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Entry tags:
- [comm] lastvoyages,
- did james bond just have an emotion,
- do not ever follow this man's example,
- fight it out,
- fuck talking,
- god he needs therapy,
- he's going drinking after this,
- i hate feelings,
- lets talk about how useless i feel,
- missing her was dark gray all alone,
- mouthy little aussie,
- prepare for the healthiest coping,
- professionals
♠ | 025 | Voice
[No video, this time, because he's still fucking angry. He can control the edge in his voice just barely - he can't control the glower. And he has yet to clean up his shattered Item, the second time he's broken it against a wall of his flat.
When he clicks on the audio, he sounds angry, but you might believe that he's managing it just fine. Might.]
Ellie's vanished.
[And that's all. He's not one for elaboration.]
[Private to Natasha]
Busy?
When he clicks on the audio, he sounds angry, but you might believe that he's managing it just fine. Might.]
Ellie's vanished.
[And that's all. He's not one for elaboration.]
[Private to Natasha]
Busy?
[action]
[She accepts her refill, and sprawls comfortably on his couch. She unpacks the bag, setting her own monogrammed cocktail shaker aside. Oilves all in a row, her own jars of things to nibble on, a container of puffed up potato cakes, some of her lower end caviar. Not because Bond isn't worth the good stuff, but because she knows they're going to be at this for a while.
With the bag finally empty, she's opening the creme fraiche and fixing herself a cold blini. There's some weed in her pocket, but first she wants to see just how thick his cloud of gloom is.]
You got any? Party tricks.
[action]
[His gloom is keeping his anger at bay; anger at himself, at the Admiral, even at Ellie. He knows the latter isn't fair, but that doesn't keep him from resenting her. She was meant to be his ticket home, and Alice before her; both inmates vanished without a word.
He's not consumed by the idea that it means something, that he's not worthy as a warden, because he doesn't give a damn if he is. Bond knows the things he's good at, and he's not often concerned by anything else.
It does occur to him that the Admiral is toying with him. But there's nothing he can do about that, which is just as angering.]
You certainly came prepared. [He can tell the caviar isn't the good stuff, but it's good enough.]
[action]
[She piles a little scoop of caviar onto a potato cake and holds it out to him.]
I've had a lot of experience with men who don't talk about their feelings and instead just try to drown them in alcohol. This is the hub of my wheelhouse.
Open wide.