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“ no one knows, bell. aside from you and the cia, of course. but . . . thank you. ”
adler pulled the photograph from the desk and slid it into one of the pull out cabinet and closed it.
“ did you need anything else ? ”
Replying to @pavlovsbell_
before. right?
not like it was any of bell's business, anyway. he set the photo down with a nod, sliding it back toward adler.
“it's a lovely photo, adler.”
adler glanced to the side, letting out a low sigh. he tapped a finger against the wood of the desk before leaning back in his chair.
“ that’s an old photograph of my child and i. a few days after my birthday and valentine’s day. can’t . . recall the year, but my guess ? —
his jaw clenched, bringing a hand up to push his aviators up to allow his index and thumb to squeeze at the bridge of his nose. he wasn’t frustrated — just exhausted. a lingering feeling that seemed to never stop.
“ i know, bell. i . . . know. ” —
with a slow blink, adler adjusted against his desk chair, the vinyl material creaking beneath him. he cleared his throat and set the photograph face down against the worn wood.
“ it’s nothing, bell. you don’t need to worry about that. i’m . . . alright. ”
an old photograph clutched between his hand with smudged & faded text, the date is labeled 02 / 17 / 19█. half of the year has been burned off & with an aching heart, he cannot recall it.
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𝓨our pulse is a little blasphemy beneath my fingertips. Every beat reminds me that you are temporary, and every beat makes me want to be selfish.
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“ Дорогая, я прекрасно понимаю. В своё время я получу от тебя то, что мне нужно. Если ты будешь сопротивляться, тебе будет ещё больнее. ”
adler angled the syringe at the russian’s neck, before piercing it slowly into the skin. his thumb raised and pressed against the injector —
“ kill you ? ”
adler tilted his head, turning towards the other. the syringe stayed within his grasp, his middle finger flickering against it to clear the air bubbles.
he leaned down a bit, before shaking his head slightly.
“ wrong again. i’m not here to kill you —
Replying to @BURNEDTHRONE
gaining enough strength, he gives a low last few words —
“you can’t kill me in a way that matters. have at it.”
i’m careful about what i do. i might be reckless, but i wouldn’t kill you. that’s not my intention. ”
adler straightened himself up, and let his other hand bury into makarov’s hair only to give a firm tug backwards.
“ i told you. i want to learn directly from the source —



























