bakerstreet | A Picture is Worth... Meme.

A Picture is Worth.... Meme
This ain't your mama's meme. Forget your RNG, forget your tired old prompts.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
It's easy. Comment with your character. Then go comment around.
But instead of pre-filled prompts with words or numbers, you find a gif or image (any gif/image from any canon or scenario you please) that sets the scene.
The picture is the prompt.

WARNING: THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY. AND POSSIBLY NSFW AND THERE MAY BE TRIGGERS.
Some images will not be able to be hidden behind cuts, so please be aware that triggery material may be found within.

If you post an image that is violent or sexual in nature please LINK it, do not embed it into the comment.

Feel free to use this template to stick your image in there.

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Original Meme here.

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No. ( she can hear him approach, his voice and the softest echo of his steps, no matter how careful he treads. this house is old, not well insulated against sound.

she wants to hope for back-up, but knows that it might not come. maybe she's on her own. maybe this is it. maybe she'll die here. if she does, she'll try to take him with her, but she has no intention of dying. none whatsoever. he has a point when it comes to not taking shots she doesn't want to take — the first thing that resonates, to some extent. her superiors aren't perfect, she knows that, too. m has never let her down, has never acted with the best of intentions for england, for her agents. it's lamentable and at times, it demands hard choices.

eve might not always agree with them, but she can understand. she does. )

It happened to you. That doesn't make it inevitable.

( she may have a clear shot soon. if she moves to take it, he will have the same shot. does she want to take that chance? )

[ his answer is a dry chuckle, laced with irritation. ]

It could happen to anyone. That is what makes it inevitable.

[ closer. closer. the tension in the air is—taut, like wire. silva adjusts his grip on the glock almost lovingly, moving ever forward, an inexorable force. he has a straight escape to the door he came through, but that way lies the police—and he'd honestly rather kill her first. ]

( she'd be more pleased to hear the irritation if he hadn't gotten to her with the one comment, too. that's why these games are dangerous; you never know which hits are going to connect, and how. )

Is that what you tell yourself to make it bearable? ( perhaps taunting him isn't smart; not even if her voice is still even, curious more than actually taunting. almost gentle, and she suspects that will be more insulting than anything else. maybe if he is angry, it will lead to mistakes. maybe it will lead to hyperclarity on his part and she is digging her own grave deeper with each sentence, each passing second.

there is no way of finding out without action, and eve didn't join mi6 to do nothing. she abandons cover, gun raised and aimed at where she assumes him to be. it only takes a split-second of correcting her aim, then she's pulling the trigger. )

[ a flash of movement, and his reflexes take over. he doesn't have time to stifle the rise of anger, but it doesn't make him careless, only focused—enough to see the shadow cross his path, enough to dart forward, to the side, aim in an instant. fire ruthlessly without hesitation.

it's in the second after the instantaneous ringing bang that he staggers to the side, into a glass cabinet that cracks (but doesn't break) under his weight. the gun is still half-raised in muted defense, but his focus now is on his side, his gut, where eve's bullet had torn through the soft flesh just under his ribs. he looks down curiously, presses his palm to the oozing warmth. it comes away soaked in red.

he looks up at her, eyes narrowed, but still with a smile, an unshakeable amusement even through the lancing pain. she hasn't shot him in the head yet—hasn't made a move to finish him off, which is how he knows he got her too. laughing hurts like a bitch, but it's worth it. he can't help himself. ]

Well done! You didn't miss this time.

( she would have shot him again — perhaps not in the end, perhaps only to incapacitate him further, but she would have shot him again — if not for his bullet lodged in her shoulder, if not for the pain.

she doesn't hide the way she grits her teeth against the pain, the grimace, nor does she stop herself from going down on one knee, knocked off balance by the impact and in too much pain to find it again. those things aren't important enough to spent energy on. what is important is this: switching her gun to her left hand to aim it at him. she may miss, but at least she has a gun trained on him again. it makes her feel safer.

and maybe she would have shot him again then, if not for the sound of sirens, the footsteps. she can only hope that these are legitimate cops. )

Thank you. Your praise means the world to me. ( bitten out, but trading sarcastic quips with him is something to focus on beside the pain that's making her vision swim. she can't very well pass out now. )

A Picture is Worth... Meme.

sfldkj any idea how you want to play this? ;;

UM well they could both be shot non-fatally OR i am cool with just him getting shot idrm at all! :3c

both shot non-fatally and then back-up arrives? or would you prefer him escaping idk idk

sure! and you know what LET'S MAKE HIS LIFE DIFFICULT back-up it is c:

LOVELY \o/