Prodigal asshole returns

She recruited me, she trained me, she betrayed me. I'm my own man now. And I'm back with a vengeance. Indie Raoul Silva RP blog.

[lilith-the-ancient]

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it and good luck to those with abusive or toxic families. <3

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Different Day, Different Boss || Silva and Q

[silva-the-ex-secret-agent]

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Cris smirked, figuring that would be the case.  “I have no intention of updating the file.  As far as I am concerned, Skyfall is over and done with.  I know of nothing that needs to be changed.”  How would he explain that anyway?  Being contacted by Silva would be difficult to explain in convincingly, especially considering his new boss was very different from the former M.

Ordering his tea, Magnus turned back to Silva.  “I was wondering that, yes.  After months of silence, I’d come to suspect you actually were dead.”  Which was a depressing thought but one he had come to terms with.  “I still wish to be free from the prison they have me in, yes.  So of course I am happy to agree to your partnership.  Working with you was far more fulfilling than my work with Six has been.  So what do you have in mind?”

“Yes, well, what do they say? The rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated,” he said with his customary smile.

“I am glad to hear that. My needs are simple: there are some very hard to get personal files at MI6 that I need to get my hands on and, of course, I want Bond. Meanwhile I intend to rot MI6 from the inside until there is nothing left. As for what I could give you... anything you want. A way out, patronage, help with setting up your own empire, criminal or otherwise, if you’re interested. There is a lot I can teach you and I still have connections and skills you don’t.”

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Reblogging for me self just to find it easier

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Different Day, Different Boss || Silva and Q

[silva-the-ex-secret-agent]

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Weeks pass, months.  Cris began to give up hope that he would ever see or hear from Raoul again.  Most likely he was dead, just like Bond stated in his report.  It wouldn’t be much of a surprise.  The battle had been horrific.  

But no body was found.  So, maybe?

Until he knew for sure, Cris continued on as if he hadn’t played a part in their boss’s death.  A good employee, a valuable spy, Cris did nothing to draw attention to himself.  They considered Skyfall over and done, none of them the wiser for what he had helped accomplish.

Just as things were starting to return to pre-Silva normal, Cris felt an arm lace into his and a familiar voice speak calmly.  

He nodded, not trusting his own voice at that moment, not until they were seated and he could see that it was indeed Raoul in front of him.

“So, you’re alive,” he said calmly, though his heart and mind raced with possibilities of what would happen next.

“Evidently,” Silva said, sitting down across from Cris and crossing his legs. “However, I would very much like to remain dead where MI6 is concerned if you don’t mind.” The last thing he needed was to get his cover blown. Meeting with Cris was a risk, but he assumed that his willingness to rat him out would be overshadowed by his aversion to try and explain why Raoul Silva would invite him for coffee. 

“You must wonder why I approached you today.” Silva looked up as a waitress came to take their order and ordered a black coffee. 

“First of all, I wish to thank you for your co-operation. Your help had been invaluable, despite the... unfortunate outcome. Second, I would like to suggest a continuation of our partnership if leaving MI6 is still your desire. Much time has passed and I realize that I have little to bring to the table this time around. I will understand should you decline and we shall part as friends, hmm? However, if you do accept, you should know by now that I do not promise things lightly. I will provide what I promise.”

[silva-the-ex-secret-agent]

versatilevarious

“Slightly.” Keith huffed, he finished poking at his food and leaned back in his chair to put his leg up on the edge of an empty one. “I honestly have no idea what to expect from you.” He tilted his head a smidgen and furrowed his brows; observing Tiago like one would observe something curious. “Special agent, known for his flair, decides to flirt and befriend his train wreck of a doctor?” He paused briefly, a smile threatening to break his assessing gaze. “Are we friends?” Or was it something else? Keith certainly couldn’t put a label on whatever dynamic they had and he wasn’t sure he should want to either. It was comfortable like this, complicated but somehow comfortable. Keith didn’t have to worry if there was nothing but if there was he couldn’t deny the thought of kissing the double-O hadn’t crossed his mind once or twice.

“So? Am I not allowed? You’re fun to talk to. I enjoy your company. You’re easy on the eyes. I didn’t realize I was only allowed to interact with either my targets or my fellow agents. I know train wrecks, Keith, I deal with them on a daily basis, trust me, you’re far from one.”

Tiago leaned a little over the table, considering the question carefully.

“No,” he said eventually, “not yet. You still mistrust me. But I would like us to be, eventually. Is that also what you want?” The cards were on the table and Tiago sat back down, chewing another bite of the food.

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Different Day, Different Boss || Silva and Q

[silva-the-ex-secret-agent]

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The wait was the worst part. Cris led Silva to the location Bond had prescribed and then, all he could do was wait.  He knew Silva would most likely not survive the encounter - very few did when James Bond was concerned -  but he had to hold out hope.

When word came that both Silva and M were dead, Cris did his best to remain professional.  There was still a chance, no one brought Silva’s body back, after all.  But it still seemed a loss.

Because, even if Silva had survived, he wouldn’t need Cris again.  He’d played his hand and whether or not he got out of MI6 now was up to him.

So he threw himself into his work, writing reports, designing weapons, and continuing to dream of a day where he didn’t need to deal with any of it.  

And if he daydreamed about doing that at Silva’s side, that was for him alone to know.

