TARGET ACQUIRED // YANK WITH A BADGE 🔫

        ❛        THE   FBI   HAS   _{absolutely   nothing   to   hide    .        do   you}    ?        ❜

@coldestspy    liked    . 

❛ OBVIOUSLY. ❜ _{She sounds bored, and truth be told: she is. It’s bloody moronic that she’s gotten this assignment, when it just as well could have gone to anyone out of Five. Waste of sodding resources, is what it was. ❛ I hardly think your branch knows enough to hide at all; ❜ she remarks smoothly, her cigarette lifting to her chapped lips for a long, and needed draw of the sweet nicotine. ❛ I’ll share whatever I deem pertinent, ❜ she finally adds, eyes scanning the woman with mild curiosity. She never has been able to understand women who willingly seek out a bloody desk assignment. ❛ MI-6 isn’t in the habit of handing out secrets. ❜}

throatcaught:

@coldestspy // rockstar au.

She’s just gotten the news that her single is going to be broadcast across the UK, Europe and Canada. Never could she have guessed that she’d actually ever come through as a poet or even a rockstar but her music still felt small. She was still an underground performer with a small following in the queer punk scene, all her venues glowing with a neon haze… but her song had made it, and that feels like a small victory.

It’s bittersweet. Knowing her lyrics were all about the same woman, whom she’d likely never see again. She clicks play on her CD player, listening to the song one more time– she has more songs of course, but she hasn’t released them yet, only performed them. Her EP is due in a few weeks.  ♫ ♩ ^{“… against her lips, and the quiver of her hips… you can’t hold that down…”} ♫ ♪ she wonders if Lorraine has heard it yet. Or if she will now that the radio will be playing it. 

 ♫ ♪ ^{“… the truth in her eyes is the sky after a storm, but she’s the storm, and you want more…”}  ♪ ♬

OF COURSE SHE’D HEARD THE SONG. _{She’d kept extreme close tabs on Delphine as soon as she got her out of Berlin. She’d moved on, obviously – life wouldn’t stand still for a wounded heart, but she couldn’t deny a sense of loss. But the loss was something bitter-sweet; something that made her set the cigarette down and focus solely on the vodka when she listened. A sense of pride, and contentment. There was a great solace in knowing at least one of them had made it out. Delphine had what she’d always wanted. What she deserved. Granted what Lorraine deserved was probably not fame and success; at least not in any desirable sense of the words. Her head lolls back, the heft headphones snug against her ears, keeping the earthy voice of her one-time-lover close as the song played on and on, repeating until sleep would claim her; vodka dulling the edges of her awareness as well as the pangs in her chest. She supposed she hadn’t walked away completely empty handed herself, though – that surprisingly wise warning of Delphine’s had not been forgotten; apparently by either of them, she thinks with a smile as the now-familiar lyric cycles its way back around.}

TARGET ACQUIRED // THE POET ♥ 🔫

❛   YOU  LOOK  LIKE you’ve  seen  a  ghost,   cherie  .    ❜    //  @coldestspy

HER HEART BEATS RAPIDLY. _{Gaze is steady — though there is a tremble in the tips of her fingers. She doesn’t believe in illusions or spirits; never has. The real ghosts are those like herself — hollow shells inhabited by monstrous creatures.}SOULLESS. Heartless. <sub>Questions mean little now, and never one to trifle with the impertinent, she foregoes the needless remarks of ‘ you’re alive ‘. She bites back the pain that her pounding heart creates, tries to deny the relief and the grief that she’s been suppressing since the night she found her there on the floor. ❛ You could have told me. ❜ 

It’s simple, yet the words tumble out treacherous — giving away the hurt; much like the way her icy gaze glazes over the longer she looks at her. It’s nothing new for a spy to fake their own demise; but she could’ve helped. She would’ve helped. She aches to touch her, but her feet stay rooted.</sub> 

TARGET ACQUIRED // FOOLISH GIRL 🔫

_{A   THIN   AND   DELICATE   FRAME        ;     trembling   fingers   shoved   deep   in   pockets   as   she   struggled   to   maintain   a   distance   that   would   calm   the   waves   of   rising   anxiety   swallowing   her   oxygen  ,     other   hand    CLUTCHING    a   vintage   camera     (   prized   possession  ;     family   heirloom   ).     too   much   playing   on   a    DISTRACTED    mind  ,     éliane   stumbled   into   her   target.     disjointed   thoughts    tumbling   from   parted   lips.      INSTANTLY    defensive.     ❝     i   wasn’t   following   you.     i’m   not    –     ❞     lies.}

_{@coldestspy     |     STARTER.}

HANDS CATCH THE OTHER BY THE SHOULDER, _{she’s been aware of her for sometime now — it was bloody difficult not to be. The girl was practically begging to be caught, right down to running into Lorraine herself. Her grip is rough and she shoves enough to urge the girl’s feet moving, intent on putting them inside the alley adjacent to where they stood out on a crowded street. ❛ If you’re going to make a habit out of following dangerous people, at least learn how to tell a fucking} LIE _{convincingly. ❜ She’s cold. Bitter as a Siberian wind – she’s got no time for sodding games. With one hand still gripping the other woman’s shoulder, she reaches down to try and wrench the camera away with the other. All she needed was to get them out of plain sight — put walls between herself and witnesses. The rest would depend on what the little} STALKER _{had to say for herself.} 

TARGET ACQUIRED // SQUATTER 🔫

_{❛                  LISTEN  UP  ,   you  put  down  yours  ,  and  i’ll  put  down  mine  .       ❜      heart  begins  to  race  .  how  would  she  explain  herself  ?  what  excuse  would  she  come  up  with  ?  what  would  gain  the  other  woman's  sympathy  the  most  ?  a  million  reasons  pop  into  her  head  ,  a  wave  of  anxiety  washes  over  her  .  she  never  underestimated  a  woman  with  a  gun  .  ❛       i  can  explain  .       ❜   //  @coldestspy}

ON THE SURFACE, LORRAINE REMAINS CALM. _{She has little to fear from the girl herself – no matter what she might be capable of, Lorraine is securely confident that she could kill her with minimal effort. It’s the fact that her own personal safe house is apparently fucking} COMPROMISED _{that alarms her, though she reflects nothing of it to the girl. Her cold blue gaze stays fixed upon the smaller figure, noting how steady and confident she seems with the gun, despite her young age. Impressive. Briefly, she wonders what} ELSE _{the girl might be capable of. It’s not as if her night could get any sodding worse, and she really doesn’t need one more body added to the count – she’d actually enjoy some bloody rest for once.}

_{❛ Well then. ❜ she says calmly, voice low — gun lowering as she shifts her stance. ❛ You’d better start talking. ❜}