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[painfultryingcop]

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“I’m not at liberty to discuss that with you.”

[pricedfate]

Candle, Stocking, Yule.

December Positivity Meme | Accepting

Candle:  tag someone who has helped you on a dark day.

@antibuttons paige has been here when i was going through some really dark thoughts. she sends me memes when i need to laugh and just, makes my dark days shine!!

and @danawcrd jay, my other waffle, we’re so alike that literally every day, i’ll read past messages between us and it just makes me smile and laugh to msyelf rhkfjdhj I KNWO IT SAID SOMEONE BUT FUCK THE RULES 

Stocking:  tag someone whose small gestures have meant a lot to you

@deadpostergirl BINI like i don’t talk to bini that much, BUT GOD WHEN WE DO TALK??? JSHJDDHSFJHJHFJH EVERY OFFER BINI MAKES TO PLOT WITH MY CHLOE?? I’M LIKE?? HONORED???? HFJDFKHJK

Yule:  tag someone who seems to always have a positive attitude

@wxlriider  MEGSSSSSS MEGS IS SO NICE AND JUST, IVE NEVER SEEN MEGS HAVE A BAD ATTITUDE ABOUT ANYTHING?????? ALWAYS SUPPORTIVE!!!

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Continued from Here! With @wxlriider

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  Waylon was slowly becoming adjusted to undercover missions. False names, clothes he normally wouldn’t wear, styling and sometimes even wigs. It was high risk, but he and Miles have proved capable again, and again. 

  This however, was.. Uncomfortable. What exactly did it entail to ‘pretend to be a couple’? To what ends do they preform that? And.. What would entail ‘preforming’..?

 This kind of work was dangerous, it required the ability to blend in and work quickly, Miles and Waylon were both fairly adept at that by now. Before certain events, Waylon really was just an IT guy. He worked at HQ, maintaining programs and double checking data, standard code-monkey things, but after an incident he ended up preforming well in field work situations too, now he acted as something like a ‘brain’ to Miles’ ‘brawn’, not that Miles was lacking in the brain department himself. He just wasn’t.. Tech savvy, which he sometimes needed on the field, during missions like this. They were supposed to sneak off eventually, to the building’s data storage room, and then Waylon’s work would begin. 

  It was a high-end, pent-house sort of party, hosted by the CEO of a corrupt organization that had global reach and influence, supposedly they had access to a program they would attach to their satellites, which could grant them global access to all sorts of broadcasts, data, and facilities. It was too much power for a non-political and easily bribed company to have, if that was the case.

 Their mission was to figure out if they had what Waylon and Miles’ agency has heard, they have. They needed evidence before they acted. 

 They were to attend this formal evening gathering impersonating two individuals on the guest list, who the host of said party has never actually met, and thus won’t be able to tell their fake. What he does know, is these men were engaged, and are only involved in the business of the host on account of their relationship to the host’s daughter. They were.. Colleagues of sorts, so they were invited.

  So in essence; They were engaged, and the host’s spoiled daughter’s nice friends who were here by her invite.

“Let’s just agree not to mention this to anyone else, if we can help it.” Waylon murmured, adjusting the tie under his somewhat stiff suit. 

  Of course, Waylon’s own wife would understand, and actually probably get a hell of a laugh out of this, but it bothered Waylon nonetheless. There was a false engagement ring on his finger, and the wedding ring he wore on a necklace was absent. 

 His grip adjusted a little on the overly-formal and unfamiliar cane. 

“You ready?” He asked, glancing to Miles.

  He would never admit it, but Miles actually looked.. Really nice, cleaned up and neat looking. 

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@wxlriider // continued

"That..." There's a short pause before he'll continue, the moment of hesitation more than enough for Waylon to remember every instance of him just barely making it prior to bumping into the other man. Once the realisation hits, he doesn't feel like he has the right to critisize anymore, and so he finishes with a barely audible sigh and painfully fake enthusiasm, "Sounds like some plan."

A quick look at the maintenance box, along with Miles' words still ringing in his ears, forces the tech's lips into a thin line. It'll be a miracle if that somehow doesn't get infected, he thinks to himself, and points at Miles' hands: "How did that happen, by the way?"

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@wxlriider ♥ ‘d

❝ I hope you’re happy with yourself, because you’ve just dipped your journalist shoes into a whole lotta bullshit. ❞

[heavenlyexiled]

@wxlriider cont. from [ x ]

    Elizabeth knew Murkoff, Mark had worked for them, but never did he tell her about it...so to have them surrounding Miles and her, she was scared. Hearing the scream and to see the blood splatter, she closed her eyes tightly, trying to hid behind Miles, gripping his jacket in fear

    However, the slam from a shoulder and feeling herself being dragged, she opened her eyes and looked up to Miles, scared.

    “W--What? Miles, no!” She pleaded with him, tears in her eyes. It was happening again, she got too close to someone and this was the price for it. “Please don’t leave me, Miles!” She cried to him, reaching out to grab his wrist when he got out from under the desk but he was already too far for her to grab.

    She had watched what happened, the blood coming from Miles, the screams from soldiers, Elizabeth was trembling, her eyes wide and her hands up to her mouth, panicked breaths escaping her.

                     She was hyperventilating.

    That smile had gave her, it was enough to break her as her blue eyes were locked onto him, watching as he fell to the floor.

    “MILES!” She screamed, quickly crawling out from under the desk and to his side as she just looked him over, the bullet holes, everything, her hands covered in blood and that’s when she finally looked at them.

    Her hands were beyond shaking, stained in that crimson color, Elizabeth then looked to where Miles was, but instead, she saw Alex, the first person whom she allowed to get killed, blinking a few times, Alex was now replaced with Miles. Slowly, she rolled him onto his back and looked at the bullet holes, the wounds, their damage, Elizabeth began to cry as she looked down at him, she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t shove anything back inside like with Alex...she couldn’t...

    Now she had gone and got somebody else killed, this wasn’t right...whatever higher power there was, poisoning everybody she touched, she couldn’t handle another death, she couldn’t..

    Placing her hands on both his shoulders, she looked down at him, the blood from his nose and mouth, she shook her head. “Pl--Please, Miles..!” She whispered to him, looking around the room and seeing the bodies, everything was...wrong. Elizabeth quickly looked back at her friend.

    “Please, you can’t...you’re not dead, you’re not!” She screamed at him, hoping to get it through his head. “You told me you were already dead! You can’t just...re-die! Please!” She lowered her head, sobbing hysterically.

    “Yo--You’re all that I---that I have left...!” Elizabeth pleaded with him before looking around the room, that’s when she got up and hurried over to a large piece of cloth, laying it next to Miles. She then began to roll him over on top of it, but of course, he was a foot taller than her, so it took a lot of energy, but she barely managed. 

    “We--we’re leaving, o--okay? We’re gonna--gonna go..” Elizabeth whispered to him, voice breaking each time she spoke as she then grabbed one end of the cloth and began to tug at it, once again, Miles being much taller than her, she wasn’t really going anywhere..

[taintednow-a]

THE TRUTH WOULD SET HER FREE, THE TRUTH WOULD ALLOW HER TO EXISTENCE SHE YEARNS FOR. still, she wasn’t ready to speak that truth. she wasn’t ready to be completely open about everything that had happened to her and everything she had done for the sake of surviving.           ❝ i was not ready for the fall, too blind to see the writing on the wall. ❞            instead, she would have rather moved along in her life, ignoring everything around her in hopes that everything would just get better for her. that if she just turned a blind eye, it would get better.

@wxlriider             \           lyric sc.           \            live to tell - madonna.

[fearbehindasmile]

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