It took Silva a long time to get back up on his feet, literally and figuratively. The wound was deep and if it had been 2 millimeters to the left it would have either killed him or left him paraplegic. His funds were depleted and he only had a handful of loyal men left. 

That of course did not mean he was willing to give up. Money could be made, people could be recruited and hired. As long as James Bond was still alive, MI6 still standing, he would not know peace. 

He thinks of Cris when he lists all his still remaining potential associates. The list is pitifully short. If he is honest, he does not know where Cris stands. It’s been a while and Silva doesn’t really have as much to offer as he did when they last spoke. On the other hand, Cris has a lot to gain from MI6 and his new job. It might be the safest to leave him alone, but then again, having MI6′s quartermaster on his side would be invaluable. 

In the end Silva decides to seek him out. In do digital trail to link them. No evidence. See how the meeting goes. If it goes sour, he can always kill him. 

Cris still takes the tube to go to and from work. It’s easy to wait for him on the way from the station to his home. Silva is less flashy nowadays, tired, jaded. Still the fake blond hair, but no blue contact, a charcoal suit with a black shirt. Just a well-clad face in the crowd. He falls into step with Chris and takes his arm.

“I’d like for us to talk. Let’s have a coffee,” he says calmly, steering Cris to a cafe on their right.

[silva-the-ex-secret-agent]

[hangthebloodycode-deactivated20]

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[buckykingofmemes]

oh i’ll bury the hatchet all right. i’ll bury it in your spine.

[ducklingnproud]

One of my favorite scenes from Skyfall between Bond and the infamous Silva. 

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“He hacked us”

[silva-the-ex-secret-agent]

Unlikely allies Closed with more-than-one

[silva-the-ex-secret-agent]

bleedingbullets

There was nothing even remotely ‘tender’ about it. The sudden mess of cold liquid and hurried pressing had Bond’s abdomen jolt tight. He shifted against the intrusion and reflexively tried to move away from the sudden stretch; At least for a second. As Raoul made a point of shoving him back into the sheets Bond grabbed hold of his wrist. A split second of a fight crossed his mind before he caught up to the ex-double-o’s intentions. He released Silva pretty much instantaneously and put his hands up against the headboard to get better leverage from his position. 

It had been a while since he had taken the time to properly stretch himself open and although Raoul provided ample lubricant the sting of muscle bending to quick administrations had Bond bite his tongue and repress a grin. “You’ll have to let me take charge sometime-” It was exciting to see Silva undress himself from his layers and pins. Almost surreal considering their relationships weeks prior. “-Could give you some pointers on the dirty work.”

“I don’t mind you taking charge, James, I’m annoyed with you trying to change roles every 5 second,” he groused, finally managing to finally open and push down his trousers and underwear. 

“I don’t need pointers,” he said, expertly crooking his finger, zeroing in on Bond’s prostate. “I just need you to not obstruct me every step of the way.” And wan’d that a wonderful parallel of their relationship in general?

Hoping to make Bond shut up and relax for a moment, he wrapped his other hand around the man’s cock, expertly stroking him back to full hardness again as he carefully worked him open. After all a bit of a sting gave the pleasure an edge, but most people hardly enjoyed outright pain and despite Silva joking about Bond’s masochistic streak, he doubted that extended to bedroom activities.

[silva-the-ex-secret-agent]

thunderstruckextremis

Look on number 7 I can affirm this we broke the record on longest wait for a rp ever.

I.... I can’t even argue with that XD

[realpercivalgraves]

Please read (don’t reblog, this is a personal post)

So I was feeling very frustrated lately and was thinking of just ranting, but honestly, anger just tends to beget anger, so I thought about it and decided to phrase it positively instead, hoping that that might help my situation somewhat. So here it is: HOW TO RP WITH THE MUN IN 8 EASY STEPS:

1. If you want to rp with my muse? -> Send me an ask or im. I will always reply and I’ll never be annoyed about you showing interest. It would be nice for me to not have to constantly approach people myself and get ignored. It’s immediate brownie points.

2. If you want to interact with me, but have no ideas for or interest in rp? -> Send me a message or send me asks, we don’t have to rp to talk.

3. Not getting asks/memes, but would like to? -> If you send me some, I will remember you and make sure to return the favour in short and long term (From either my main blog or on anon as this is a side-blog. It’s not that I don’t care about the muns and muses I follow, it’s that its so painful to constantly send people asks and being ignored yourself that I’ve kind of given up).

4. You follow me, we don’t interact, but you do often reblog memes/asks from me. Don’t want to be blocked? -> Send me something occasionally, no one likes to be used as a meme resource.

5. Unhappy with my writing/ the direction the thread is going/ something I said or did? -> Message me and we’ll fix it together.

6. Want to drop the thread, but still want to thread in the future/ want to keep interacting/ want to remain friends? -> Politely tell me you’re dropping the thread.

7. You haven’t replied to our thread in ages and are now worried I don’t want to continue? -> No worries buddy, just reply, replies have no deadlines, I’ll always wait for you.

8. Like my writing, but you’re not an rp blog/ aren’t interested in a thread? -> Send me a prompt and I’ll write you a drabble (unless I really don’t know how to deal with the prompt, then I’ll tell you that honestly too).

Basically, I am a human being and will play favourites in the sense that I will go out of my way for you if you’re nice or even just decent to me.

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Reblog this if your muse looks good in a suit.