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oh.
if binx ends up with andera and becomes queen of the air and darkness, queen of the place where lost things hide best, the one who might lead others to find them with a word on the wind, i’ll cry. i’ll scream. game over
Marko pushes Albert into the fuckin river bc he doesnt know how 2 flirt with him
I SCREAMED I love this SHGKHK ✨ he can’t help being rude when he’s trying to flirt or make friends because he literally cannot interact with people in any other way. his style of flirting has the same energy as this:
AND YOU’RE NOT GONNA TELL US WHO…AND GUVE US THE JUICY DETAILS?? 😫😫😫😫
ASKDSLF UR SO RIGHT ANNAKA ok so this is just an intro and is mostly vibes but....
(in reference to this post about being fake married undercover agents with ur fave)
the first time he sees you, it's in the lobby of HQ, and you run directly into him.
you're sweet-voiced and shy, apologizing profusely as he helps you pick papers up off the ground. pretty in a fresh-faced, girl-next-door type of way. the intelligence agency he works for masquerades as a law firm, so he figures you've been hired as a front-facing secretary, or something.
the last thing he expects is to be introduced to you half an hour later—as his new undercover partner.
at first, he protests: you're too young (twenties, maybe early thirties at the most), too green, too naive. he's been in this business for almost as long as you've been alive. he's knows how ugly it can be. he's seen agents with decades-long clean slates get captured, tortured, killed. it only takes a tiny slip-up. a tiny moment of weakness.
he bets his superior officer you won't even last the week.
but then you turn out to be smart. unnervingly smart. and a smartass, too, especially after being treated with such open condescension and disdain. a complete one-eighty from the timid church mouse he'd taken you for.
you have the research dossier memorized back to front within a day. you answer to your assigned pseudonym easily and without pause. combat is your weak spot—the first time he takes you to the sparring mat, it takes him less than a minute to pin you to the mat (with your hands above his head)—but you submit to his grueling training schedule with very little complaining, and you improve at an impressive rate.
so. fine. you're competent at your job (if a little snarky). he can work with that. all you have to do is stay out of his way.
and all he has to do is keep himself from getting distracted.
Your tags page is a work of art. That is all <3 *cries silently over ships*
Thank you so much! :D I take no credit for the actual page design - kudos to the awesome coder who did all the work! - but adding all the links did take most of yesterday and the night before n-n;;
/cries with you over life-ruining ships/