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I'm going to play it straight, I been missing this muse but it's highly unlikely I'm going to come back to Antoine as stated several months before. I might just draw him for this blogs year anniversary ( which was December 4th ) and his 47th birthday (December 31st)
Ew. I exist.
“ Even if I sacrifice my body ; I will never sacrifice my honor ”
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I'm probably never going to come back to this blog. If you will like, you can follow me here... maybe reblog this?
// tfw people follow you when you aren't active on this blog that much cause the muse is weak.
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; I will never sacrifice my honor ”
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// tbh, I enjoy wearing baggy pants/jumpers.
One goal in being the owner of a high end gentlemens club is to have them spend money. That was Tessa’s only goal. Rarely did she worked the stage she worked the crowd. Giving them pep talks and lighting their cigarettes. Giving a personal touch that The Red Pearl gave.
Yet there were always the one that never could participate and that’s where her expertise came forward. She watched them enter a rowdy group of boys and the sparse gentlemen enter. As they’re hootin and hollering for the girls, one particularly staked out at the bar looking down. Her name was all over him.
“Can I get you a drink?”
This wasn’t his scene, quite the opposite. He stuck out like a sore thumb comparatively to the younger, more dressed down men whose attention were on the exotic dancers. There he was tall, learn, and with a fedora tipped ever so slightly over one eye as he made his way to the bar counter. It was the only place for a man like himself to be if he wasn’t there for the women.
When no one at first came to ask for his choice of drink, he decided to scope out the place. Looking for a certain face that he need to eliminate for a particular freelance job he obtained outside of work. Yet, his observation were cut short as he heard the sweets sounds that was a woman’s voice asking him a question. He turned to face her, tipping his fedora upwards so he could see her.
“Gin on the rocks, love.”
What a lovely man, calling her love. She was use to the honey, sweetheart and baby. Love is a more mature term that makes a man stand out and shows thats he’s a man. “Anything else, you got me for the night.” she spoke with a wink and she was off getting his drink.
Returning with a drink in one and a zippo in the other. “Do you need a light for any thing?” that was always a question she had to ask to ensure quality and a quality tip.
The corner of his lips twitched into a slight smirk from the woman’s well placed winks, sophistication, and hospitality. Such a lovely woman that reminded him of the women that use to surround him in his youth. Much like those women, he could only assume that this was all an act to loosen his grip on his wallet by wonderful looks and flowing liquor.
“Thank you, mademoiselle.” He offered her a slight head nod before picking the glass up and taking a sip of the hard liquor. It went smooth. When she offered a lighter, a hand went into his breast pocket to pull out a titanium case, opened it, and took out a slender cigarette with two fingers. “That would be lovely.” There was a rather large tip coming her way, not because she was highly enthralled by her service. No, more because he would like for her to leave him alone so he could continue the mission at hand.
Flicking the metal open and offering the flame and letting him give the oxygen for the flame. Tessa always could tell if someone didn’t want to be bothered. Still it’s her job to get every base covered. “Is there anything else? A girl? A room? Singles?” she was serious about the singles, the dancers prefer not to deal with the large bills and change.
“Please let me get you anything that you need.” her smile was genuine until another man ruined it. “I’ll be with you soon.” she snap at another man. One man at a time was her motto.
The cold greys laid onto the end of the cigarette that grew to house the bright colors of the flame, given the once dark contents new life. Antoine once again thanked the woman for the light and her hospitality before placing the cancer stick into his mouth.
It hung for his mouth for a several seconds so he go into one of the pockets of his suit jacket to pull out his dark leather wallet. Opening it, he went flipped through several pieces of the paper currency to only pull out a crisp hundred dollar a bill.
“For your troubles and to keep my glass full.” He then placed the Benjamin onto the counter and slid it closer to her with slender, gloved fingers. “I will happily call upon if I need anything else. Thank you for taking great care of me.” A smile grew upon his lips before he proceeded to take a drag of his cig.
Tonight was going to be a long night.
▼ :Are there popular head canons for your character that you disagree with? Why?
I really don’t have that many headcanons that I hate for spy, expect for one. I don’t know why, but in the tf2 fandom, most of the time Spy is written/drawn to be an extreme sub. It just ruffles my jimmies seeing spy being a crying mess, cutesy mess while having sex.
“As quiet as a cemetery.”
