CECELIA ; It was something to do with her posture, thin, poised, and yet buzzing with a manic energy, an intelligence laying coolly under the surface or her skin. The low tone of her voice, the way she laughed, tone dripping with sarcasm, like his. ..................................

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THIS TOOK A STUPID LONG TIME BECAUSE OF STUPID WATERMARKS BUT LOOK HOW CUTE

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  Years. Alright, maybe she was listening because that’s all she heard. Eliza could be five till she get’s her daddy back full time! “You have to tell me everything, even the stuff they tell you not to tell people, most importantly that stuff!” 

"Darlin ah cannae de tha or all the evidence ah collect will be useless." Bruce had never done undercover work before, he’d never asked to be placed on any, but now he was apparently the best choice. "But ah’ll tell ye everythin ah can ma love."

  “I won’t tell anyone you told me!” She really doesn’t get any of this serious stuff! Technically she got to play at being undercover when Victor asked her to help him, but that was for MI5 or 6 or whoever so that was actually way more impressive but she just can’t tell him. “Okay…”

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"Okay then." He smiled a little, kissing her hair as she draped herself over him. He kicked off his shoes, focused on the challenge of becoming someone else for a moment before looking back at her. "Ye okay ma darlin? Ah mean, ah might be able to get out of it."

  “No. To both, it’s okay, it’ll be— good for you.” She’s not sure that’s what she meant, but it might be fun. She always thought she’d make a good uncover agent, being a brilliant liar and actress and all. Not sure how far she’s be willing to go though… pretty far anyway. “So, who are you now?”

"Well it shouldnae be te long, no’ one of the operations tha ge’s on fer years." How was he meant to be someone else? It was a good question, he barely knew who he was now, how on earth could he distinguish a new person from the mess of himself. "Dunno yet, no word on the specifics yet."

  Years. Alright, maybe she was listening because that’s all she heard. Eliza could be five till she get’s her daddy back full time! “You have to tell me everything, even the stuff they tell you not to tell people, most importantly that stuff!” 

Filth (2014)

The games are always, repeat, always, being played but nobody plays the games like me, Detective Sergeant Bruce Robertson, soon to be Detective Inspector Bruce Robertson. You just have to be the best, and I usually am.

#TBT @percival_menswear” 

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"Well ah was talkin to them and ah said ah wanted to live at home wi you, se I’ll be here ma darlin." He shuffled up onto the bed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "Se ye get me more than normal in the end."

  She grumbled, turning into him and laying her arm over his chest. She still wasn’t sure, she’s pretty sure that’s dangerous no matter where you’re living and she’s quite enjoying not having the people she loves threatened every other day. “Get your shoes off the bed.”

"Okay then." He smiled a little, kissing her hair as she draped herself over him. He kicked off his shoes, focused on the challenge of becoming someone else for a moment before looking back at her. "Ye okay ma darlin? Ah mean, ah might be able to get out of it."

  “No. To both, it’s okay, it’ll be— good for you.” She’s not sure that’s what she meant, but it might be fun. She always thought she’d make a good uncover agent, being a brilliant liar and actress and all. Not sure how far she’s be willing to go though… pretty far anyway. “So, who are you now?”

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"Thank you ma darlin." He went to sit on the bed, searching in the covers for her feet, brushing his fingers across her slender ankles. "Se then, ah was talkin te Toal and his superiors, they want me te de this undercover operation." 

  Both her smile and eyes dropped and she shoved off the magazine, sliding down onto the pillow in a huff. How could he do this to her, he was stressing her out just talking about it; he couldn’t be away from her and Eliza half the time. “Fine, do it.”

"Well ah was talkin to them and ah said ah wanted to live at home wi you, se I’ll be here ma darlin." He shuffled up onto the bed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "Se ye get me more than normal in the end."

  She grumbled, turning into him and laying her arm over his chest. She still wasn’t sure, she’s pretty sure that’s dangerous no matter where you’re living and she’s quite enjoying not having the people she loves threatened every other day. “Get your shoes off the bed.”

Apr 24 · 1 hour ago · 11 notes

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  With her computer, cup of tea, book, phone and toast Cecelia had sort the comfort of her bed and sat against the headboard as she flicked through the latest Vogue; wincing at mistakes that had gone unnoticed. “Hey, there’s pasta in the microwave for you,” she smiled, looking up from her pages and penned corrections. 

"Thank you ma darlin." He went to sit on the bed, searching in the covers for her feet, brushing his fingers across her slender ankles. "Se then, ah was talkin te Toal and his superiors, they want me te de this undercover operation." 

  Both her smile and eyes dropped and she shoved off the magazine, sliding down onto the pillow in a huff. How could he do this to her, he was stressing her out just talking about it; he couldn’t be away from her and Eliza half the time. “Fine, do it.”

Apr 24 · 1 hour ago · 11 notes

30TH OF APRIL ALEXA PLAYS CALL OR DELETE HOLLAAA

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Bruce was surprised to actually find the door was indeed locked when he got to the house, heading up the stairs with a vaguely uneasy sense. He wouldn’t quit his job, he couldn’t, his job kept him together in every way he thought possible, he was a copper and always had been. “Hello love?” 

  With her computer, cup of tea, book, phone and toast Cecelia had sort the comfort of her bed and sat against the headboard as she flicked through the latest Vogue; wincing at mistakes that had gone unnoticed. “Hey, there’s pasta in the microwave for you,” she smiled, looking up from her pages and penned corrections. 

brucerobertson-di asked ;  
[text] Well I might have to darlin, we don't always have a choice in these things.

 

consultingsister:

[text]: you always have a choice you could quit! 

[text]: fine

[text]: front door’s locked cause ive gone to bed

[text]: see, learning!!

[text] Very good love.

[text] see you soon

[text]: cool c u xx

Apr 24 · 1 hour ago · 5 notes
brucerobertson-di asked ;  
[text] Well I might have to darlin, we don't always have a choice in these things.

brucerobertson-di:

consultingsister:

[text]: you always have a choice you could quit! 

[text] I’ll be home soon, leaving now okay?

[text]: fine

[text]: front door’s locked cause ive gone to bed

[text]: see, learning!!

Apr 24 · 1 hour ago · 5 notes
brucerobertson-di asked ;  
[text] Well I might have to darlin, we don't always have a choice in these things.

[text]: you always have a choice you could quit! 

brucerobertson-di asked ;  
[text] Okay love, we'll talk it over when I get in hey?

[text]: i actually dont see what there is to talk about it you cant do that!

brucerobertson-di asked ;  
[text] Don't know yet, maybe a few months, maybe nothing at all.

[text]: you cant do that its added stress i dont need that!!