code name: ICARUS

standing on the cliff face, highest fall you'll ever grace. your hands protect the flames from the wild winds around you. icarus is flying too close to the sun, icarus's life, it has only just begun. this is how it feels to take a fall. icarus is flying towards an early grave.

[fromwaxwings]

⊳ klara ⊲

this seems so irrational. she knew that. the way her father had been shot, the way he was bleeding out. he hadn’t been moving that night so long ago. she had never heard anything about him or any of his aliases ever again. klara had been so sure her nightmare was gone. but now she wasn’t sure of anything. but right now with bobby at least she felt something real, something that she could maybe be sure of. as she clung to him, as her fingers dug into his arms as she tried to control herself there was a slight sense of comfort. “it sounds crazy i know…i know it does but bobby i saw him. i did. i swear i saw him.” she knew he was right though. they needed to get inside just in case. she nodded softly before she began to stand up, letting bobby lead her back inside. in the hotel, she put on a mask of calm. she stared straight ahead, not wanting to give off any inkling of what was going on in her mind until they were alone in the hotel room. she knew she could be herself with bobby and she craved that right now more than ever.

          bobby couldn’t make sense of what klara had said. he’d heard of her father, though it had only been in bits and pieces, and he’d never had any reason to assume that klara was wrong. what reason was there not to trust her? not to trust her perception of reality? bobby shook his head slightly, trying to make sense of what she’d said. “it’s not crazy. it’s...” well, what was it? it wasn’t possible for people to come back from the dead, it simply couldn’t happen. so either klara had been wrong or they’d chosen someone that had an uncanny resemblance to her father. 

          for now, bobby tried not to think about it. he didn’t want to ask her here, in the open, what exactly had happened. this was not a safe space to do so. 

          once they were safely inside of the hotel room, bobby set her gently on the bed and sat beside her. “klara...” he murmured, opening his arms just in case she wanted to be close. here, within the safety of the little hotel room, they could be. it was only marginally safer, as it was likely that someone was watching or listening, but at least they weren’t so out in the open. “look at me, are you alright?” concern flooded bobby’s features. that, he thought, above all was the most important thing to him now. 

[fromwaxwings]

          all that bobby had wanted since joining this mission was to take charge. he’d long said that an american should be at the forefront of this mission, after all it was his people that were at risk if the russians were to succeed. still, that hadn’t prepared him for the reality of it all. 

          levi was no longer the team leader. 

          bobby should have been ecstatic. he was thrilled, of course, he’d practically jumped up and down when agent feng had called him, but a seedling of doubt had buried itself in his stomach on the night that they’d learned henry was the rat. he’d seen just how important levi was to the team, how he had been the one to make the hard decisions and how he’d stayed calm despite it all (at least until the end). and in truth? bobby had developed just an inkling of respect for him. hell, he’d felt almost... almost like he fuckin’ liked the guy. 

          great. it was just like levi to make him doubt himself, even after he’d just won. bobby sat at the front of the plane, going over a few, last minute, briefing documents before they deplaned in crete. fuck all. he thought to himself. what if he wasn’t ready for this? “aw hell,” he huffed, “guess it’s bad practice to drink, huh?” he asked, more to himself than anyone else, and closed the briefing documents. 

[fromwaxwings]

⊳ levi ⊲

The smile fixed on Levi’s face and his eyes went a bit dim as he paused to think about it—really think about it.

Would Bobby make a good team leader?

He was brave and determined and fiercely loyal, but he was hot-headed and instigative and blunt. His heart was in the right place—Levi believed him when he said that everything he did, he did for his country, for his home—and he had the sheer willpower to sway at least some team members to his side.

What Bobby didn’t have were the years of training to back up all that raw talent.

So yeah. Maybe one day, with a bit more training, Bobby would be a good team leader. A great one, even. Maybe that’s why Levi hated him so much; maybe he hated seeing someone with such little training chomping on his heels and having every right to do so.

