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[flighttruth-archived]

"MORE THAN ONCE," Sam mused, I thought about kicking it on my own. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy working with Steve, he's a great partner. But he's been acting real strange." Sam paused, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "You know, I wonder if him and Sharon are going through something." @adeadlyspy

[hcrde]

( @adeadlyspy ) — “no, it’s my turn to wear it. get your own jacket!”

" Samantha — " there's a brief pause on his line, the quiet sound of an exasperated sigh given as he conceded. he didn't have time for this, he had to be in class in less than twenty minutes. " i'm not letting you keep it. " he insisted calmly. he knew she was far too stubborn to bring it back any time soon, but he also knew she wouldn't be in contact with him if she planned to take it far. no, he's learned her habits enough to determine she might mean to see him soon. " i'm sure you think this is you being cute, right? "

[eldritchsacrifice]

      “ so you’ve come all this way, ” fingers gently cradled the whiskey glass, sleep-lidded eyes remained straight ahead, catching the reflection of the willowy vampire through the mirror behind the bar. it was mostly empty inside ---just the bartender off wiping down one of the far tables, very obviously either a less-trafficked locale ... or perhaps they were going to close soon. he was a regular here. by face, or name. it didn’t matter. “ to seek me out. i’ve heard you were asking around. the right people tell me things. ” he hadn’t survived this long on his own merit without some form of connection. even if he didn’t quite like people. “ well, now you found me. what do you want? ”

[mortiferum]

it never fails to make him laugh when he can pick up on her scent in the middle of going about his own business. curiosity always gets the better of him, following scent about as well as a hound would, automatically piecing together current predicament. “ only if you need rescuing. ” lesson had been learned—- the fox could take care of herself, but on the occasion she needed a hand, he’s more than willing to cause a ruckus. lips press to cheek, smiling back, “ all done for the night or do you still need to handle something else? ”

@adeadlyspy | from here.

[agentinred]

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . (for her girl <3)

The world was quiet in the only way it could be after some prolonged devastation. Smoke seemed to rise from unknown sources in soft spirals, the scene of gunpowder and something burning clung to the air.  In the middle of it all, Carmen lay back on some ruined pavement, every inch of her body aching. Her muscles whispered complaints, ribs pulsing like they had been forged too tightly around that heart of hers that never stopped beating. The sky above them had begun to turn that sort of murky, lavender-gray just before dawn, when even the stars seemed tired of shining resplendently through the entirety of night. She could feel her pulse stuttering against her ribs, but the worst of it, whatever it had been this time, was over.

She didn’t flinch when Sam reached over, not even when fingers touched the side of her face, still sticky with sweat and soot. Just the softest brush, the tips of two fingers brushing that grime-streaked edge of her face. There was something absurdly gentle about it. As if they weren’t on scorched concrete but somewhere far away, in a quiet kitchen. Carmen let out a soft, slow exhale, her breath catching as if waiting for permission. Those dark eyes of hers, half-lidded, found Sam’s face, not quite searching, not questioning…just…seeing.

Smiling, she felt the skin at the corner of her mouth crack, dry and tender from wind and blood and whatever else had carved itself into the day. It hurt, but she didn’t stop. “You’re unbelievable,” was all she could muster, “All that chaos, all that noise, and you still find time to do THAT…like there’s not a crater twenty feet from us.” She let out something between a laugh and a sigh, laced with an equal amount of amusement and disbelief.

[agentinred]

“  i think it’s okay to be lonely sometimes.  i think that’s when you learn the most about who and what you are.  and who you want to be.  ”

The fire crackled, sending embers into the darkness of the night sky, vanishing before they could become stars in their own right. Even now the air smelled of damp earth and distant rain, BUT HERE, in the fire’s reach, there was warmth, an illusion of safety. Sam’s words lingered in the air, curling like the rising smoke, seeping into the spaces Carmen preferred to leave empty. "I think it’s okay to be lonely sometimes. I think that’s when you learn the most about who and what you are. And who you want to be."

Letting the silence stretch, Carmen measured the weight of what had been said. Sam was one of the few that knew how to read her, ever unafraid to prod at the edges of things—who just had a way of finding the places where armor thinned. She turned the thought over, watched it catch the firelight in her mind. Loneliness—an old companion, a ghost she had long stopped fearing. It walked beside her in every city, in every stolen moment of solitude between one heist and the next. It was there in the echoes of footsteps when she left a place behind, in the empty spaces of a house where no one waited.

"Loneliness is a peculiar teacher," she said finally, her voice low, threaded with something she wouldn’t name. "But it doesn’t always tell the truth. It can make you believe you are untouchable. That you don’t need anyone. That you prefer the silence when, really, you’ve just grown used to it." Her gaze flickered to Sam, sharp and searching. "Some of us don’t learn who we want to be in loneliness. We learn it in the moments when we let someone close."

Carmen reached for a small branch, poking at the fire, watching the embers flare and die. Things said and left unsaid. For example, she did not say she had spent years mastering solitude, nor that, at times, she had wondered if it had mastered her in return. She did not say that loneliness could be a fortress and a cage all at once. "But maybe you’re right," she added, tilting her head just slightly. A wry smile, half a secret, ghosted across her lips. "Maybe I just haven’t been lonely in the RIGHT way yet."

[agentinred]

continued form x @adeadlyspy

"ONCE," Carmen echoed, the word rolling over her tongue as if testing its weight, a buried TRUTH. A wry smile tugged at the corner of her lips, the ghost of something softer before she set it aside like an old photograph—one too  - w o r n -  at the edges to keep revisiting. "Feels like a lifetime ago," she mused, voice slipping into something almost wistful. "Like a dream I only half-remember, like a story someone else lived and whispered to me in the dark." Her fingers toyed absently with the hem of her glove before she folded her arms, as if she could hold the past at bay. " At one point, it was everything. And then, like all things too bright, too consuming—it was nothing." She exhaled, tilting her head, the brim of her hat casting a shadow over her eyes. A shield. A habit. Carmen had long since learned to be unreadable, a closed book bound in scarlet leather and silk. But tonight, under the weight of Sam’s gaze, under the curiosity that crackled between them, she let herself offer a flicker of honesty. Afterall, Sam had been one of the few who had earned it.

"Chase," she said, his name an invocation, A RELIC buried deep. "Back at the academy. Before the world decided who we were supposed to be. Before the lines were drawn, before I knew better." Her fingers drifted absentmindedly to her clavicle, to the scar that memory had CARVED into her. A lesson written in flesh. A DEBT paid in trust. "I loved cared for him." The words came quiet, measured. "Or maybe I loved the idea of him. If fate had been kinder, softer, less cruelly poetic."

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

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