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@stronginwill-blog
doubleohdeath:
stronginwill:
"Who had the wonderful idea to put mistletoe in my headquarters? Oh, I will have someone’s head for this.”
[She grins. Finally, something interesting happens during the holidays.]
"That’s too bad. There a fifty quid pool going around. I’d hate to see you lose out on that."
"Are you trying to tell me there is a bet going around in my headquarters, along with some mysterious mistletoe-lover? Oh, that is just perfect."
scotchandresurrection:
"Well maybe a touch" James held up his first two fingers with some space between them, throwing a wink in the woman’s direction." James quirked a brow, and glanced up towards the nearest piece of the offending shrubbery. "Don’t you think that’s a job better suited for the culprit?"
"I think you should do what I tell you, Mister Bond -or did you forget who is the boss among us?" She grimaced slightly - James Bond really had a way to get to her nerves, she had learned it many years ago. It had been like this since he had gotten his 00 license - one of her greatest mistakes probably. "I don't care who is the culprit - I just want that mistletoe out of my sight as soon as possible."
doubleohdeath:
Hearing the news from briefs and underlings is one thing. Hearing M say the words is another. 004 straightens her back. She is not twenty eight, about to be scolded. She is older, maybe not wiser, but changed. Maybe change isn’t always such a good thing. Not this much at once.
She nods.
"She’s wrong," she says. The moment the words come out of her mouth, she knows it’s a big mistake. 004 ducks her head in apology. [Too tired. Don’t be so sloppy.]
“Apologies. You will be missed.”
It was stupid to think that someone would miss her - she had done her job the best she could, and that implied not allowing herself to have relationship with her agents. What was the use of getting close to them, if she was going to send them to death should it be needed? No, it would have been pure masochism. She sighed, though, for a moment allowing the memories to slip back into her mind. Oh, she was going to miss this place as well - the thrill, the job, her agents... "I would advise not to get sentimental, Miss Wu." No, it would not do, to get sentimental over this, she told to herself. "For sure Mister Mallory will do a great job." She did not like Mister Mallory - but that was just because he was going to steal everything Olivia had worked to achieve all her life. As simple as that.
lastrattus:
❛ You think
I wanted to kill you with that ? ❜ & he stares at her, outrage ( surprise ? ) clearly evident. To think ––– that he would cause such an explosion ––– for her death? His head tilts in confusion. Surely, this woman knew him, from before at the very least. No, dramatics were just the opening.
"Well sure you did not want to protect me." He may not have wanted to kill her with the explosion - yet, it was a way to give her a message, and for sure she had gotten it. She understood that she was not safe, no matter how many agents she had to protect herself. She could never be safe, with such an enemy- now that he was in a cage, however, she allowed herself some sort of feeling of security. He could not hurt her now. He could not hurt anyone. "So what did you plan to do?" She asked, a deep sigh leaving her lips, taking a few steps towards the cage. She had to lift her chin in order to look at the man, but she was used to it - she was as tiny as he could remember her, not changed in the years they had spent apart.
scotchandresurrection:
stronginwill:
"Who had the wonderful idea to put mistletoe in my headquarters? Oh, I will have someone’s head for this.”
"It wasn’t me mom, but I almost wish it was. Your pinched annoyed face is much more satisfying when I cause it."
"You think yourself very funny, right? Well then, take those bloody... things out of the building. Now. And don't dare to call me mom ever again."
"Try explaining your husband that your agent, and not your lover, broke into your house at night without your permission."
Tip to get Olivia in a good mood: bring her warm brioche for breakfast in the morning at work. It always works.
When thinking about Olivia's private life, I headcanon that her husband was her first man... you know, the first man she went all the way with. As romantic and naive as she was when a young woman, she waited until marriage, convinced that that would only make their relationship more solid somehow she was right, since they were married for all their lives until he died.
prrovokator:
;» stronginwill.:
"Who had the wonderful idea to put mistletoe in my headquarters? Oh, I will have someone’s head for this.”
a grin paints her dry lips. “ no matter who it was ;
surely some good intentions have been planned. ”
"Good intentions? For example? I don't see how a stupid tradition can be related to a secret intelligence service like us."
"Who had the wonderful idea to put mistletoe in my headquarters? Oh, I will have someone's head for this."
"What did you really expect? He's a man - they can only concentrate when they have an erection."
"I know what you think." She sighed, shaking her head slightly. "You think I am too old for this job, and too weak..." She felt weak, sometimes. Her body was not as strong as it had been years ago, and for sure she was not young anymore - it had never been an obstacle to her, though. She had always tried her best - and she thought she still had a lot to do for her Queen and her country. Why was she the only one who saw that? Why was she the only one who still believed in herself, and in her own brains? She rose from her seat, taking nervous steps in the room, trying to hide the feeling of unease she felt in the pit of her stomach. Finally, ice blue eyes turned towards him, her expression as blank as she could to hide the nervousness she felt. "If you think I don't have the guts to send a man to die anymore, you are wrong."
"Miss Wu!" Her voice is higher than it usually is, but with the same tone of command the agent could perfectly recognize. Her eyes are narrowed slightly, her jaw a bit clenched - yet, she is the same M as always. Seeing one of her agent in a soft air uniform, covered in paint, is not a sight for every day. She does not know whether she is more displeased or confused by the image. "Would you tell me what this means?" She asked, her arms crossing in front of her, as if to protect her small, tiny frame. Her eyes, however, never leave the agent's figure, scrutinizing her in order to understand just what was happening in her headquarters.
When I say M is very tiny what I really mean is that she is not even 5 feet tall, just saying.
Like this post and I shall do the thing where I check your wishlist/ideas/whatever tag and I'll write you a starter based on something from it uwu
M: Bond, don’t do the thing Bond does the thing M: Trevelyan, don’t do the thing Trevelyan does the thing M: Silva, don’t do the thing Silva does the thing M: why the hell do i even bother.
Forever headcanoning that, after the many years spent in Hong Kong during the '90s, M learned to speak chinese. Even afterwards, she remembers some of it, though she uses it quite rarely since she spends most of the time in England.