What you see is never what you're gonna get.

 justprompts : "Truth Hurts" by The Honeymoon. (Dialogue taken from Alias 3X13: After Six.)


Just the butt of a joke so pull the trigger up in smoke
Escape the noise with whispered tones
Escape the noise with whispered tones
If looks could kill would I take the pain
A thousand breakdowns take their strain

~*~

In the back of his mind, he wondered if allowing Ms. Reed complete access to their prize was the best of ideas. Of course, he had argued the point when he could spare a moment not dedicated to kissing every part of her he could reach that wasn't indecent... Right after he had caught up to her again when she attempted to assert her dominance over the situation by tantalizing him and then leaving him cold and walking away- she had proven rather skilled at that and, to a point, he could find it endearing, but being the down dog in his own plan didn't sit well with him, even if her domineering usurpation of leadership was somewhat appealing to him. He pointed out that it would be prudent for him to have tangible evidence to support his offer, even if it was only three watches. She had responded in kind that it was a lot more threatening to have someone in Los Angeles ready to dead drop all six watches for the CIA to find should the Covenant leaders wish to call their bluff 

He found he couldn't argue with that, but that didn't mean he didn't suspect he'd just made a very grave error. After all, mutual disdain may make interesting bedfellows, but he was taking a rather substantial gamble putting his faith in her, an utter stranger who could be far more than what her files told him. Perhaps it was just as well that he had always been a risktaker

( So figure out what you've got and subtract from what you've got... )

 


Muse: Julian Sark (Alias)
Word Count: 2452

daemonmuses : Shock and surprise are emotions we all feel. Write about one instance of complete out of the blue shock and awe that scared you and your daemon.

"I don't trust them."

Olya's fur had been bristled to the point that she looked more bottlebrush than ermine ever since the two of them left dear Lauren Reed to her shopping and had started back out to the car. She had very nearly bitten the dressing room attendant's daemon as they brushed past them to make their exit- the woman had stayed very near the door the whole time Sark and Lauren were conversing and if Sark suspected that the woman had actually heard anything, she probably would have suffered more than just having her daemon snapped at by his.

"You can't trust a woman like her," was Sark's response as he reached the car. Olya jumped from his shoulders onto the hood of the car and regarded him with a somber look in her black eyes.

"Can't you?" Sark arched a brow at her to indicate that she was going to have to explain what exactly she meant by that. "You're taking a rather big risk, Julian. They fooled us once already. You said it yourself, she's an impressive actress." Even her daemon had laid down and feigned fear when they cornered them in that parking garage months before. It left a bad taste in Olya's mouth- she didn't like losing and being fooled any more than Sark did.

He just shrugged casually, presenting a certain degree of nonchalance that made Olya bristle a little more- he thought he had Lauren under his thumb, but Olya wasn't so sure that was the case. She could read things off of the woman's daemon- things she couldn't explain, but didn't like all the same. "I have no doubt in my mind that Ms. Reed will be true to her word."

Olya slunk low to the hood dejectedly- a stripe of pure white on black chrome. "I hope you're right."

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( They call you Lucifer's angel... )