#spieshot

[viruscide-blog]

The windows to his apartment were open.

"Been a while," he says, not bothering to turn on the lights before tossing his keys and wallet onto the counter.  He makes his way to the fridge, grabbing a bottled water, and turns to lean against the same counter, staring out into the dark of his living room and taking a small sip -- the very picture of calm in the face of a familiar intruder.

"I'd offer you a drink, but there's not much here."﹙ @spieshot ♡'d. ﹚

[patronedsaint-a]

❝   i’m  so  excited  my  hands  are  literally  shaking.  either  that  ,  or  i  just  need  another  cigarette.  maybe  it’s  a  little  of  both.   ❞

   CANON DIALOGUE   /    @spieshot.

[viruscide-blog]

﹙ @spieshot / ADA. ﹚

❝   how   cute.   ❞    a  subtle  snicker  slipped  through  her  coral  lips.     ❝   after   all   these   years                      you   finally   made   a   move.   ❞ sultry tone  ornating  her  words  as  her  irises  CONSUMED  his  image.  small  footsteps  approached  her  figure  next  to  his,  her  right  hand  was  situated  upon  the  back  of  his  head  while  her  fingertips  intersected  his  strands.    ❝  do  not  start something   you   can’t   finish,  Leon.  ❞

"Who says I'm not planning to follow through?" Her touch incites gooseflesh on his skin and he leans into it, tilting his head slightly to regard her with a raised brow.  A hand rests on the small of her back as the other trails the expanse of her upper arm and stops to rest at her chin.  His thumb teases her lower lip, plush and inviting, and smears pink across his flesh.  It causes something base to flare up within him.  His gaze narrows.  "I'm not the one with the track record around here."

[traumade]

" so ... we finally meet .. " ( my precious jill )

     she  knows  a  thing  or  two  about  betrayal.   about  never  truly  knowing  whether  someone’s  on  her  side,  about  the  figurative  knife  that  wedged  itself  between  the  notches  in  her  spine.   she’s  become  quite  weary  of  people  whose  alignment  changes  with  the  wind.   

     Leon’s  always  been  quick  to  defend  Ada,  but  as  soon  as  the  issue  of  her  loyalty  arises,  he  falls  silent,  unable  to  properly  defend  her  often  questionable  actions,  and  that  in  itself  is  enough  to  tell  Jill  all  she  needs  to  know.   when  you  help  someone,  you  do  so  wholeheartedly  –  at  least,  that’s  what  she  believes,  what  she  practices  –  and  tales  of  Ada’s  only  convenient  camaraderie  have  never  settled  well  with  her.   in  this  moment,  neither  does  the  sly  smile  playing  at  the  taller  woman’s  lips.  

    ‘  looks  that  way.  ’   supposed  ally  or  not,  she  doesn’t  have  to  be  civil.   letting  your  guard  down  only  makes  it  harder  to  watch  your  back  for  any  incoming  stabs.

[viruscide-blog]

pecks his forehead

Gone in her typical "blink-and-you'll-miss-it" fashion, the only evidence it leaves behind is the ghost of her lips against his skin, pleasantly warm and stained red, red, red.  "-- thanks, Ada," he says, sounding rather breathless -- mostly out of surprise than any preconceived bashfulness.

[viruscide-blog]

﹙ ADA. ﹚

❝ I DON'T GET SCARED.  I'M PRACTICALLY FEARLESS. ❞

A dry laugh.  “-- Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.”

He admires her handiwork from afar, gloved digits moving across the screen at such an impeccable speed that it’s almost dizzying.  It’s a little hard to remain impressed when running out of time.  The self-destruct sequence is loud and taunting over the PA system of the underwater base, but it’s nothing compared to the sound of the rushing water that threatened to barge into the room at any second.  A bolt holding the industrial doors flies loose from the pressure out of the corner of his vision.  He doubles down on his hold — useless, but better than nothing.

Better make this fast.

“You work well under pressure, right?”  Bad pun, really bad pun.  Another bolt comes undone in protest, landing on his shoe like a rotten tomato.  Tough crowd.

“Ada --!”

He doesn’t mean to rush her -- pun seriously unintended -- but they’re running out of time.

                                                                                                                        — meme / @spieshot / accepting.