Secret Agent Man
I’m rewriting what I can but I like just watched a movie and I work tomorrow. I came on here to tell people I intend to return to this account, so I’ll fix his Bio and such tomorrow.
Thank you to the followers that still stuck around wow you guys are awesome.
Reading back on this account is like looking at 3rd grade doodles from sketchbooks *cRINGES INTO ETERNITY*
holy fuck, YOU IZ ALIVEEEEEEEEEEEEE
((I know your face))
((HELLO I AM RETURN
IT’S BEEN SO LONG MY BABBIES<3))
Let’s see if Mun can rewrite some stuff and revisit Lucas.
I really just lost RPing on Tumblr.
I have no idea why, but it’s left me.
I’m just gonna take a break.
Last time this happened, I took like a month and a half break from Lucas and I felt great afterward. I got back into RPing, and it all worked along well. So I think I’m gonna do that again. Just break on all my accounts from Tumblr. I really need it. I’ve got too much work and shit to focus on to be on Tumblr everyday.
This all being said, I will still be contactable. I’ll put some contacts down below so you guys can talk to me at anytime. And I’ll even do chat RPs. I prefer them so much more, because you can get done in 1 hour what you get done on Tumblr in like 3 weeks.
I’m putting all my accounts on hiatus, and you guys can seriously contact me on any messanger. Even if I don’t know you. I go on Omegle sometimes, I just tag my accounts (thewingedguide, lucasmarlowe, thenamelesslockartist, nathanielfnoir) and troll around.
So yeah. I’m deeply sorry, but there’s really not much I can say or so about it.
Accounts:
Steam; BetaRhoAlphaNuTau
Skype; Moritarty
AIM; nayakpakshin@aim.com
MSN; silentxfox@yahoo.com
Everett hadn’t found the man who saved him from those thugs since he left the morning after bringing him to his apartment.
He figured he owed him something. A better, proper thank you, a drawing, a meal, something. Anything. The man, who’d called himself Lucas Marlowe and was tall and had dark hair and light eyes and pale skin and walked around the streets at night with a gun. Everett had asked around at work and had googled the name, but all efforts came up blank. So he had taken to taking long routes back home from work, walking through parks in the dark to try and find the odd man.
So far, it had been fruitless.
Sighing, Everett bundled his arms around himself, shivering through hoodie and worn jacket, headed towards the park with the large lake. It was in the distance, but getting ever so closer. Closer and closer and closer and….Everett froze. There, a bit ahead of him, was the familiar form. Blinking a few times to make sure it was not a trick of the lack of light, a smile grew on his face.
“Hey!” He called, breaking into a jog towards the man he prayed was actually the one who had saved him a month ago.
A pomegranate red broke through his vision in a haze, reaching out past the corners of his eyes. A pale, baby blue followed, the padding of soles against the pavement. Lucas turned, coat swaying in the motion. He resisted a frown. It wasn’t that he was unhappy to see Everett, it was simply that he was supposed to remain low. He was never meant to meet him, really. But it was inevitable— He was only supposed to avoid it as much as he could.
The angel’s brow furrowed slightly, considering why the young man was out at this hour. Not only out, but quite evidently not enjoying the cold weather. “Hey— What are you doing out here, kid?” Lucas asked. The last he had seen of the boy was in that alleyway, having since then been sent off on oversea jobs. He was, in fact, still an agent. He held an idle worry for the kid, but he remained confident that Everett could take care of himself, and quickly dispelled any further thoughts. If only for his own, straight mind’s good.
“Oh yes, they do make bloody good listeners don’t they. And they don’t cast judgement. Not sure there’s anything better for which you could ask,” Moran said with a nod, his own face completely serious. “I’m sure I don’t know about what you are speaking,” he responded in accordance to Marlowe’s question, making sure to use bitingly proper English to convey his sarcasm.
“Well c’mon then. I was just headed to the pub myself. Why don’t you join me and tell me how many ladies fell sway to your dashing good looks and clear sense of charm in your rock collecting,” he said finally grinning a little.
The agent simply snorted, a slight grin at his friend’s distractor. “I think they call it English. Or as I like to say, ‘American’.” he joked. He let slide the question; It wasn’t really even much of his concern.
“All right. You’ll have to find out their actual purpose later,” he replied in reference to the stones. “I’m in need of some strong alcohol.”
Vivienne sat at the bench in the park, overlooking the lake. Her hands folded in her lap patiently, she smiled to herself as memories of Lucas skipping stones and laughing with her filled her mind. She didn’t realise quite how much she would really miss him.
Once she heard the news that he had finally come home, her initial reaction was to immediately find him. Another idea came to mind. Every day she was tempted to call or text him, but it would spoil the surprise. She wanted the reunion to be special.
The sound of footsteps closing in had her heart racing. She turned her head and saw him approaching. She stood and faced him, smiling warmly. “Hello again.”
Lucas had seen the figure on a bench, but he had to double take. He wasn’t entirely sure he had known the woman, passing it off as he collected another stone. Upon closer inspection, a warm grin crawled across his lips, a minty green border etching the top of his vision.
“Fancy meeting you here,” he responded lowly, hands slightly rising from his sides. With soft motions his tanned, calloused hand reached out, taking her small and pale digits within them. He rose them to his lips, meeting them halfway, pressing a gentle kiss to the dainty skin and allowing it to slowly part from his grip.
“Don’t tell me that you have a rock garden,” Sebastian jabbed at Lucas when he saw what the American was doing. Frankly Moran was surprised to his friend back in London. It had been some time since they had been in contact, but all of the sniper’s had told him that Marlowe was away.
Moriarty’s chief-of-staff was dressed in a pair of black slacks, black loafers, and a heavy grey wool overcoat to ward away the advancing chill of the day. A black silk scarf obscured his throat, however, Sebastian’s head was bare. His hands were tucked into his pockets, black leather gloves barely visible around his wrists. His blue eyes were as cold as the air that threatened to steal their body heat and breath away.
A large black leather bag was slung over Moran’s back, the strap encompassing his broad chest. “If it’s so, let me buy you a drink so that we may wash away any last brain cell which you might possess.” He refrained from commenting on the obvious scar. That would come if Lucas wished to tell.
“I’m collecting them as pets. Fantastic company. Great listeners,” he nodded, brow slightly furrowed with a convinced expression. “Though, I won’t say no to a drink,” the agent grinned slightly. A flat stone dropped into his pocket with a clack, bare hand remaining within the space.
He nodded on, continuing his trek to the local park. “Hope your holidays were well.” Cerulean eyes fell upon the bag on his friend’s back. “Finish a job?”
You guys can literally make up reason for your character to be there.
I mean, be pretty reasonable, but I’m flexible.
If our characters met, say they texted.
If they know each other well, say your character was already there or something. He goes to the same damn lake at the same park at the same place almost every night. It’s a thing.
Just run into him on the street.
Have your character already in the park.
Be skating on the ice.
WHATEVER~ I’m down with everything<3
