๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ . ย ย /ย ย @coolcattmโโ said :ย [ GAZE ] -- right before the kissing begins, sender gazes at receiver's lips, then back up at their eyes, waiting for them to make a move or give confirmation. ( oops. tj )
SHEโS TOLD HIM TIME AND TIME AGAIN THAT SHEโS A LOST CAUSE WHEN IT COMES TO THIS, BUT HE KEEPS TRYING ----------- sheโs never been able to see what he does when they look at the same piece when it comes into the gallery (ย ย sure, the fact that she sees them as a TOOL OF THE TRADE now; a way for her to gather intelligence puts them in a very non - romantic kind of light. she doesnโt have them around her for beauty or meaning ------- these paintings arenโt meant to hang on her wall and have her ADMIRE them.ย ย )
but sheโs always been more matter - of - fact than imaginative; at least when it comes to something like this. itโs been an ASSET to her more times than she can count in her career, but now that she has to feign an extensive art opinion to keep her cover, being able to speak to something in terms of BLACK AND WHITE only serves her if itโs a picasso sheโs trying to push.
so here they stand, side by side, her arm curled around his while she tries to sort out what kind of SMALL TALK sheโs going to have to make with one of coyโs reps when theyโre in later that night. (ย ย her confidence and her ability to THINK ON HER FEET is only going to take her so far with this one. he knows his art.ย ย ) but after the second run - through it still sounds like sheโs bullshitting (ย ย which ... she isย ย ), and if she canโt convince herself now, how is she supposed to convince a crime lord with a taste forย
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โi still donโt know how you do it,โ she sighs, running her free hand through her hair before squinting at the canvas again, as if doing so will make things EASIER. โseeing beauty in something like this. itโs roughย and complicated and -------- i donโt think my brainโs ever going to work that way.โ itโs aroundย then she realizes that heโs looking at HER and not the painting anymore, the corner of his mouth turned UP like he knows something she doesnโt. (ย ย which doesnโt narrow things down ---- he knows a lot of things she doesnโt.ย ย )ย
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โwhatโs that for? am i that bad?โ a canine snags her bottom lip, watching the way the questions only make that curl of his mouth grow. she knows that look --------- knows WHERE heโs looking, too --------- he doesnโt try to hide the way his eyes keeping flickering UP and then back down again, and she wonโt call him on it either. instead she goes about lifting her chin up to encourage him to come just a little bit closer, and when he leans in to KISS HER, it almost makes her forget what she still has to do later tonight. (ย ย she doesnโt exactly what him to STOP either.ย ย )
if only everything tonight was going to feel this easy ...
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๐๐ข๐๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ก ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐จ๐ง๐. ย /ย ย @coolcattmโ said :ย ๐ค๐ผ + 21 -- in a rush of adrenaline. ( from tj hehe )
HE KNOWS AS WELL AS SHE DOES WHATโS WAITING FOR THE BOTH OF THEM IF HER COVERโS BLOWN ---------- enemy of the state is going to sound downrightย DIMINUATIVE next to what the black market here in hightown will call her; and whatever bountyโs waiting for her back stateside will be pocket change. still; once a spy, always a spy ------------------- itโs engrained in her by now. itโs always going to be there in the back of her mind, wheels turning, even when the situation continually tempts her to SHUT IT OFF and just be BLISSFULLY UNAWARE for once in her life.ย
( ย and if there was ever one of those times, itโs now ------- walking through the market that pops up at the end of every month, fingers LINKED with his while they try to find that one stand that sells the laksa sheโs been talking his ear off about for the last two weeks. ย )
so of course it ISNโT MEANT TO BE ------------------ a face in the crowd that is immediately out of place; instantly familiar for all the wrong reasons --- a former COLLEAGUE at SHIELD whoโd turned out to be as untrustworthy as they come (ย ย AND YET SOMEHOW SHEโS THE ONE MARKED AS PERSONA NON GRATA BACK HOMEย !ย ย ), and one who could readily ID her out of SPITE let alone a reward. at least she sees him before he does her.ย
ย ย ย ย ย โteej,โย we gotta go. she knows better than to all - out RUN; there are enough bodies between them that they should be able to continue to BLEND IN until they get closer to the edges of the crowd. so the tug she gives his hand is SUBTLE as she angles herself in the direction they need to go in, hoping he gets the HINT that their laksa will have to wait. her attention is split between the entrance of the market and glancing behind, making sure the FACE sheโd seen hadnโt gone and had his own A - HA MOMENT. too late. and now she thinks sheโs seeing two. โshit. we gotta go.โ
somewhere in between that last glance over her shoulder and the need to turn a walk into a sprint she loses tijasarโs hand; opting for the closest SIDE STREET in an attempt to disappear into the shadows that no amount of NEON LIGHT in hightown could fully blot out, hoping that heโll follow ---------------- but itโs only an EMPTY ALLEYWAY BEHIND HER when she glances back again towards the main street, and her stomach canโt help but SINK. (ย ย she knows heโs more than capable of handling a pair of former hydra nobodies attempting to punch well above their weights; itโs just the nagging realization that they both have the raft in their futures if they get caught; and sheโs gone and split them up.ย ย )
she turns one corner, then another, keeping close enough to the buildings to trace her fingers along the mortar gaps in between stone squinting for a hint of a landmark to help gauge how far she is from her apartment; from SANCTUARY ------- counting it out in minutes, in steps, and hoping that when she reaches her front door heโsย going to be waiting for her. but that hope gets interrupted by a hand around her arm ---- how she manages to keep quiet save for a startled โNOโ, she isnโt entirely sure ---- and a pulled invitation to join them in the alleyway that culminates with her back against the bricks.ย
------------------------- not them; HIM. (ย ย and the look on his face isnโt one sheโs sure sheโs seen from him before.ย ย ) โfuck, you scared me,โ for a moment she FORGETS HERSELF and lets him see it; the panic in her eyes before a hard BLINK attempts to reset her expression. it may have pushed away the panic, but it left behind the immense RELIEF (ย ย and a racing heartbeatย ย )ย that heโs the one with his fingers curled around her arm and pressing her against the wall not SOMEONE ELSE.ย ย )ย ย โi let go before,โ which is why her hands come up to curl around his wrist now; to KEEP THAT CONTACT.ย โi shouldnโt have let go.โ
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