“Earn it fair and square and it’s yours,” Levi shot back wryly. “Stealing? Won’t get you far in the CIA, I don’t think. I’ve heard they frown on that.”

          bobby very nearly laughed aloud. in truth, he hadn’t realized just what he had said until levi had called him on it. stealing. oh yes, that was what he did best and the c.i.a. was rather fond of his ability to snatch important items up and to get away unnoticed. stealing, as it turned out, had gotten him rather far in the c.i.a. 

          perhaps there was some truth to what levi had said though. as desperately as bobby wanted the position that levi had been assigned, it couldn’t be stolen away. he had tried to convince others that he deserved it, that being an american made him right for the position, but then the mole had been uncovered and bobby wondered if he’d been right. 

          hell, bobby had given levi the gun when it came down to it. he knew that the team leader would make the right call about what to do with eden and the god damned rat. of course, there was still doubt at the far reaches of bobby’s mind. 

          he wondered if he couldn’t have done something different, if he wouldn’t have punished henry the way that he deserved, if maybe klara and mort hadn’t needed to be shot in the chaos of it all. after all, eden was only trying to protect his people, his country, to dispose of someone who threatened it all. 

          “see if i don’t,” he replied with a coy grin. “and for the record? the c.i.a. hired for my quick fingers, you must have learned by now that my stealing is a gift to behold.”perhaps a hinderance sometimes, but necessary at times too.

[fromwaxwings]

⊳ levi ⊲

Levi let the comment slide. There was no heat in it, no real malice, and both of them knew it. As much as he hated to think about it, Levi’d gotten to know Bobby … fairly well. Hell, Levi would wager he knew Bobby better than some of the other agents on his team through sheer spite alone. 

Henry, certainly. It would take a long time and a lot of alcohol to get over that. He knew Bobby must be chomping on the bit to rub that one in, and honestly, Levi deserved it. Sure, no one at either the CIA or MI6 had picked up that Henry was feeding out information, but they only had background checks to work on. Henry was working right under Levi; he should have seen something.

Even if he’d wanted to, Levi didn’t have the energy to quip back. Instead, he laughed shortly. “C’mon; blame you? Then who’d be around to call me incompetent to our next handlers?”

          this was strange. a few hours ago, if bobby had been asked who might have been the mole, he’d have (perhaps a bit disingenuously) pointed to levi. they’d never gotten along, and the truth was that bobby hadn’t really believed in his ability to lead. not until now. there was something in the exchange, in the chaos of it all, that gave bobby a glimpse of what he was missing. 

          it stung. 

          that didn’t mean that he’d roll over and play dead, of course. bobby still thought he’d be a damn good fit for the leader’s job, but there were others on the team that he disliked more than levi at the moment. and, in truth, thus far their exchange hadn’t made bobby want to rip the hair out of his head, so that was a plus. hell, the teasing made him feel just a  little better.  

          “our next handlers? are you going to request that we go on more missions together, levi?” he asked, a half smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. “i’m flattered. don’t worry, i’ll steal that pretty title away one of these days.” he huffed. “one of these days they’ll come to their damn senses.” 

[fromwaxwings]

⊳ levi ⊲

Levi was exhausted. Mentally, physically, emotionally. He didn’t particularly feel like being alone right then. Klara and Mort were shot, Henry was gone, and God only knew where Eden had gone off to. Noah and Lena were probably holed up somewhere together and … that left Bobby. Until Mortimer came back from the hospital, at least.

He hadn’t been entirely oblivious to the way Bobby had acted around Klara. That was something certainly worth mulling over further. Bobby’d watched Klara be carried away by medics much the same way that Levi’d watched Mortimer, if not more openly. That in combination with—and he hated to say it—how admirably he’d performed in the meeting had Levi looking at Bobby slightly differently.

