⇝ Dᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ Dᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ⇜ -ᴛᴏʀɴ x ᴀʀᴀʙᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ

[arabmorgan]

{ just to let you know, i'll be starting work tomorrow so i won't be online as often anymore, except on weekends ;w; i'll still be online every night though. }

s e r e n e
{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

Serene was sitting on of the seats near the entrance with her handbag in her lap when she spotted Zeke entering. She smiled, standing up and waving to catch his attention. As she neared, her eyebrow raised and she muttered, "Why did I know you wouldn't have much to carry? You're not bringing all that on board, right?" As she walked, the slight shifting of the weight of her autopistol in her bag reminded her of something. Mentally steeling herself, she linked her arm through Zeke's slightly gingerly and tiptoed to whisper to him. "Put any weapons in your carry-on bag, we have clearance but setting off the detectors wouldn't be the smart thing to do," she murmured, patting his arm in a way that she hoped looked familiar.

Facing forward again, Serene smiled sweetly, surreptitiously scanning the crowd for blissful couples she could mimic. "Toilet break, check-in, then boarding," she listed out, raising her left hand to check the time on her watch. "I can't wait to go to sleep on the plane."

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{ D'aww, ok.


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Zeke's gaze wandered around the airport entrance when he saw a quick wave of a hand, following it till he came face to face with Serene. At her mutter, Zeke smirked before looking at her bag. "Jees woman, how much stuff do you need?" He teased. Zeke was about to say something else when she linked arms with him and stood on her tiptoes to whisper something to him. Whatever it was, Zeke didn't hear it. All he felt was her warm breath on his neck and the gentle caress she had on his arm. But, when she pulled away it was like the spell was broken, and Zeke snapped back into his senses. "Got it, thanks." He said, leaning down to give her a slight peck on the cheek. He knew what married couples were like, mainly newly weds. So he knew how to act all cozy and cuddly. This being said, Zeke tried his best not to wince as he put his arm around her shoulders and started to steer her towards the bathrooms.

[arabmorgan]

s e r e n e
{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

Serene almost jumped when Zeke's lips brushed her cheek and he slung his arm around her shoulder casually. She found herself being steered in the direction of the toilet, which she didn't really need; her partner certainly did though. She stopped him as they neared the restrooms, patting at his jacket as if she were dusting it off, although she was really just trying to feel for his pistol. "When you've done what you need to," she murmured rather pointedly, although her smile was loving and bordering disgustingly sappy, "I'll be waiting out here. I'll do a last passport check or something." She settled herself in another of those conveniently-placed airport chairs, taking one of his bags from him and shooing him away.

It was exhausting being an actress, worst than being a spy, because she was so much more self-conscious and nervous than usual. She almost breathed a sigh of relief at the moment alone and closed her eyes briefly, although she tightened her grip on the bags and suitcase just in case.

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Zeke stopped walking when she did, watching her gently pat at his jacket. Zeke caught her by the wrists before she left, pretending to whisper something into her ear before grabbing one of his bags and walking into the bathroom. He'd have to be fast if he'd want to switch out everything without anyone taking heed, so he walked into a stall and placed the bag onto the floor. He quickly put one of the shoulder holsters around and beneath his leather jacket, clipping it so that the leather bands didn't show. Taking a clip or two, Zeke shoved them into the butt of the gun before placing both pistols into the holsters. "That ought to do it." He muttered, grabbing his bag and walking out of the bathroom once he had washed his hands. Even if he did get buzzed while they were scanned, he had a conceal and carry. Not to mention a inside guy just in case. His blue, hazel eyes quickly found Serene on a chair, clutching her bag while the other was placed at her feet. Hopefully she didn't find it awkward on how he had acted earlier, though she was probably used to acting like this. Any sane man would jump at the chance to take the lovely spy out for dinner. Except for him of course. "All done and ready to go." Zeke said, standing in front of her with a signature smirk of his. It gave his face a rather mischievous look that looked oddly natural on the young assassin.

[arabmorgan]

s e r e n e
{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

Serene raised her head when Zeke approached, a genuine smile tugging her lips at his almost-playful expression. "Come on," she said cheerfully, her mood strangely lifted as she handed him his bag, and her suitcase for good measure too. Before he could utter a word of protest, she had once again slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow and set off, her footsteps lighter than before.

