Après moi le deluge

& & & Be afraid of the lame;
They'll inherit your legs.
& & & Be afraid of the old;
They'll inherit your souls,
& & & Be afraid of the cold;
They'll inherit your blood.
& & & Apres moi, le deluge;After me comes the flood......
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Song: Top Notch(acoustic)
Artist: Manchester Orchestra
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travismax:

Manchester Orchestra//Top Notch(acoustic)

7 minutes ago on October 21st, 2014 | J | 95 notes

gotbloodonmysuit:

It wasn’t too much of a surprise; he was vaguely aware of his teammate. Knew she was something of an introvert. Liked her space. Didn’t know she was a she, not that he would give a damn one way or another. Wasn’t his interest. She wasn’t his interest. He kept his respectful distance and regarded her with a glance on the occasion one was exchanged. A nod. A cigarette offering. Far and few apart; a business partner was what she was in his eyes, and how he considered her.

Top shelf, to the left. His gloved hands followed her instructions, eyes spotting a bottle of scotch with a light breath of triumph. He pulled it down, grabbing a towel from nearby and beginning to fold it. A cup was set (with a bit less grace than he intended) beside it with a sharp tap, pouring himself some. He knocked back a rather large gulp before he ran the towel under water, beginning to dab away at the scattered markings on his cheek, the blood edging from his nose and the corners of his lips.

He glanced over at her, offering a grateful nod. He hardly gave notice to the apple— he ate at all sorts of senseless hours. Besides, he was vaguely aware of the time.

"Scotch?" he offered.

She did not bother to try speaking with him further. It seemed like something they both would have preferred. Instead, she focused on her apple, resisting the urge to take large bites by instead taking smaller ones and forming a systematic pattern around the fruit until it began to wane, only the core remaining. Out of the corner of her eye, Berezi could see him reach for the bottle, body language content. Good, at least he found some sort of comfort today.

She forced herself not to flinch when the glass was set down, the sound contrasting sharply with the silence she had enjoyed just moments before. The smaller Spy allowed a soft sigh, standing to toss the core into the bin, before sitting back down, a bit self-conscious about foraging for something else to eat. Besides, this was more interesting and more productive than trying to sleep. The offer was, honestly, a bit of a shock, but she supposed it was a professional courtesy more than a kindness.

"Yes," she paused, then added quickly as if she had forgotten, "Please."

44 minutes ago on October 21st, 2014 | J | 6 notes

gotbloodonmysuit:

The kitchen was dimly lit, the

Frenchman fumbling around in
cabinets and shelves. He was
searching for alcohol— for more
than one reason.

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The sound of another captured
his attention momentarily, curious
as of who would both be awake at
this hour, as well as who would
intrude. A sneer spread across
his lips, turning back to the
cupboards as he continued in
his search.

                                                “What.”
                                                A hiss. Not quite a question.
                                                Unamused.

His fellow Spy was sitting at the kitchen table, chewing thoughtfully on an apple. It was interesting to see another of her class in the kitchen at this hour, but she supposed she could not be all that surprised. She had spent many evenings slipping through the base, as quiet as possible, looking for first aid kits to help mend wounds she was not supposed to receive.

"I would ask the same, but your reasoning is more obvious."

She took another bite of the apple, evidently nonplussed by the situation. She had no intentions of explaining that she would sneak food in the early hours of the morning to avoid conflict with her teammates. If they knew just how much she needed to eat to remain at her current weight, she would undoubtedly be plagued by Medics trying to ‘cure’ her. It was the last thing she needed.

"Top shelf to the left," she finally ceded, "I believe there are a few bottles, though I cannot tell you what type."

1 hour ago on October 21st, 2014 | J | 6 notes
ro-zee:

Got dapper men on the mind, and Hamlet, kind of.

ro-zee:

Got dapper men on the mind, and Hamlet, kind of.

2 hours ago on October 21st, 2014 | J | 347 notes
Tagged as: #IC Interest 


voodoosnipes:

spies-never-compromise:

"You cannot do this for every wound I receive, you know?" She pulled away abruptly, gingerly patting the scraped cheek the Sniper had kissed, "Because I receive many. And it is unsanitary." Berezi wrinkled her nose at the word, crossing her arms defensively.

"Besides those three substances mentioned, plus possible gore, brain matter and dirt, what else is there to worry about being on your face? And you make it seem like blood has entered anyone’s mouth before."

If the Spy thought about who she was with, then kissing a dirty anything wasn’t really a major concern to her. As long as there was a shower afterwards, of course.

She had not even thought to include anything else she knew she was covered in as she collected her day’s layer of grit and grime. Perhaps it was her reluctance to kiss or be kissed by anyone at all, let alone when there was the possibility of disease in the matter. Berezi, herself, was more susceptible to sickness as it was, meaning she did her best to avoid any means of becoming ill.

"That actually makes it more unsanitary and less logical for you to put your mouth anywhere near me," she grumbled, "And the taste beside. Ugh."

3 hours ago on October 21st, 2014 | J | 4 notes

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3 hours ago on October 21st, 2014 | J | 9,215 notes

slitheringsaboteur:

He snorted. “There are many more reasons for you not to be speaking with me than the simple facts that I am BLU and a Spy, mon ami.” His mouth stretched in a toothy grin, little needle points gleaming on all his teeth. “Perhaps I am hungry, after all? How would you know, until it was too late?”

He was right, but they certainly were not the reasons he was thinking of. The pointed pet name made her even more weary of the conversation than before. She noted the teeth, but they were not as worrisome as his sheer size. Outrunning the length of those coils seemed more a challenge than avoiding his teeth. She blew another smoke ring, then tried to blow another smaller one through it, though she failed. It was all a part of the act.

"If you are trying to scare me," she finally sighed, "It is not working."

17 hours ago on October 20th, 2014 | J | 3 notes


voodoosnipes:

spies-never-compromise:

"You cannot do this for every wound I receive, you know?" She pulled away abruptly, gingerly patting the scraped cheek the Sniper had kissed, "Because I receive many. And it is unsanitary." Berezi wrinkled her nose at the word, crossing her arms defensively.

"Ala! So you can take getting jars of urine and that questionable white substance, but a dry kiss is unsanitary?" Just going to roll her eyes.

"Those are even less sanitary, but I mean that you do not know what I have been through today, and putting your lips on any part of me is questionable. And there is blood, too."

Her nose wrinkled once more, more than a little wary of what she could have on her before showering. Why anyone would want to put their face near her was beyond her reasoning.

18 hours ago on October 20th, 2014 | J | 4 notes


"You cannot do this for every wound I receive, you know?" She pulled away abruptly, gingerly patting the scraped cheek the Sniper had kissed, "Because I receive many. And it is unsanitary." Berezi wrinkled her nose at the word, crossing her arms defensively.

18 hours ago on October 20th, 2014 | J | 4 notes

butcher-of-badlands:

But what if I do?!

Then you do. *She shrugs.*

18 hours ago on October 20th, 2014 | J | 9 notes