❝ and you said you’re with torchwood? ❞
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❝ and you said you’re with torchwood? ❞
@askgwencooper / s c .
@askgwencooper
“Your hair is a mess. Have you been having sex in a bathroom again?”
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He listened to the woman’s observations about him. Somehow, his smile had completely bypassed his lips, only to reach his tone as he offered, “No bother at all, Miss. Aint from around these parts, no.” His eyes remained trained elsewhere in a languid search for some unmentioned thing. Moments before, when he had been talking with another stranger, he’d watched her approach out the corner of his eye; but it wasn’t until the stranger walked off, that she had spoken. “You a cop? Y’ talk like one, sayin’ I carry m’self a certain way ‘n whatnot.” Raylan pointed it out with comfortable familiarity as if he’d found a fellow colleague, instead of expected antagonism.
it was the only logical choice. or that was what he told himself when his plane finally landed in swansea. there was no logic here, but he was out of options. the league of assassins wasn't exactly the kind of people he wanted to have his back in this particular problem. they wouldn't understand and it could actually harm his position. so gwen was... the only remaining choice.
even if gwen shouldn't have been an option at all.
it was stupid and sentimental.
he blamed oliver for this moment of weakness. who else?
the ride had been uneventful, even if the man could only bring his bow as a leisure token and normal arrows. enough, really, he wasn't going back to kill her. and if he was unnerved by being so nakedly weaponless ( just his bow was not quite enough to his liking ), he knew he could probably... borrow from an old friend.
at swansea he took a room at a hotel, changed and then did what he was best at then: disappearing. no one would be able to tell that he had been here, even the hotel would be retconned as soon as he would be out of town.
gwen really needed better security. did motherhood impaired her brain? he smiled, somewhat amused as he put one of her guns in his belt and hid some knives in his boots and costume before making sure the child wasn't in any room he would meet gwen in.
he was who he had become, but it didn't mean babies, or children ( how old was the kid supposed to be now? he wasn't sure. too many decades since the 456, too many years since he'd seen her ) had to die while he said hello to old acquaintance.
" you look older. "
he pointed out when he was sure they were alone. if gwen rose her gun at him, he would raise his bow at the same time. and if she shot... well... a warning shot near her face probably would be enough.
Since I've started roleplaying with muses outside the Sanctuary fandom, I'll just make a small little post on James for those who'd be new to Sanctuary. Mostly on his physicality which is what's the most obvious really.
If you wonder what your character can know and notice, well have a look:
♥ + askgwencooper
ay girl come & get some compliments & smooches
Lia is my #bitterbuddy & do i need to say more?
she’s the best person to talk to. we haven’t talked in a while ( that should change cause i miss you ) but we always had fun talking about a million things. be it AUs or just random headcanons there is never a dull moment
she’s just too nice?? like how dare you my heart cannot take all the compliments
my favorite Gwen ( as well as only one ) that i’ve ever interacted with. i dunno i’m just worried because she just gets me & i can’t see these two more than friends who harass each other
she’s such a good Gwen too? like wth dude you are too good what is this!
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Seeing the wince on her face, Owen reached out a hand to gently brush a thumb pad over her chapped lip. His must look the same, he'd not looked at his reflection for some time now.
"Nothing I can do for you there. Just have to ride it out, but people do care... Ianto and Tosh care. I know Rhys must do... I care."