[ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷, ] 𝙷𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚄𝙶𝙻𝚈 𝙸𝙽 𝙸𝚃𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵, 𝙸𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝚃𝙾 [ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙺𝙴𝚁 ] 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚃. BENOIT BLANC, WORLD-CLASS PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR. NARRATED BY BREN.

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[ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷, ] 𝙷𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚄𝙶𝙻𝚈 𝙸𝙽 𝙸𝚃𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵, 𝙸𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝚃𝙾 [ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙺𝙴𝚁 ] 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚃. BENOIT BLANC, WORLD-CLASS PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR. NARRATED BY BREN.
© 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙷𝙴 ? 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙷𝙴 ? 𝚆𝙷𝙾 ?
𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊. indie canon-divergent agent whiskey from kingsman. lassoed by bren.
i can’t see how anything lasting nineteen seconds could allow for sexual gratification. ©
whenever i remember how many parallels there are between benoit and count olaf i simultaneously gain and lose energy
AN ORIGINAL ARCHAEOLOGIST ON THE HUNT FOR LOST TREASURE
this fuckin movie
not me wanting to make a gregorio cortez blog after watching spy kids
[ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷, ] 𝙷𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚄𝙶𝙻𝚈 𝙸𝙽 𝙸𝚃𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵, 𝙸𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝚃𝙾 [ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙺𝙴𝚁 ] 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚃. BENOIT BLANC, WORLD-CLASS PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR. NARRATED BY BREN.
dunnithole:
it’s time to rewatch masterpiece spy kids (2001)
19 years later and it still holds up
it's time to rewatch masterpiece spy kids (2001)
* shawky,
AND THERE’S HIS CUE . while shawky never wants to babble on endlessly , he is far too consumed in his excitement to keep himself restrained . occasionally glancing back at benoit , shawky explains the hieroglyphs , fingertips ghosting across symbols he could reach . after what must be ages , he finally finishes his enthusiastic ramblings , grinning back at benoit with a sparkle in his eye . ❝ … and that’s the story of the invasion of egypt by the king of nubia . fascinating stuff . ❞
❝ WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF EGYPT ? this isn’t your first visit , i’d imagine . ❞ finally backing up , he stands alongside his companion and crosses his arms . ❝ and what do you think of the trip so far ? this cruise was a great idea . i’m glad you invited me . though i’m surprised was i your first choice ? ❞
benoit makes an effort to listen, if only because he had asked for it. resigning himself to silence, his eyes accompany the hieroglyphs that pertained to shawky's narration, a crease upon his brow as he assimilated the story. it was not boring, at least. something worth keeping in mind, he imagines. knowledge was never exceeding any limits he could think of. ❛ hm. ❜ murmurs the detective, a non-committal noise. ❛ indeed. ❜ despite the word being one of agreement, it takes much the same tone as his hum.
❛ i've had work take me to cairo a couple of times, but this would be my first recreational visit. ❜ alas, he was significantly less enthralled by being there without some infamous art thief to chase down. ❛ i think it's uneventful, to be quite honest with you. i suppose i'm used to some more excitement. ❜ of the dangerous variety, though that goes without saying. ❛ it's the real shame about my profession, everything else seems dull. ❜ he does seem regretful about it, to his merit. ❛ well, you were among the top three, if that makes you feel any better. ❜ he offers shawky a smile rather than confessing that his first had been busy.
* perdurant,
how she’d have liked to have seen the shift in his expression upon her touching his leg , but still having to maintain 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝙸𝚁𝚂 means she’d ensured her visible attentions were firmly elsewhere — namely the specials that their steward reeled off and to whom she’d issue her order . naturally , the glass of wine on her left too shall find itself restored soon enough .
once it’s Blanc’s turn , her gaze returns to his , there being a minute shift in her expression upon his ( somewhat ) covert reciprocation of her own affections ; it’s subtle , the kind most might not notice , but Lady Croft knew he surely must , be it in the fractional upturn of her lips or the way her chin rises just a tad . ❛ that will be all , thank you . ❜ her voice doesn’t waver .
unaware of their spectators ( though unlikely to have cared at any rate ) whom watched the shifting table cloth with a pair of increasingly SCANDALISED expressions , the Countess’ foot lowered down the Sleuth’s leg so as to quietly slip her shoe off . then , swathed in its silk stocking , her foot returned its attentions to his ankle before rising further up his leg .
