#( arc ) evolution

[bauresurrected]

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

she tilts her head back, blinking rapidly to try and stop any more tears from coming. tears need to be over and done with. tears are so twenty minutes ago. she presses the heel of her hand into her eye and it comes away dark with mascara. she doesn't even want to know what she looks like right now.

"i'm just tired, pen. i'll be alright after i sleep. which isn't going to happen for awhile, because i've got to fix everything so rossi can lead for - oh, i don't know, the next ten thousand years."

and she can't do that looking like she spent the past hour crying in her office. she would never get her job back then. if she ever did. if she even wants it.

she pushes her makeup bag closer to garcia.

"thank you."

[bauresurrected]

biblical references aren't exactly my forte.

"i spent a hot minute in rome. i could do biblical references in latin."

she has done biblical references in latin before. so have unsubs. there's nothing like walking up to a situation and having to read something horrible in latin before you've even had coffee.

"what's your forte, then?"

[bauresurrected]

❛ maybe you can stop them. maybe you can't. maybe all you can do is try. ❜ // spencer.

"and what if that's not fucking good enough?"

the words burn her mouth on the way out. she knows what a hypocrite she is, speaking like that about herself when she'd never say the same to him, or to anyone else. not like this. they try their best, they all do. they try better than their best, to the point where it tears them apart.

"these people are relying on me. and it's hard not to picture all of this as -" she shakes her head, looks away. as the bau's fault. as her fault, because the bau is hers. "i'm tired of letting people down."

[bauresurrected]

"yeah, it's fucking peachy is what it is." she presses the pads of her fingers into her temples, shutting her eyes for a brief moment. "i'll sleep when i'm dead. which i have been. and before you ask: no, i didn't sleep then, either." hard to sleep when you're constantly looking over your shoulder. "i know you're probably not thrilled about being in this early either."

@earthspin /starter call

[bauresurrected]

@compendiumofconstellations / starter call

"get over yourself," she huffs, making a complicated hand movement that could probably cast a spell if she were a witch and not an fbi agent. "and stop profiling me while we're getting drinks. or ever. heavy on the ever bit. just because i am technically entirely alone does not mean i'm lonely."

[bauresurrected]

@screenviolense​ / starter call 

“been awhile.” emily’s words are warm. she likes ashley, always has - even if they’d met at an awful rotten time during emily’s life. not that her life has grown any calmer in the years that followed, but she’d certainly count the one that ashley entered it as one of her worst. “how’ve you been? you’ll have to fill me in.”