story is best told from the beginning, don’t you think?” A look out of the window told her that she would be here for a while. The weather did not seem to be getting any better, and getting here had been demanding.

Samar smiled gently. She’d been told this a couple of times, but she never got used to hearing someone compliment her character-especially given all the bad things that she’d done. But she had only done those because a higher up had told her to (except for one instance but she didn’t like to think about that very often). The answer about her age didn’t make much sense, but Samar nodded anyway, deciding to leave it alone as she took another sip of her coffee.

“Well, I was born in Tehran and lived there until I was thirteen.” She started simply, trying to compose herself enough to continue telling her story.

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Her mention of soccer reminded him of his siblings. They would play the game with a ball his mother had stitched for them out of old rags. It’s was one of the few memories he still had of his siblings. Later during his time in South Sudan, he would sometimes play soccer with the boys from the village.

“I do Capoeira in a small studio in Arlington, and Raymond and I have started doing Tai Chi a few weeks ago.” 

Samar’s eyes widened when he said he did Capoeira. “That’s awesome.” She said sincerely, and she meant it. And she felt herself smile wider when he mentioned what himself and Reddington had started doing. “Reddington doesn’t really strike me as the ‘Tai Chi’ type of person, or the ‘active’ person at all, but I guess you don’t really know someone, huh?” The question was more rhetorical than anything else. Her phone was silent in her pocket, which she was glad about because this was a nice conversation. He was great company.