­ ‍ ᴰ͟ᑦ͟ᴵ ­ ­ ­ ‍ 𝙺𝙸𝚁͜͡𝙱𝚈 .ᐟ ‍

oh , doesn’t she just know it . “ what , and have to deal with the shit you put up with .ᐣ pass on that one , for now .” perching against a desk , briefly . “ what’s the cause for this late night , hm .ᐣ”

also burning the midnight oil , so coffee all round . .. baring a cup just the way he likes .

not dead , somehow . unfortunately ( .ᐣ )

;; trigger point is back and so is my muse

;; oh my muse is so high rn ..

and back again , deciding to change tact . “ you look well ,” good . she looked good , despite the anger etched on her face . not that she would admit it , for now . familiar furrow of brows almost made her reflect fondly on the past .

but that was the bitterness in her . mostly at the sudden anger that was being displayed , half didn’t understand it . why ask to meet if she just wanted to berate her .ᐣ gaze shifts , flitting from her , to the ground , +

still working for the met , be it fortunately , or unfortunately . and no , this hadn’t turned into some twisted hobby , nearly offended that she had expected that from her . almost wanted to laugh at the woman being spooked , +

of course she did , otherwise she wouldn’t have said it . “ i’m doing my job . the one you nearly just blew by pulling this whole stunt .” saying all she needed to , without having to say it . yes , +

“ jesus christ , maggie .” scoffed , head shaking , shoving hands in her trouser pockets . “ ‘ course they haven’t bloody turned me . d’you really think that low of me .ᐣ” she didn’t need to ask that , she knew the truth . +

lips press into a thin line , refraining from smirking at her comment , —— an attempt to avoid further angering her , or not giving her the satisfaction .ᐣ she didn’t know which it was yet . +

if the suits could piss off for a day or two , that would be fab .

“ i see you never did give up smoking , then .” as she set eyes upon the other .

the past , or have stomach the consequences of being emotionally stunted , it seemed . still , eleven - o - three ; she finally appears , hands shoved in pockets to avoid the chill , sauntering into the quiet , damp underpass . +

it didn’t take much working out to figure what was meant . the napkin swiftly stuffed into her pocket . undecided , until the last minute . not out of wanting to be caught , no , she was smarter than that , but not wanting to face +

less than arms length . the sight of her had almost cracked months , if not years of cover expertly crafted . oh how the evening dragged on , and on , ( and on ) since that napkin landed in her lap . the note is quickly deciphered , +