It had to be in here somewhere. Hanzo had been searching for an old piece of parchment with old pieces of information he needed, which resulted in him hiding in a corner and routing through several boxes in an attempt to find it.
It startled him to hear a voice. He had heard no one enter or exit. Hanzo froze, frowing at the unfamiliar voice.
It took a few seconds for him to stand up and brish dirt from his knees. He looked over the boxes to see an unfamiliar person. Who could get in here so quietly? The frown on his face deepened with confusion.
“Who are you?”
His breathing was heavily controlled by slow inhales and exhales to combat against any growing forms of the anxiety and paranoia. He couldn’t allow for his nerves to arise from within him- that would alone for doubt to flourish; his nerves alone would give his mind enough reasons to blindly strike at the shadows.
All was still, was he mistaken when he heard the sounds of another? The spy shook his head, casting away the doubt; he was certain, his ears never played tricks on him and he was no where near the age in which the senses start to fail.
Then low and behold, the mystery sound was revealed itself to be nothing more that a teenager. The man’s guard dropped slightly to show that he wasn’t there for a confrontation. Whoever the younger man was, he could be able to answers the questions that surfaced into the Frenchman’s train of thought since awakening.
“That isn’t a key issue at the moment.” He reassured; a hand reached into the breast pocket of his jacket to pull out cigarette tin. He placed one of into his mouth, “I will answer any questions you may have of my origins later, right now I need for you to tell me where I am.”
“ Even if I sacrifice my body
; I will never sacrifice my honor ”
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"I thought you would like to see this for yourself." The Spy didn't once look at his younger as he placed a manila folder down on the table that supposedly was for a lab. "There are results from a certain test I had conducted."
【➥ Lєт'ѕ ωαѕтє ‘єм! 】
“Tests? What kinda test?”
The Scout was surprised that the Frenchman would share this folder - seemingly important - with him. Maybe it wasn’t much. Maybe it could be related to some sort of test he did for Mann Co.? But no, it was clear that it came from a laboratory. He picked up the folder, carefully looking at it, at the spy and then back at the folder. He sat down on an empty chair by the table and flipped the folder open.
“What is this?”
【 Ｌｅｔ＇ｓ ｗａｓｔｅ ＇ｅｍ！】
Hearing the Spy, his father, talking about the nigh he met his mother in such a cold, not caring tone, was enough for Scout to clench his fists, as if ready to punch the frenchman again, until the clear, unspoken message hit him and changed his mood. Like a wet towel thrown over a small fire, killing the flames, the sparks of emotions inside him were put out as well. He was a mistake, an unwanted child of his father and mother.
He once again felt like screaming and yelling, accusing Spy and laying all the fault on him. Some stupid part of himself even wanted to cry. But he did neither of those. Instead, he tried to keep his expression as straight as Spy’s, as if cut out of marble. But it was clear that his emotions were a complete uncalculated chaos inside him.
“And you’re just goin’ to leave like this? Act like nothin’ happened? “, he took a few steps to approach Spy. “What was the damn point of all this? It didn’t end out well for you or me.”
It was at that moment he wished he didn’t know who his father was. He would rather a thousand times to be uncertain about who his father was than having a parent who had not the slightest interest in being his father.
All the fibers of his being demanded for him to walk out of the door and be done with this situation, yet something pitted deep within him refused for the Frenchman to move another inch away from the bo– his son. It was during these challenging times he wished that was void of emotions. Yet, it was during these moments, he wished he was able to give the young man a father that could care for him.
The man had once dreamt of being a father, of being there to raise a son or daughter through the best years and the worst years. He wanted to have singular proof that their was purpose to his life;
perhaps, he once thought to himself, perhaps I can raise a child to be loving, to have all that I never had.
However, it wasn’t an eager, young father that stared at the Scout with an affectionate gaze. No, this was on fairy tale that ended with familiar hugs. Antoine looked over his shoulder, eyes dull and wary. There needed to be an ending to this torment.
“What is there left to say, Benjamin? You do not need a father anymore.” He remarked as his whole body turned once again to face the younger man. A hand went to the edge of his mask and tugged it downward to tfix it.
“As I stated prior, I was curious about the probable lineage between you and I. Once I obtained the ‘incriminating’ results, I thought it was time you knew the truth... as awful and disgusting the truth may be. I was time you put a face to the faceless coward that left you in the care of your mother.”
“ Even if I sacrifice my body
; I will never sacrifice my honor ”
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