CHRIST, HE JUST WANTS TO SLEEP. damn the time zones, damn the greedy guards, damn his brother’s infamous ‘ charm ’ ━━ of course, he doesn’t know he should think anything beyond if M wants me to come in, i’ll bloody kill him, when he grunts into the phone in lieu of an actual greeting.
he sits up before he thinks to do so, and he swings his feet over the edge of the bed. he pulls on the first pair of sweatpants in reach and makes for the front door to his flat while blofeld continues. every hair on his neck prickles with ( paranoia ) the sense of being watched. “ i had to take a piss, ” he murmurs, like blofeld isn’t half as important as he believes. like he hadn’t tried to walk away from the service.
“ next time i’ll hold it. ” and not a single floorboard creaks as he crosses his darkened flat. the door, however, he opens without care ( for sound, that is, ever anticipating an attack from one of blofeld’s countless goons ) and finds the corridor empty.
“ the real embarrassment is your ego. ” because if anything it’s worsened from when they were younger. clearly. still, he stands half-dressed, half-awake, and completely seething. “ i bet you’ve already threatened someone to smuggle you over the border. ” but he doesn’t know for sure. he hadn’t known for decades, but that’s not the point.
He’s seated in the cabin of a private jet in it’s final stages of take-off. Leg crossed over the other and white Persian lounging lazily in his lap-- oblivious to the hum of the engine as the craft prepared to take off. Ernst Stavro Blofeld, for all intents and purposes, looked completely at ease for a man who had just escaped what was to be a life sentence for crimes innumerable.
Blofeld was free and en route to his most secret of hideaways atop the Schilthorn-- where he would take the necessary steps towards his retirement. A fact that, he could simply not wait for take-off to rub in James Bond’s face.
“ My flight was waiting for me, James. Fueled and ready at the runway-- exactly as I had instructed. ” An arm moves brace the cat as the plane begins the motions of moving down the runway-- it struggles in his grip but he remains unflinching. “ I don’t want to keep you-- just wanted to say adieu to my brother before our final parting. The game is over and I’ve won, now it’s time I collect my prize. Are you looking for someone? Don’t. “
Blofeld smiles, the plane is free of the land and in the sky. He’d end the call soon. Have the phone thoroughly destroyed.
“ I doubt you and I will see each other again, James. I’m done with you. “
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