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[kingofdirtandnothing]

@sugarcanesweet​ whoops I tripped, fell and this came right out of my pocket

“What’s going on in there, huh?”

He taps the side of Esli’s temple, like he’s got any chance at all at knowing what’s going on in that vault of a head of his. Jack knows he should keep his damn mouth shut, enjoy the moment while it lasts. Statesman work would be seeping in before too much longer.

Texas was a break, close enough to squint and almost pretend like he was home. Even if the accents aren’t right. 

But he’s all wrapped up in something he shouldn’t be, and he’s never been good at leaving well enough alone. 

So he brushes his knuckles down along Esli’s shoulder, over an old scar, and waits to see if there’s any kind of answer coming.

“¿Qué estás pensando?”

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            stares with absolutely acerbic poison.

[analyticallymindedarchive]

❛ why are we here then? beside you getting to show off how adorably clever you are. ❜

               ❛ you say that like my being adorably clever isn’t enough reason to do anything. ❜   she grins, looking over her shoulder at him, as if daring him to say anything to the contrary.   ❛ you get three guesses on what we’re doing, starting now. ❜

nysm2 meme // accepting.

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( @sugarcanesweet​ / cont. )

Their situation is not IDEAL, to say the least. They’ve been pinned down fairly well and before Ford can even really start to formulate an escape plan, Esli has apparently made up his mind on his own. There’s not much he can do to stop the other man from putting himself out in the open barring tackling him to the ground which would do nothing but expose them both, which is exactly what they DON’T want to do. So, Ford keeps his position for the moment, letting the other agent draw the guard’s attention.

There’s limited time. Ford can’t be sure if they’re going to detain Esli or flat out execute him then and there so he has to assume the latter. He won’t lose another agent on assignment, not like this. He moves CAREFULLY, noiselessly as he can so the guard’s attention is kept solely on Esli, and makes it around the building to flank the guards.

There aren’t as many as they initially assumed, they’re just armed to the teeth. Better and worse for him, he supposes. If he doesn’t take care of them in short order there’s a good chance he’ll get blown out of his shoes. The first is EASY enough. Running up behind the man and shooting him point blank, making quick work of the others with another few shots. Quick and easy, thankfully, but they're hardly out of the woods. Someone’s bound to have heard the shots. “C’mon.”

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THIS IS SO CURSED AND BEAUTIFUL AT THE SAME TIME FUCK.

*infomercial voice* bUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!

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@agiint​ IM GONNA LOSE MY MIND

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💋 sweats

Smooch a Cowboy: (Accepting)

It’s everything he ever fucking wanted. 

Everything he told himself that under no circumstances could he ever have. Because there’s business and there’s pleasure, and there’s no crossing that goddamn line when it comes to Statesman, because it’s all he’s got in this world. 

And then there’s Esli. Fucking Esli who smirks at him like an asshole and has no idea it cuts through Jesse’s nerve endings like a hot knife. Esli, who sat beside him after Jesse’s first kill, and refused to talk about it, but refused to leave in the same breath. 

Esli, who’s walking him backwards down a long hallway, fingers caught in his jacket and bourbon on his lips as he kisses him. 

Esli. Esli. Esli. 

Esli, who Jesse wants in ways that are so much worse than sodomy and sin, because he wants to know what he looks like in the morning, what it sounds like when he’s sleeping. 

Esli, who doesn’t have a scar on his cheek. 

“Wait-”

The kiss slows, a nip at his bottom lip making him feel woozy. Or maybe it’s the booze. Everything is blurry around the edges, and Jesse is having a hard time holding himself upright. 

“Waitaminute.”

A blink. Then another. The body pressed against him ain’t tall enough, the dark hair too short. 

Jesse just has time to see the syringe before it sinks into his neck. 

“Sonuvabi-”

And then everything goes black.