To celebrate the fact that I have just written a tiny minuscule fic, after so long spent not ficcing, people, ask me for drabbles before the writer's block comes back
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"Adelle." He stands when she walks back into her office, and their smiles mirror each other.
"Julian," she echoes, on the exact same tone. Both of them players, neither of them played.
Seven measured steps take her over to him, steady on her stilettos. His hands reach for hers even as she offers them, and they kiss each other's cheeks.
"It's been too long," she states, and he squeezes her hands in agreement. "Drink?"
"You know my poison." His eyes shine with the humour of his words, and her lips stretch into a thin smile before she heads over to the decanters.
"What can I do for you this time?" she enquires, although she assumes the answer to be no different than usual. A different scenario, surely, but the imprint will remain the same.
"New scenario," he answers, confirming her suspicions.
She walks back over to him, gives him his glass, and lifts her own. "I'm sure we can schedule it quite soon."
He lifts his, smiles one of his empty smiles, and takes a sip. She watches him, and wonders again, not for the first time, why this CIA agent fascinates him so.
"Julian," she echoes, on the exact same tone. Both of them players, neither of them played.
Seven measured steps take her over to him, steady on her stilettos. His hands reach for hers even as she offers them, and they kiss each other's cheeks.
"It's been too long," she states, and he squeezes her hands in agreement. "Drink?"
"You know my poison." His eyes shine with the humour of his words, and her lips stretch into a thin smile before she heads over to the decanters.
"What can I do for you this time?" she enquires, although she assumes the answer to be no different than usual. A different scenario, surely, but the imprint will remain the same.
"New scenario," he answers, confirming her suspicions.
She walks back over to him, gives him his glass, and lifts her own. "I'm sure we can schedule it quite soon."
He lifts his, smiles one of his empty smiles, and takes a sip. She watches him, and wonders again, not for the first time, why this CIA agent fascinates him so.
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