#jrep

[an-anchor-for-the-soul]

[tambuli]

you and me in red / you and me holding hands / you and me rising voices brave hearts

i thought i’d gotten over this fantasy but apparently it plays back to me when you hold out those long elegant hands and smile like a blinding summer sun

[tiptoedtalking]

Back, Bitches | Jensen

Climbing up the last part of the wall, Jensen smirked confidently as he snuck right between two cameras on the top. Giving his cap a little tap in greeting, he connected his wire to the top of the wall and let himself glide down the other side easily. Funny, how much quicker this went now that he was trying to get back in rather than to get out. Huffing lightly to himself, Jensen calmly removed his wire from the wall and made it roll back up to his belt. Turning his back to the gigantic wall then, he took in the scenery on this side of it, taking only half a minute before already shaking his head in some sort of disbelief.

“Welcome back,” he spoke up then, his voice not carrying far. A far echo of the voice he had held so dear for over a decade replied to him even though no one else could hear it. As if we ever wanted to be back here. Chuckling amused at the response, Jensen shook his head lightly because of his dearest soulmate’s sense of humour. “Well, we’re here now, love,” he stated therefore, shrugging his backpack a little better atop his shoulders and putting his feet into motion then. Just find what you’ve come here for and leave this place again as soon as possible. You don’t have that much fight in you anymore, darling. I don’t want you to get taken out by a five year old. Huffing once again, Jensen started to grin full out at those words. “The only five year old with a chance of killing me would’ve been you, love.”

Shutting up after those words because he was in motion again, Jensen calmly started to make his way further into Claell, the city where his whole life had begun. He still remembered the years he’d spent here. Although most solidly he remembered the last one, when he’d come face to face with his Target and had truly looked at her. He’d fallen in love as quickly as a heartbeat and somehow he’d never been able to let go anymore. Lucky for them an older Westerner had been willing to help them out by getting them over the wall with an address to go to in the outside world. And they’d gone, and they’d found out so many horrible things about the world they were living in, but they had had eighteen wonderful years together nonetheless.

With the great toll the war took on them, however, and everything else they had been bred into, his beautiful wife had not survived past thirty-five anyway. An illness striking her down and turning her brittle and weak, until the infection that found her next took her away from him forever. In the physical sense, that was, because after having shared their mind for so long, he was so in tune with her way of thinking that he could still hear her talk to him occasionally, commenting on the things he was doing or thinking or berating him for not paying enough attention or anything to the likes of that.

And what he could also sometimes still hear her say - but he knew that bit was just the memory replaying over and over - was that he had to go back to their mutual home and find the people who were figuring out on their own what they had discovered in a lifetime. To help them, explain things to them and to offer them a place to stay outside of this godforsaken city. Which was the sole reason he was back in this hell-hole to once again play the government’s tricky games. Only this time he would be playing them on his terms.