So when Bobby turned away, Levi followed. He was quiet for a few moments, letting Bobby lead the way. “Shit,” he said finally. “Can’t think of many ways that could have been worse.”

          bobby was rather skilled at concealing his emotions. or, at least, he was adept at concealing the emotions that he didn’t wish for others to see. this evening, however, had drawn all of those uglier, angrier, wounded feelings from their hiding places and had left bobby utterly exhausted. he wanted to go to klara’s side. he wanted to hunt henry down. he wanted to punch eden. he wanted to scream at lena. he wanted to fucking sleep. 

          in truth, he couldn’t wait to be alone in his hotel room, if only so that he could let himself feel all that had just occurred. 

          and then levi’s voice broke the silence. bobby’s pace slowed, his hands curling into fists out of habit, and he turned to face the other man with a familiar look of resentment. a half dozen insults sprung to mind, as well as a snide comment about the mole being an mi6  agent, but for once bobby bit his tongue. he let his expression soften if only slightly, and he nodded faintly in response. 

          at last, he glanced at levi and managed a little shrug of his shoulder. “you can’t? you  don’t have an awful big imagination do you?” there was a note of sarcasm in his voice, but there was some truth there too. “we both know you could’a blamed me, they’re loyal to you so they’d have gone along with it. hell, it would have been easy given our... bullshit.” bobby didn’t want to say thanks, so instead he turned his attention forward. 

[fromwaxwings]

⊳ lena ⊲

she probably should have apologized. the last conversation between the two of them was tense to say the least. she would not admit that he was right though, and she would stand by her argument if asked again. she was a professional to her core, he was  … american. but she hoped this difference wouldn’t drive to large of a wedge between them, at least for the sake of the mission and the others. 

so when he walked into room she offered him and kind smile. it was the best she could do given the circumstances. they were in russia, after all, and lena felt like she was a bomb in a birdcage. she wanted to run away. she’d run all the way back to france if she thought she could. despite her attempt to be polite, her dismay was displayed evidently on her face. 

“good morning bobby, feeling well i hope?”

          bobby had never been particularly good at forgiveness. despite his profession, despite all of the wrong that he’d done, he typically felt justified in his efforts. now, especially, he felt certain that he’d been on the moral high ground. leaving a teammate behind was inexcusable. in fact, he felt rather disgusted with himself for sitting by and letting it happen. 

          in truth, he wasn’t yet ready to talk to lena. their heated interaction had stung and had left him feeling a bit sore. she’d chided him on letting his own personal feelings get in the way, which only made it clear to him how little she cared. and he’d thought that they were friends. he returned the smile, though it was a bit tighter than usual. “better than i did yesterday,” he allowed. at least now he understood where things stood. “you look dashing as ever.”

[brad-pitt]

How’s that for entertainment? 

[fromwaxwings]

⊳ klara ⊲

her breathing was catching in her throat as she tried to process what she had seen. or was it what she thought she had seen. she had no idea what had happened. the world around her began spinning as she tried her best not to hyperventilate. suddenly through the haze she heard another voice and the sound of someone rushing over to her. bobby’s face appeared in her vision. “bobby…” she said softly. reaching out quickly, she wrapped her arms around him burying her face in his shoulder. this was real. this was here. she clung to him as she felt him keeping her grounded. “my father…i saw him, he was watching me…i know it sounds crazy…” she said lifting her face from his shoulder to look at him. “it was him it had to be…i don’t know how but it was him.”

          bobby had never seen klara so unnerved before. despite all that they had been through, and all of the violence and loss of team members, klara had remained firm. he pulled her tightly into his arms, holding her close to his body if only in the hopes that he might be able to make her feel a bit more secure. secure? in a thief’s arms? laughable. he listened quietly, no grin and no pretenses, and tried to understand precisely what she was saying. her father? he blinked, shaking his head slightly. “your father? was here? how could that...?” he started, but he stopped himself. “klara,” he murmured softly. “come on, lemme get you inside. we can talk once we’re in private.” better to go somewhere quiet, somewhere contained, rather than have her father or anyone overhearing this conversation. he didn’t want anyone to know how to get under klara’s skin.  

         though it seemed that someone already had an idea...  

[fromwaxwings]

colorful headcanons.

( send me a copic color for a headcanon )

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?

coral: what is your muse's romantic and sexual orientations?

bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don't deserve it?

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they're thrust into?

