forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

tune

//good idea

(Mkay…)

Spencer had the information Director Barns had asked for, and he was now looking at the folder curiously. His chin was in his hand, elbow resting on his knee, as he sat in the couch with the folder in the table. He couldn’t look through it. He shouldn’t look through it. But he really really wanted to…

Anya was pacing the main room, thinking hard, her arm still aching from whatever she'd done to it earlier… she'd honestly forgotten, in the wake of all that had happened. She trusted Director Barnes, and had completed every mission he'd assigned her without asking any questions. Was she wrong to have done that? There had to have been some mistake… something.

Spencer glanced up at Anya with a concerned look. “You okay? How’s your arm?” he asked softly.

"It's fine," Anya said shortly, with a rueful shake of her head. She rubbed her arm distractedly. "Sorry, it's just… I'm having trouble believing it."

“Yeah… So am I. I can’t— I don’t— Ugh, I don’t even know…” Spencer groaned, rubbing at his face with his hands.

Anya nodded, resuming her pacing. "There's just… I just… what does this make us? If this is true? If we… if they…. I don't know."

“I know… I joined to find my parents, and has that ever happened? Even a small clue? No. Of course not. Because they were just using me,” Spencer muttered.

Anya stopped for a moment, then walked over to Spencer and sat down next to him, folding her hands in her lap. "It's just… I just… what did I do for them that they wanted me to do for the wrong reasons? What did I… what if I helped them to… to…" she sighed. "I never asked, you know? I never asked why I had been assigned something. What if… what if this is my fault, somehow?"

Spencer turned to Anya and took her hands in his. “This is not your fault. Any of it. Do not let yourself believe that lie because things will only get worse from there.”

"You're not wrong," Anya laughed, though there was no humor in the sound. "I'll do my best to save myself from my own thoughts."

“Hey. Why don’t we just go to bed for now? We can come back to this mess tomorrow. What do you say?” Spencer suggested softly.

Anya shrugged, her face in her hands. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep…. but yeah, we could try."

“I’ll stay up with you until you fall asleep, okay?” Spencer said softly.

Anya smiled mirthlessly, turning to face Spencer. “Thanks, but you’d never actually go to sleep.”

“Then why don’t I make us some tea or something? We’ll just sit here and talk or stare at nothing or something,” Spencer said with a shrug.

“Good plan,” Anya said, standing up slowly. “I’ll go… that’s over here, right?”

Spencer blinked and cocked his head, looking confused. “What?”

“The hot water thing,” Anya said wearily, sitting back down. “Sorry, I wasn’t really clear…”

“No, don’t worry about it. You stay here, I’ll go make the tea,” Spencer said softly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before he stood and walked to the kitchen.

“Mmkay,” Anya said, leaning back and closing her eyes. “Thanks.”

“Anytime, dear,” Spencer said as he went to make tea. Soon, he came back and sat beside her, handing her a cup of hot tea.

Anya accepted the cup gratefully. “Thanks,” she said again. “I’m going to assume that it’s not poisoned and just drink it,” she added, a smile crossing her expression for a moment.

//𝕴'𝖒 𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖉.
𝕳𝖔𝖜'𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊?

(Life-y.)

Spencer chuckled and kissed her cheek. “I promise on my own life that I did not poison it.”

//fun :P

“To be honest, I’d probably still drink it anyways,” Anya said, half-joking. She raised the mug to her lips and took a sip, then set the mug down on the side table that exists now and added, “In case you were wondering, it is not, in fact, poison.”

(Lol.)

Spencer gave her a slightly concerned look. “Please tell me you’re actually joking. I’d rather not lose the one good part of my life…”