❛ how long do you suppose your case shall be keeping you in Istanbul ? ❜ she asked , pausing just short of his knee .
one thing he had failed to detect about the lady croft was how unapologetic she was over getting what she wanted. or, rather, what he'd failed to predict was how deep her determination ran. yet one more thing about her that blanc admired, and in this one particular stance, enjoyed very much.
it's impossible for him to drag his eyes away from her, even in the presence of the steward. his fascination was such that he did not fail to notice even the most subtle changes of her features; the different shape of her lips, the angle of her chin. his own eyes darkened while drinking in the sight, finding that he'd been parched until that moment.
he feels the unmistakable touch of silk against his leg, knowing she must have rid herself of that extra layer between them provided by her shoe. blanc would have called off the dinner right now if he wasn't so taken with the game. he gives her this move, knees moving further apart by a few inches.
❛ difficult to say. ❜ he puts particular effort into making his voice even. ❛ it all depends on the willingness of the locals in a case like this. some talk easily, some are more restrained. ❜ there's a touch of disdain for the last word, showing her he did not care for it. ❛ i'll have a better idea once i get there. ❜ or once he'd gotten a hold of napier, which had not happened as soon as he'd expected ––– still, he won't complain about it now. ❛ what about you? how long are you planning on staying there? ❜
* mqryalice,
‘Oh yes, because remaining suspended midair after jumping is no where near as far fetched’. Her lips curve in a quick smile, and she shakes her head slightly. ‘You mustn’t care that much if someone sees you, if that’s the best you can do’.
❛ Yeah? So what? You actually believe you saw a regular, very handsome human man flying? That makes no sense, dear. ❜
* perdurant,
her eyes rolled at his attempt to rush her as , carefully so as not to cause a tear , stockings were stretched up her legs and girdle was zipped to hug her hips . clearly , the process of getting dressed with quite so many layers was hardly ever going to be a quick task , each of which the sleuth had certainly gotten more INTIMATELY FAMILIAR with than was precisely appropriate .
soon , though perhaps not soon enough for the other’s liking , feet are slipped into a pair of shoes and glasses are left to dangle from their chain around her neck , the finishing touches before she makes for the cabin exit , she decidedly leading the charge after quite firmly enquiring ; ❛ well ? ❜
it really was a testament to his fondness for her how patient he was being. his foot only tapped lightly against the room's floor. normally, he'd be much louder in the action. or not have hung about to wait for her at all. alas, there he was, being a perfect gentleman.
and before he opens his mouth to break that illusion altogether and call for her attention again, she appears and takes the lead. he smiles silently to himself as the woman charges ahead, her back to him. ❛ well. ❜ he replies, catching up to her and giving her outfit a once-over. ❛ very nice colour. ❜ he compliments, not before picking up his step and leading them towards the place he'd been informed the body would be at.
❛ needless to say, you cannot tell anyone about what you see here. the officers have entrusted me with the case and i'm entrusting you with staying discrete. ❜ he spares her a glance from over his shoulder. ❛ he's in here. ❜ announces the detective, right before turning the corner that led to the sight of the linen closet, and the body of the man lying down lifeless right across from it.
Agatha Christie’s Poirot (1989 - 2013) Season 13, Episode 1: Elephants Can Remember David Suchet as Hercule Poirot
* mqryalice,
She laughs, unable to deny that she enjoys the easiness between them. It’s rather remarkable, considering she knows he’s not who he says he is. Not that he knows that, of course. ‘She’s always a little threatened by pretty people’. Her eyebrows shoot up at his words, and her smile turns somewhat sly. ‘Oh? You must be an excellent liar, then’. She reaches into her bag, making a show of searching for her phone, retrieving her Agatha Christie novel and placing it on the table beside her as she does. ‘I could use a little help with my poker face’, she says, finally retrieving her phone and pulling up her calendar. ‘If you wouldn’t mind showing me’.
Blanc smiles rather openly at the compliment, never one to hide how much he enjoyed hearing praise. Though he says nothing, his expression alone confirms that he agrees with the statement. ❛ She doesn't like you either, I take it? ❜ He says, choosing to repay the favour in kind. Wearing modesty rather ill-fittingly, he chuckles and shrugs his shoulders. ❛ Oh, I wouldn't go that far ––– ❜ His stream of amusement is cut abruptly as he sees the book she's removed from her purse. Knowing the title all too well, Mr. Marple's eyebrows arch and a momentary flash of concern crosses his features while Mary Alice looks through her things. He recovers his disposition as her attention returns to him. ❛ Would you like to play me, then? ❜ It takes him a fraction of a second to think of the answer, a moment too long in his book. ❛ Let's schedule a day. ❜ He can't help but looking back at the novel. ❛ You reading that? ❜