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Silje Winther
how soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, of how we calmed the tides of war. we are your overlords.

BL/ind.

iamyourdetonator:

//Chase sits on the bed in the room and pulls out a piece of torn paper and begins to write briefly before stuffing the paper underneath the mattress. He grabs a small jacket and heads out the door to meet Silje.//

I’m ready ma’am.

//Already set to go, Silje adjusts the strap over her shoulder which held her bag. She smiles slightly upon seeing Chase, manicured hands folding neatly in front of her.//

Come on then, dear. I want to show you a few things.

Chase?

iamyourdetonator:

Yes ma’am.

Will you give me a few more moments to get ready?

Of course, Chase.

Chase?

iamyourdetonator:

Do you promise? Raph has been thinking about it but he keeps just getting angry at himself for thinking it.

Like I said before, dear. I can only keep my side of our agreements if you promise to behave.

[ brb tho bbs… my roommate brought home winter soldier and I gotta.. ]

Chase?

iamyourdetonator:

Last night? Nothing happened last night ma’am..


Isn’t that what you want me to say and believe?

…Yes, that would be best.

I’ll be coming to see you today, Chase. Don’t worry, we won’t be going back to the lab.

Chase?

iamyourdetonator:

I’m feeling okay, I guess. And how are you?

I’m well, thank you.

Are you… Ready to talk some more about what happened the other night? 

Chase?

iamyourdetonator:

Ma’am? Is there something you need?

I just want to know how you’re feeling…

Chase?

Are you awake, dear?