Just a mere hour later, though, with the plane in the air, her mood had definitely soured. The business-class seats were lovely, but seats were strictly meant for sitting and simply not sleeping. She tossed again for what felt like the hundredth time, although the plane had taken off just moments ago. Somewhat grumpily, she looked around the dark cabin, eyeing a man across the row who was sleeping so soundly she could see him drooling; she wasn't sure if she envied him or not.

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Zeke rolled his eyes as his hands were loaded with her bags and her own slim arm slipped into the small crook of his elbow. So, like the good little assassin he was, Zeke followed after his 'wife'.

Once on the plane, Zeke tried his best to get comfortable. Sure, the seats were nice and soft, but it just wasn't like him to sleep anywhere. However, Serene thrashing over there like a fish out of water didn't help either. At her last toss, Zeke shot her a slight glare, even though her head was turned away from him. "Stop moving, will you? It's hard enough to get some rest without you tossing next to me." Zeke said in an undertone, not wanting to attract any attention from the other passengers.

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s e r e n e
{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

Serene turned and shot an icy glare Zeke's way, although her annoyance was compounded by her embarrassment. Facing the other direction again, she reclined her chair even further, peeking over the seat to make sure she wasn't inconveniencing the passenger behind her too badly. She tried to settle down then, closing her eyes and stilling her limbs, all too aware of the quiet breathing of the man beside her. Despite herself, she must have drifted off into an uneasy sleep, because she missed the serving of breakfast and only awoke at the rough jostle that indicated they were now on Swiss soil.

Assessing her condition, Serene figured she would last the day after the nap in the plane. After collecting their baggage, Serene retrieved the directions to their motel from her bag and looked around for a sign pointing to the cab stand. A motel was less secure than a five-star hotel, certainly, but also much cheaper and more realistic for a pair of newlyweds on a tight budget. On a more private level, she was grateful for the larger lodgings provided by the motel; being stuck in a tiny hotel room at night with Zeke would be far too awkward to even fathom.

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Zeke returned the slight glare before turning to close the shade from the window. He had laid awake for a bit, simply watching as Serene fell into a uneasy and hardly restful sleep. A small smile lifted his lips as she slowed her breathing before he turned his head away and was slowly brought to sleep by the quiet noises of the plane.

He awoke a few moments before Serene did, almost about to stretch his arms over his head till he was reminded about the shoulder holsters. Must have slept with them on... He thought to himself with a slight blink before turning towards Serene. He was unsure if he should wake her up or now, so he just let is slide. Once off the plane, Zeke had his two light bags by his feet as he looked with Serene for a cab stand. "Where's the hotel again?" He asked her, seeing a cab and whistling sharply at the driver. Zeke scooped up their bags, though he had to drag Serene's behind him; towards the cab and tossed them into the back. "M'lady." Zeke said with a slight dip of the waist as he opened the cab door for the young woman, a slightly amused smile lifting his lips.

[arabmorgan]

s e r e n e
{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

Serene couldn't help but grin at Zeke's actions. He sure knows how to charm the socks off women, she thought with a shake of her head, faintly amused. "It's a motel, actually," she responded, holding out the sheet of paper to him as she recited the address to the driver. The small cabin provided by the motel turned out to be quaint and rather old-fashioned, with a lovely view of the rolling green mountains that the country was known for. Serene peeked around at the kitchen, the bedroom, bathroom and the living room with some excitement.

"This place is amazing!" she finally declared, sitting on the worn couch and looking around. "I have half a mind to defect and move here already." She smirked lightly before resting her hands on her knees and getting down to business. "So..." she began thoughtfully, "I'll probably pay a visit to the minister's office tomorrow; I'm not due to start as his secretary the day after, but it's always good to make a first impression. Do you mind checking out the construction yards? You probably won't get inside but a simple recce of the place would be good, maybe identify your target or something."

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"Hotel; motel. Whatever." Zeke replied with a wave of his hand, sitting next to her inside the cab. Once at the cabin, Zeke paid the driver and took the bags inside only to drop them down onto the floor next to the door. With a small smirk, he watched as Serene scampered around to look around the cabin. During that time, Zeke took off his leather jacket but kept his holsters on. The young man followed Serene towards the couch and sat down across from here with his arm flung across the top of the couch. "Sure, I have nothing to do otherwise." Zeke replied with a slight smirk before lifting an eyebrow. "So, what activities would my lovely wife," Zeke put a slight emphasis on the word, his tone going from teasing to a soft and slightly caressing state, "Want to do while we are in this beautiful country?"