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

black: does your muse have a 'bucket list?' list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

[fromwaxwings]

[ from eden ! ] ❛ hey, lemme borrow your dick for a second. ❜

          bobby raised an eyebrow. “i’m happy to lend it to you, but you’ve got to know that there are certain... terms and conditions that come along with it. namely, no attachments and you have to let me smoke in bed afterward.” he finished, winking at eden with a too wide grin.

[fromwaxwings]

❛ i’m calling the police now. ❜

          “go ahead, darlin’.” bobby beamed. “but you can’t honestly think i’ve made it this far in life living in fear of the boys in blue. i’m faster, smarter, and far better at my job than they’ll ever be.”

[fromwaxwings]

⊳ klara ⊲

klara could feel the world spinning around her. she saw him, she knew she saw him. her father. he was supposed to be dead, she saw him shot right before her eyes. but there he was standing in the window of a shop just staring at her. observing her, like he used to do. memories rushed back to her about her childhood, ones she tried to forget about him and everything that happened. her knees almost buckled out from under her as she tried to make it back to the hotel. she ducked into an alleyway right next to their hotel in an attempt to catch her breath. but no matter how many deep breaths she took she still felt dizzy. her heart was still racing. finally, she gave in, sinking to the ground as she tried to control her breathing and the tears welling up in her eyes.

          side streets and back alleyways were the very closest that bobby had ever come to friends. they’d sheltered him from the watchful eye of police (or angry targets) more times than he could count, and allowed him to get from place to place without being spotted. even now, even though he knew that he was being tracked, he used the little streets to get around in the hopes of avoiding the others or his new handler. it hadn’t worked. there, up ahead, bobby spotted a familiar figure. klara. though things between them were still a bit uncertain, it was a relief to find her... hold on. he blinked, watching the way that her form slumped to the ground, his feet had started forward without his realizing it. in mere seconds, he was at her side, kneeling, looking her over for any sign of injury. “klara,” he whispered, “klara? what’s going on? are you hurt?” but he couldn’t see any injuries on her. what the fuck was going on here?

[fearled]

Monster Factory sentence starters

❛ hey, lemme borrow your dick for a second. ❜

❛ we can try, but i don’t think– let’s try it. ❜

❛ what’s in there?  it’s not a soul. ❜

❛ whether or not cats have souls is debatable. ❜

❛ this is the best thing that has ever happened to me. ❜

❛ what even in the world do you think you’re doing?! ❜

❛ oh, thank god.  it feels so right. ❜

❛ cry mercy, old man! ❜

❛ mmm, yeah.  i’m ready for a slice of that beefcake. ❜

❛ i’m into it. ❜

❛ oh my god.  what is this? ❜

❛ i don’t like anything about this person. ❜

❛ it looks like you took your face into the shop and they gave you a rental face. ❜

❛ i don’t wanna be doing this, actually. ❜

❛ my body’s never gonna look like that, is it? ❜

❛ i have no master, i have no god.  there is only the succ. ❜

❛ what am i supposed to do about that?!  tell me what to do! ❜

❛ let’s see how my sweet daddy enjoys this. ❜

❛ oh my god, no.  why would you do that? ❜

❛ i’m just floating in a pool of fucking ecstasy right now. ❜

❛ hey, bud?  hey, dude?  are you okay right now? ❜

❛ move your giant pizza ass! ❜

❛ ____, we’ve talked about this.  when daddy’s doing his work, you can’t set off the party alarm, okay? ❜

❛ i think dogs should be able to vote. ❜

❛ anybody got any song requests?  i can only play _____ … but i could start it over, if you want. ❜

❛ i’m calling the police now. ❜

❛ pizza crime is eternal. ❜

❛ i mean, think about it.  they’re both dogs.  why did Pluto get the short end of the stick? ❜

❛ pobody’s nerfect. ❜

❛ ahh, that fresh, haunted air. ❜

❛ my sweet boy / girl.  let me show you the world. ❜

[hothcnds]

aurorasmemes:

crucial muse development questions.   send a number in my inbox to find out more about my character as a person 

what would completely break your character?

what was the best thing in your character’s life?

what was the worst thing in your character’s life?

what seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

does your character work so they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of filling up the time they aren’t working?

what is your character reluctant to tell people?

how does your character feel about sex?

how many friends does your character have?

how many friends does your character want?

what would your character make a scene in public about?

for what would your character give their life?

what are your character’s major flaws?

what does your character pretend or try to care about?

how does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

what is your character afraid of?

