Mar 9, 2015
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☠ : NOTP for my muse
// Gwen and Jack are my NOTP.
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☠ : NOTP for my muse
// Gwen and Jack are my NOTP.
"Squeeze my hand."
Jack managed to twitch his hand enough to squeeze Oscar's. He could feel his body rebelling, his head spinning and the need to be sick churning his stomach. Whatever had hit him hit him hard, but he really couldn't remember what it was. He shivered slightly as he tried desperately to peel himself off of what felt like pavement, but he couldn't seem to manage it.
"Everyone okay?" Was the first thing he muttered out, hoping he wasn't going to wake up to more death.
Claiming a space resting against Jack's back while the man worked at his desk, Oscar absentmindedly rested his chin in his friend's dark hair as he pretty much engulfed him with his smaller frame. "When is a good season to get married, do you think?" he asked after a moment of comfortable silence as he watched the screen in front of them with mild fascination.
"Why, are you asking?" Jack started, a grin on his face as he scanned through the documents in front of him. He wasn't exactly sure where that question had come from but he was fairly sure he was safe in joking about it. He wondered who Oscar might be thinking of marrying, hoping quietly it wasn't Scott.
Reset Everything;;Closed RP
It had all began with a simple invitation.
"Won't you come and consider working for us? The perks are quite wonderful and the experience is something... unforgettable."
James should have never gone, never but he had gone. Fooled into a sense of security, and tricked into the mess of an experiment. However, James knew none of this information, as it had all been taken away from his memory. All of those gentle words whispered to him in the night, the prick of the needle as he was sedated for the first memory wipe, waking up and killing a man for not giving him answers about himself... Oh, it was like he was just this toy that MI-6 could play with and it just brought them so much joy to toy with him.
It was another time of waking up again, of being strapped down to the chair. Standard procedure was to be asked the same quesitons: What's your name? What is your job? Who is your boss? And finally... Where must you always return after a mission?
Bleary eyes looked around the room in a dazed after-effect of the machine that was currently hooked to his brain. Something with electrodes and the balance of hormones... It was all down to a specific science, but it was a suppression of memories, not an erasure. It was not to be confused, because Bond often had to have his head cleared at least every six months. Longer than that, and he would begin to gain too many memories back. This was one of those standard scanning procedures. Unbeknownst to James, he had a new doctor that was put in charge of him, to replace the last. She had been a bit of an issue...
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Three in the morning and Jack was still awake. Laying on his bed in nothing more than his pants, Jack could hear a tapping sound on his window. Pulling himself out of his thoughts he shifted to stand against his window, eyes on the figure just outside it. Pulling it open he stared back at Oscar blankly.
"You couldn't just knock?" He asked, shifting to let him in.
”Are you sure this is okay?
"You look lovely.." Rich looked at him appreciatively. "It's more than okay.."
[Fast asleep] Well it was no wonder Jack wasn't answering any of his texts. Rolling his eyes towards the heavens, Oscar then crept forward and carefully started moving Jack's legs so that they were both back on the bed. Once that was done, he did his best to untangle the blankets without jostling the bed too much and then spread them out over the sleeping man. 'At least your body is telling you to do this,' he thought and couldn't stop a smile as he stroked Jack's bangs out of his face.
Without much warning Jack's arms moved to wrap around Oscar, dragging him down with him. In an instant Jack's sleeping form was wrapped tightly around Oscar, his dreams very clearly telling him what whoever was there needed to be loved. It truthfully wouldn't be hard to figure out who he might be dreaming of, painful or not.
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[SMS: Wizard] I'm assuming these were meant for someone else? -JH
[SMS: Wizard] I maintain though, you are stunning. -JH