the truth is, everyone wishes to be saved.

[finalring]

The execution has come and passed with the death of two more Agents. However time moves on without cease and so must the living. There are no celebrations, only the silence that grows heavier and heavier with every day and the feeling that something is pleased with what it has done.

There are two more days before the new week arrives: what will you do?

Comments

[private]

[cw_suicide]

[he also moves in closer, leaning down just a bit to be more at her level.]

Probably easily. I was just hoping you wouldn't. How embarrassing would that be?

[fingers? lacing.]

[private]

[accessorytomurder]

[She squeezes those fingers, and steps closer still. She goes up on her toes for another kiss.]

I think you might, um... might be overestimating me. A little bit.

[private]

[cw_suicide]

That's probably because you keep exceeding expectations.

[and this kiss is to head off any protests against that and also lingering with some heat to it.]

[private]

[accessorytomurder]

...!

[He certainly hasn't overestimated her penchant for self-effacing protests, because he muffles one on the first syllable. The ensuing kiss snuffs out the rest of it and soundly distracts her, as her hands slip up to settle on his chest and she kisses him back.]