#xragaire

[silentwcrds]

@xragaire // continued from [ x ]

“Oh come now, Gabriel, is that really necessary? A few slight errors along the way in some family... squabbles doesn’t make me as bad as that. I think you’re overdoing it.” 

[ofinfiniteuniversesa]

@xragaire

“It’s a solid idea Ben. It is. And you would probably be the best candidate but kid...you don’t understand what you’ll be in for...”

[ameliorenous]

he’d been WATCHING her from the shadows for quite some time, which was ODD for the agent, generally, it was just a simple in and out mission for him. but with her? well, she lived up to her name, even if half the time her looks SHIFTED. after determining that he indeed had the RIGHT person, napoleon CAUTIOUSLY approaches. ❛ you know... i pride myself on being able to read people easily, but YOU had me STUMPED for a few days... ❜ he feigns nonchalance, gesturing to the barkeep to pour him a scotch and another of whatever she was drinking. ❛ i DON’T quite think they had a word for WHAT you are, when i was growing up... but, if you don’t mind me saying... it SUITS you. ❜

*·°☆. @xragaire : nat; the agency’s calling~

[iusticae]

“That’s not the way I heard the story.” { @xragaire }

[delabor]

@xragaire​ continued from ☠

Gabriel eyed his brother a bit.  Was he high?  Oh well.  Gabriel calling him out on it would be pot vs kettle.

“Sure, Sam.”  He said quietly, patting the seat next to him.  “I’m just weaving something.  You’re always welcome here.”

breath      ;              relief? steps not horribly unsteady; but enough to notice on an archangel. rather than sitting he curls up on his side; six feet; six inches & a half folded in; back of hooded head pressed to thigh. hugs himself. “so fucking tired.” mentions; voice weary.

“what are you weaving?”

[mixandmatchmuses]

@xragaire

“Let me guess Captain. This is the part where you tell me that I shouldn’t have done what I did? Well I don’t regret it.”

[stardvstdaughter]

@xragaire:

‘ take my bed for tonight. ’

"Gallant of you,” she noted neutrally, tossing her duffel to the floor as Ben clicked the hotel lock closed behind them.  Her gaze scanned the room briefly as she peeled off her coat, making her way to the bathroom with its buzzing florescents and automatic fan.  

"―Mind if I use your shower?  Maids probably wouldn’t love smelling witch-gunk on the sheets in the morning.”

[bigidiotenergytm]

❛ black widow. ❜ there’s a HEAD DIP, a small nod as if acknowledging her presence. hell if he knows WHY she’s there, but he just hopes she isn’t going to be in his way. ❛ please tell me i don’t have to keep callin’ you by that. even if you wanna try to stop me, or whatever. ❜

( @xragaire ! )