Bond. James Bond. (double_0_seven) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-07-09 19:21:00 |
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Who? James Bond & Vesper Lynd
Where? James' apartment
When? Yesterday, after their network conversation
What? They have a lot of catching up to do
Rating? Potentially high. Innuendo and talk of death
Status? Closed, threaded
James was pacing again. Just like the last time Vesper had appeared on the island, he was pacing. He hadn't reacted well at all the first time. He'd been full of distrust and paranoia, had drank himself into a total stupor, and he seemed to recall crying himself to sleep one night. Oh, God. How did she manage to turn him into such a weak, pathetic mess? Even now?
Because he'd been a fool. He'd gone and got attached, he'd let himself be vulnerable, he'd let himself have feelings for another human being, and it had backfired. As it always inevitably would. He knew already that he was going to have to back off from Q as well. Look what had happened already- he was such a brute that he'd forcibly broken Q's hand without even knowing he was there. It was safer for everyone if he just stayed away.
But Vesper- he felt nauseated. By the time she'd disappeared, he'd started to calm down just a little. He'd managed to stay reasonably sober, he'd managed to have semi-serious conversations. And Vesper didn't seem to remember any of the last time, she didn't know that he'd been an emotional fool. He could start again.
But what did that entail? Starting again? Could he ever trust her again? God, did she even want him to? Did she want him? Did he want her to? There were so many questions that he just couldn't answer yet. And he knew that as soon as he saw her again, he'd be unable to remain logical. He was always so torn when it came to her.
So, he paced. He fixed his cuffs and he paced some more, waiting.