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[26 April] [James Bond] Behind These Glossy Eyes
Title: Behind These Glossy Eyes
Day/Theme: April 26th - Clueless
Series: James Bond
Character/Pairing: meh.
Rating: PG-13
I see it all, you know.
There's a reason we don't tell you. We don't want you to be upset - after all, we're everywhere. It might unnerve those who grew up with one of my many brothers or sisters, watching everything - yes, we saw EVERYTHING.
Even that.
Here I am, in the headquarters of everything secret that goes on behind government doors. They put me here, and they don't even think twice. The things I could tell you! Well, mostly just office gossip - not too much top secret stuff goes on in the foyer. Still.
That redheaded woman behind the desk, she never stops working. Literally. People say that, you know, metaphorically, but I've seen her in here all hours of the day and night. It's sad, really. Not that she particularly minds - she's been carrying a torch for that delicious dark-haired man who comes breezing in at about ten every morning, looking like a dark angel sent straight down to damn our souls. Really; he does. He usually stops to acknowledge her in some way, and sometimes, if she's lucky, pauses to flirt. It's sweet, watching them. Someday the tension will break and he'll just bend her over the desk - I just wish he'd tell me in advance so I could sell tickets.
Then again, you know he's getting plenty of action outside of the office. And inside - I overheard when that sharp-faced doctor woman came and cried her eyes out, after-hours of course, to the ever-vigilant rehead. Apparently he shagged her senseless and didn't call like he promised. Oh, what a surprise - darling, your features were sculpted with a hatchet, and he's off somewhere with an Italian supermodel. Trust me. Stay in your league from now on.
Every once in a while, our dark angel disappears for a while, and the redhead always seems despondent. If he could see that, he'd probably take pity on her and ask her out or something...but it seems to be part of a tradition. Look, but don't touch.
Humans are so odd.
Oh! There he is again. Mr. Downtown himself.
I stop to look.
He gives the redhead a peck on the cheek - hmm, must not've gotten laid in a while. He looks at me. I play it cool.
He says, "Moneypenny, do you ever get the feeling that fish is watching you?"
Inside, I smile. I swim around in a circle, and the dark one's gaze wanders off.
The redhead clucks. "Don't be ridiculous, James."
And me?
I'm still smiling.
You just don't know it.
Day/Theme: April 26th - Clueless
Series: James Bond
Character/Pairing: meh.
Rating: PG-13
I see it all, you know.
There's a reason we don't tell you. We don't want you to be upset - after all, we're everywhere. It might unnerve those who grew up with one of my many brothers or sisters, watching everything - yes, we saw EVERYTHING.
Even that.
Here I am, in the headquarters of everything secret that goes on behind government doors. They put me here, and they don't even think twice. The things I could tell you! Well, mostly just office gossip - not too much top secret stuff goes on in the foyer. Still.
That redheaded woman behind the desk, she never stops working. Literally. People say that, you know, metaphorically, but I've seen her in here all hours of the day and night. It's sad, really. Not that she particularly minds - she's been carrying a torch for that delicious dark-haired man who comes breezing in at about ten every morning, looking like a dark angel sent straight down to damn our souls. Really; he does. He usually stops to acknowledge her in some way, and sometimes, if she's lucky, pauses to flirt. It's sweet, watching them. Someday the tension will break and he'll just bend her over the desk - I just wish he'd tell me in advance so I could sell tickets.
Then again, you know he's getting plenty of action outside of the office. And inside - I overheard when that sharp-faced doctor woman came and cried her eyes out, after-hours of course, to the ever-vigilant rehead. Apparently he shagged her senseless and didn't call like he promised. Oh, what a surprise - darling, your features were sculpted with a hatchet, and he's off somewhere with an Italian supermodel. Trust me. Stay in your league from now on.
Every once in a while, our dark angel disappears for a while, and the redhead always seems despondent. If he could see that, he'd probably take pity on her and ask her out or something...but it seems to be part of a tradition. Look, but don't touch.
Humans are so odd.
Oh! There he is again. Mr. Downtown himself.
I stop to look.
He gives the redhead a peck on the cheek - hmm, must not've gotten laid in a while. He looks at me. I play it cool.
He says, "Moneypenny, do you ever get the feeling that fish is watching you?"
Inside, I smile. I swim around in a circle, and the dark one's gaze wanders off.
The redhead clucks. "Don't be ridiculous, James."
And me?
I'm still smiling.
You just don't know it.