#ciachose

[bondlessunsung-arch]

"If you leave now, you lose everything."

@ciachose​ sent in: 💬  to Felix

[angel-tester]

911, Cia, FBI, andan haciendo escándalo en Ciudad Acuña, Coahuila, Coahuila, México

[dontstoptrying]

short angst starters @ciachose

❛ it’s not your fault. ❜ 

Felix had been the first person to talk to Eve at the funeral, clearly not feeling quite as awkward about approaching her as all the MI6 employees did. She’d hung back away from the grave, alone until Felix had approached her with the other CIA agent who had introduced himself as Remy.

It was just her and Remy now, Felix had been pulled into another conversation. She’d stood there in silence, glad to finally not feel alone at the funeral, but still far too out of her comfort zone to have a conversation without Felix there to do the heavy lifting.

She was surprised when Remy spoke, potentially even more surprised by what he said. “So Felix told you about what happened?” She wasn’t angry, everyone else at the service knew after all. Just surprised. And surprised by how calm the other agent was. “Everyone keeps saying that, but it’s really fucking hard to believe when I know I pulled the trigger.”

[thexunpleasantsurprise]

@ciachose gets a shippy starter

Despite how much the past twenty years have changed both men, James feels like they’ve managed to pick up right where they left off. Remy feels like home again, something James has yearned for for such a long time. 

It’s a quiet evening and they’re on Remy’s sofa, James’ head resting against the other man’s shoulder. Dinner plates are empty, abandoned on the coffee table. A perfect scene of domesticity. There’s a film playing on the television, though James has truthfully not paid any attention to it. 

“We should go on holiday,” he murmurs, lifting his head slightly to look at Remy. “Somewhere sunny, I think.” 

[cleverlittleq]

random sentence generator // not accepting // @ciachose​

"The way you flirt is shameful."

[gentlemansleuth]

THE GAME IS AFOOT. That is clear to see. Blanc stands in the shadows, hands gripping the cigar loosely in his digits. People move about the courtyard in a dancing game of Chess. One moves here, the other counters. He briefly wonders if they realize what they’re doing. That they are the yin and yang of each other. Too bad the man is about to walk in and rain on their parade.

Cigar is finished, bud discarded. Blanc had been waiting for this moment for many months. After a long investigation, many set backs and dead ends, the Gentleman Sleuth finally has his target in sight. Except, the moment he stars peeling himself from the shadows, another figure enters the Chess board. Before Blanc can react, strong arms are guiding him AWAY from his purpose.

“I do say, unhand me.” The stranger doesn’t answer. In fact, they’re making a quick exit to stage left. “Sir, I warn you that you are meddling with official business. If you fail to unhand me, I will charge you with obstruction.” Words have no effect. Benoit doesn’t want to make a scene. Hopefully his fellow team mates will pick up where he’s failed.

@ciachose​   /   Starter Call.

[thexunpleasantsurprise]

“Fuck. I didn’t want you finding out like this.” @ciachose

Now that he’s confronted with it, James wonders how he didn’t see the signs before. Remy’s hands are shaking, his brow damp with sweat - withdrawal. James recognises it, of course, having been there himself on more than one occasion.

He follows Remy to the sofa and sits down, mulling over his words as he places a hand on the other man’s back. Silent support that he hopes he’ll appreciate. Remy’s reaction to seeing him in pieces suddenly makes a lot more sense. He can’t help but wonder what the addiction is, not that it matters in this moment. Pills, he imagines - he’s never seen Remy drink enough to suspect that.

“What can I do to help?” He murmurs, rubbing Remy’s back. “I can get you some water, or I could stay here if you’d rather.” He’ll leave too, if that’s what Remy wants, but he’s hoping he’ll be allowed to stay.

[thexunpleasantsurprise]

@ciachose gets a broken james :( 

He’s not expecting the knock on his door, and James almost drops his glass of scotch at the sudden sound. He can only hope it’s not actually someone he knows, though that’s hardly likely. Glancing at the door, James takes a few moments to move empty bottles around, hoping to make some of them a bit more inconspicuous. It’s clear even from a quick glance that he’s hasn’t left his flat for a few days now.

The knock comes again and James gives up his pathetic effort at cleaning. He moves towards the door slowly, unsteadily even. Pausing at the door, he straightens his shirt, neatens his hair slightly (there’s nothing he can do about the stubble that he’s grown over the last couple days) before he opens the door a crack. 

His heart sinks when he sees it’s Remy. Truly the last person he wanted to have see him like this. He’s been hellbent on impressing the other man, getting their relationship back on track after their twenty year break. This hardly looks good for him. His usually charming smile is less convincing than normal as he leans in the doorway - partly to steady himself, partly to stop Remy from getting too good a look at the mess inside.

“Do you need something?” His voice is gruff, his sentence short so he doesn’t worry about slurring his words. It’s not how he wants to treat Remy, but he’s desperate for the other man to not come inside. If he lets that happen it’s only a matter of time before Remy decides he can do better than dating James.