&. redisavowed

         _{arms crossing over his chest as his gaze drops to the ground. there was no MISSION to worry about, CURRENTLY, at least. there was a long pause, silence filling the room, as he licks his lips, before narrowing his eyes. eyebrows furrowed as he walks towards ethan. taking a DEEP breath in & letting it out with a soft tiresome sigh, he offered the man a HOPELESS smile.}

          _{❛ y’know, i still do mean that i am sorry, even though
        she’s not … well, dead. i short of know how it is like to
HAVE to keep someone you love away from you. but
        i was just wondering, how do you handle it ?  ❜}

oh look, it’s munday. dAMN i still look like i’m ten.

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( *CRIMINAL )

       The fact that he was not aknowledging her even in the slightest bit was making her heart break all over again, but it was not like she would admit something like that out loud. Especially in front of him. They had chosen different paths, yes, but the way he was rubbing it in her face like a dissaproving father would do to his child was just wrong. Infuriated, the blonde assassin unlocked her phone and tapped Ethan’s text, before holding the device right in front of his face.

     ❛ Who said I was talking about you? The world doesn’t spin around you, Brandt. I came here, because Ethan asked me to. And last time I checked, you were still part of his little t e a m. ❜

         _{his eyes met the girl’s phone, before he furrowed his eyebrows. his job was to PROTECT the world, not destroy it. because if she was involved, we’d be talking about DESTRUCTION. she was a complete disaster to him, ever since he learnt who she REALLY was. shaking his head negatively, he licked his lips before FINALLY getting his words together so as to decline ethan’s orders.}

        _{❛  nope, i’ve got benji & he’s good enough for the mission.
        we. are. a. TEAM.  ❜}

niceshces:

                            ❛                     nice shoes, by the way  ❜

.

THIS.

ppyre answered: fuck both make both

/takes this way too seriously an slowly begins/ 

the quESTION; make a jane or an ilsa ??

         _{he was a little less than taken aback by the sudden ATTACK. it was about time someone realised he was not a simple ANALYST. with two quick moves, he was the one pointing the gun at who he considered his ‘ALLY’. a few seconds later, he found himself DROPPING it on the ground with no second thoughts. RAISING an eyebrow, his gaze dropped to his hands as he rubbed his knuckles with his thumb.}

        _{❛                you know N O T H I N G about me.  ❜}

bless benji dunn