Ky'lar Richardson

_{such a ky look}

_{even though this is going to kill me uhh have a fresh starter call}

_{“If it’s one thing i’ve learned, it’s that one moment you can be having a very nice life, everything you’ve ever wanted.” A pause. “It will be great and then it’s lost. You may try to get it back, but it will never be the same. Not really.”}

_{// @eleanormatilda}

_{this was the very thing he was attempting to avoid; enemies on all sides and nowhere to turn. well, he could have just gone home, but that would have been worse than simply placing his back against the wall. in his mind, he fought, and thought better when his options were limited. the same options that lead him into this little ‘situation’ with real blood on his hands. not to say that he hadn’t had blood on his hands before, but this was different. this was something he tried to avoid, but his habits never did fade away. the wrong word, the wrong look, and then everything turned right back to how it should be. or so he kept telling himself over in over again in his head.}

_{❛ this isn’t – ❜ a lie, he wanted to finish with what it looked like, but it was exactly what it looked like. a simple chat, that was all this should have been, but they asked too many questions. asked the wrong (or even right ) ones and now they were dead – just his luck. ❛ — crap. ❜ the only thought on his mind was to run – get out of there, but something held him in place. maybe his own sense of morality or maybe it was a slight twinge of regret. whatever it was… he didn’t like the feeling of it.}

_{// @myricds – nat}

^{❛ privacy isn’t a luxury people like us can often afford. ❜ the sentiment spoken airily, as casual as if they were simply two friends partaking in small talk. not that nat considered herself like him, exactly, but like him there were too many eyes watching for her at any given moment. and like him, it was not probable that she would remain out of their sights forever. unfazed by his disrobing, the former agent leaned back in her chair, brow raised as if in challenge. ❛ i wouldn’t mind a beer, if you’re offering. ❜ it wasn’t as though she was trying to drag this out — not really — but enhanced or not, even spies could use a rest from time to time, and she wanted to enjoy the lull in activity ——even if only for a moment. ❛ and then maybe we could have a little talk. ❜}

_{it was common when he was alone that he wore close to nothing. pants were usually what he had on most of the time; easier that way, far more than attempting to deal with a shirt. still, he grabbed another beer, and tossed it her way. if anything, maybe being decent would benefit him for once, but even that was doubtful. ❛ privacy can be bought and sold, ❜ he said popping open the can. ❛ sometimes you can keep it for a good long while, but other times? not so much. ❜ not that cared. killing whoever interrupted or was watching easy…. most of the time at least. however, even then, he knew that was a way to get tracked – possibly what lead him to this situation. ❛ a reason to why i keep on the move. especially due to my own little… family matters. ❜ though, calling his family ‘arguments’ little was a massive understatement.}