[fromwaxwings]

⊳ lena ⊲

“we may be a team, bobby, but we’re spies first. if thursday were still alive i’d report to him that you’d gone soft. this loyalty seems beyond any professional inclination,” she warned him. to her the threat of others knowing how she might feel was daunting, and she figured he felt the same. calling him out on his apparent emotionalize was a power play. perhaps it was a low one, and at the expense of denying her own very real anxieties, but she could not allow him to get too consumed by the thought of rescuing mortimer, and possibly abandoning the mission. there was something much bigger at play, and the loss of mortimer, while sad, was relatively inconsequential. “we leave him if they tell us to. just as we would leave anyone. i would leave you and you would leave me. we do what we’re told.”

          bobby’s jaw tightened. for once, the usual humor that he wore on his face like a mask fell away, and he was left staring at the woman before him with an uncharacteristic coldness. he didn’t like to think of thursday, of what had become of his former handler, because that inquiry had not ended as he’d hoped it would either. bobby crossed his arms over his chest, and scowled down at her. “anyone? you wouldn’t leave anyone, lena.” he hissed, she’d leave him behind, this conversation proved that, but he’d seen the way that she interacted with some of the others. or was really so unfeeling? he’d long struggled with the orders he’d received. he’d never chosen this life, had never wanted to be a spy, this was forced upon him and to hell with the rules. the c.i.a. had called upon him for a reason. he was damned good at what he did. “fuck it,” he hissed, stepping back. “i thought you were better than just sitting around, lena.” and with that he turned away, angry with her, with the team, and with himself for his inability to do anything of value. 

[fromwaxwings]

⊳ alexi ⊲

“ how’d you get here then? i can’t imagine anyone spending their last dollar on a trip to this hellscape. ” he chuckled soft under his breath, eyeing the handsome stranger from head to toe. not too bad. he’d have to keep the conversation going somehow. “ nothing, ‘cept maybe a cigarette if you’ve got one. i’m always pleased to shoo any innocent tourists away from this fuckin’ country. ” 

          “how?” bobby chucked. his trademark grin spread across his face, making him look particularly mischievous. “by plane, of course. if you mean why, i’ve come for adventure. i want to see the soviet union for myself... i’ve gotta admit it’s just as cold as it was led to believe.” he offered the other man a cigarette with a grin. “if you think it’s so god awful, why do you stick around?” 

[fromwaxwings]

⊳ lena ⊲

it wasn’t like lena to lash out at people. and the moment she realized what she’d done the shame and the fear made her sit back in her seat to analyze. she knew she was stressed, sleep-deprived, and emotional, but that wasn’t enough justification. she prided herself on never breaking character, but this mission put a strain on everything she thought she knew about herself. she exhaled, letting the rush of air in her lungs parallel the clearing of the worry-filled clouds in her mind, “i was trained to put the mission first. no matter what, that’s what i’ll do. if one spy is the cost of saving thousands of civilians, so be it.”

          admittedly, bobby had never been the perfect intelligence agent. he was too emotional, too proud, to follow his orders at times. it was only now, however, standing face to face with lena who had such a better grasp on her feelings than he did, that he realized just how desperately he was lacking. he would never be like her, thieves didn’t have to abide by the same sort of code. bobby sighed, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose, and he shook his head. she was right and he knew it too. his country was at stake, and somehow she was better at remembering that than he was, but didn’t loyalty count for anything? he shook his head slightly. “there has to be some way that we can save him and fulfill our mission. we can’t just leave him behind. we...” he stumbled over his words and shook his head. “how the fuck do they expect us to just leave him? we’re a god damned team.”