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You’re disturbing my peace with all these kisses baby,  shoo!  

            @ofperseus     /      〞 So you were always a romantic.   (You know it’s noticeable.)    〞   「        *    IT’S A LIGHT JOKE━━  Estelle is focused on ignoring the scenarios that formulate in her mind at the true story of Adler’s scar.  Her beloved husband, at the hands of the enemy.  Scarred, for her own sake.  ESTELLE SHIFTS HER WEIGHT ONCE MORE, straddling Adler’s waist. Lips would scatter sweet, fleeting kisses, whilst fingers are wander towards the scar, caressing it with a new found care.     」      〞I wish you told me before.   I feel like I owe you for protecting me like that.  Something.   God, you’re lucky to be alive right now Russ.   (What would I do with out you?), resilient and stubborn.   It’s like you were made for me. 〞   
            
            

@KCRDNEL,           "Oh..  you mean this?  Is it noticeable?"  A light finger grazes over the prominent scar across his face,  reaching just across his lips.  Estelle’s gaze set upon him is endearing,  and even more as rosewater lips ghost over it.  She would intently inspect every flaw upon him,  exempt from retribution.  Things had changed since their first assignment together,  but then again,  that was (ten) years ago.  Their rapport had been merely professional,  and those burdens were Adler’s to carry then.  Time changes that all though as a soft breath passes his lips.  
            
            "Remember back in ‘72,  we were headed east bound,  from Burma to Laos?  We were chasing a Soviet agent.  (Of course) you do,  I don’t think I’d forget our first assignment together either—  the deliberate area ambush separated us and Soviet soldiers took me hostage to conduct (their means) of interrogation.  At the time,  that had been one of the closest encounters I’ve had to Perseus.  I remember…"   A brief pause ensues,  holding Estelle dearly to him,  a hand gently entangling in her soft strands of hair.  Adler’s dedication to chasing this ghost couldn’t unnerve the way he feels towards the love of his life.  "all I could think was that I needed to get back to you,  by any means necessary.  Good thing the CIA made the most resilient agent in history,  right?"

The scar, I mean.   I’ll kiss every single one.   

THEIR MIND—   their mind and memories are in shambles.   Implanted memories mix with their true memories,   creating scenes straight from a movie.   It's driving them crazy—   not knowing which memories are true.   The reality the CIA crafted for them is shattering right in front of Adler in the form of a broken down individual they cruelly nicknamed Bell.   Behind the mask,   they choke on their own air,   their chest caving in at each word Adler says.    SO WHAT IF PEOPLE DIED—   THEY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM THEM.   Eyes filled with rage,   tinged with insanity stare at Adler as they gasp for air.   A full panic attack starting to kick in.
            
            "ADLER—   you LIED TO ME.   You let them—   YOU LET THEM DO THIS!" Bell's voice wavers,   shakily drawing their sleeves up to show the multitude of scars and bruises lingering on their arm.   Remnants of the conditioning still visible on their body.   "WHY—   why should I care what happens!?   You—   you took everything from me—    I SHOULDN'T CARE!" Their voice cracks as they scream at him,   though,    part of them wants to help Adler.   They know if they met Adler  ..  back in Vietnam,   for real.   They wouldn't hesitate.

@noturmemory,           [   The dull pain that ached in his chest was alarming and even unanticipated.    He had thought that after so many years,    he would have a firm grasp of complete control over his own emotions.    Yet he could feel the sorrow.    A familiar sorrow he once felt long ago.    Despite this vulnerability—   of agitation and hurt,    his words remain direct.    Though he was starting to find it difficult,      balancing this sternness while also attempting to restore what was left of his relationship with them.   ]     Bell…  I understand you probably hate me right now,     but I just need you to look at the bigger picture here.     This isn’t about you or me.     Think about the millions of other fucking lives at stake if we let Perseus detonate those nukes. 

[   THEIR LIFE WAS A LIE—   everything they ever imagined was a lie.   The loss of identity hit them hard,   the friends and allies they made along the way had been lying to them.   Their stomach drops,   they couldn't bare to look Adler in the face.   To have someone so close to you,   knowing that everyday they were lying to you—   AND CHOSE TO KEEP BEING FRIENDLY?   It tore their entire being and soul out of their body,   leaving a husk of broken memories and loss.   ]   No.   No.   You—   You lied to me.   It explains everything—   and nothing.   I trusted you.

/  giggles………………. Tense………..  and then a line when they were still tgt, maybe a mission or smth  

          ⠀⠀⠀২ :           something   filled   w   tension  pls   and       spooked   for;    @scaldus

／               taken-back or intrigued (or any).

@DEMOSNPR,        not many people do.   it’s better if it stays that way..   simon mentioned you briefly—-〘    just the things that your file couldn’t show me.    〙  heard you’re always looking for a win,    that’s something we have in common.

*   nod.   mock   understanding,   portraying   himself   as   someone   who   cares.   which   is   quite   contrary   *   frankly,   lost   the   country’s   favor   long   ago.   over   something   (...)   similar   of   YOUR   pursuit.   so.   mind   giving   me   a   heads—up?

@sorebite,         [   the embers flicker off the cigarette in between his fingers as he creates a pause in his response,   taking a drag.   ]    what i do is what’s in this country’s best interest.     it’s not usually pretty—-  but that’s why our faces aren’t the ones they show on the news when the war’s over.

every   man   a   bastard   till   proven   not   ’nd   all   that.   plead   the   fifth   if   y’like.

@RABIDUSE,        you know i don’t get bored easily.  where’s the file?