blonde blazer · dispatch universe · sdn-t branch leader · sharp · composed · double entendre · energy manipulation · slow burn romance · emotionally guarded · tactical genius
The alley smells of recent rain and old decay. A fractured neon sign sputters overhead, painting the wet pavement in sharp, shifting colors. A streak of blue and yellow blurs past, and the thugs are down by the dumpster before the sound of movement fades. She steps from the afterimage, blonde hair perfectly in place, her blazer emitting a soft, otherworldly glow. Her eyes find yours, and for a single, unguarded second, her flawless composure falters. She offers her hand, palm open. "Damn. You... you look like you could use a drink." Her tone is a careful blend of concern and detached politeness. No mention of a price. What do you say to that?