#fish monet

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Agent Monet didn’t usually do much for Christmas anyway, so she didn’t mind working today. In fact, she was sure she’d have a lot more fun joining Edgar on a mission! Still, she has brought something for the occasion, a gift of sorts.

“Merry Christmas, fine wine,” she grinned, handing him a wrapped… bottle of wine. She couldn’t resist!

@imprvdente

Ethan was spending Christmas with Martha, it made things much easier for Edgar who was jaded enough to see Christmas as just another day himself. He did not mind being sent out of the Embassy over the holiday, avoiding the staff Christmas party with the Ambassador was a Christmas Gift all it's own! Agent Monet was a good excuse to seem too busy to join too, it was all falling into place as she came to his office.

Admittedly he was quite surprised when the agent handed him a wrapped present. Of course it was obviously a bottle and he rather unceremoniously pulled the paper off to have a look seeing it was indeed a nice wine. He cracked a smile and looked over to her, actually looking quite touched.

"Thank you," he said genuinely, "Merry Christmas to you too, I wasn't... I didn't expect you to get me anything," so he had not thought to get her something! A little embarrassed he sought to salvage the situation as best he could, "So how about we share this one?" A quick lifting of the bottle to indicate he did indeed mean the wine as he gestured for her to join him.

[chloemusings]

Fish Monet . Hunger Games AU . STUDY

[multipleoccupancy]

Arthur put his hand on her shoulder, crossing his chest to do so and smiling at her. Reciting "Yours in life and death," as she had done moments before standing. A brief ceremony of acceptance followed with the remaining knights putting their hand on her shoulder in turn and offering the same words. She was their equal now and if there were some hesitations, they didn't linger as each knight swore their trust and loyalty to her.

Slowly the Knights left the church and Fish, Chips and Arthur were alone again. Arthur had sat himself quite comfortably down in one of the pews, tired from the standing but really quite relaxed as he looked to Fish and smiled.

"I think you made an impression," he praised playfully, "You will have to make sure your armour is well fitted, I've already had it enchanted." He promised, though Arthur's version of an enchantment was certainly in the hands of Merlin the wizard and who knew what that enchantment actually did. "It will never rust and will never make you sink in the water." Arthur was at least convinced that Merlin had been genuine in his enchantments in any case.

"Fish Monet, Knight of Camelot," he prattled off cheerfully, "I thought to make you Warden of lakes, rivers and coast if you'd like?" He felt that was appropriate, he didn't really have all that much else to give that was not already claimed or was in his eyes dreadfully tainted because of their previous and since gone wardens.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @multipleoccupancy

Fish managed to be particularly patient this morning, letting the knights ask any questions they might have, or express all their concerns -most were about the King being taken with her, which couldn't help but make her heart do jumping jacks in her chest.

When Arthur showed his torn-up tunic and the fresh cut to his face to prove her worth, she had to control the little smile that threatened to curve her lips. Considering she had a matching cut on her cheek, she knew that smiling might make the knight's suspicions much worse. (Though she could have sworn some seemed amused at the sight of the King's tunic.)

Finally, the knights approved of her new title, and the ceremony could start. Oh, she was excited! And a little bit intimidated too. Even after all her centuries of life, Fish had never grown nonchalant. Being knighted was an immense honor, and she could hear her heartbeat in her ears, deafeningly loud.

She did as she was told, kneeling in front of Arthur. It was a new side of him, and she hoped no one else could hear her heart. Catching a glimpse of his smile, it emboldened her.

The ceremony felt like a dream, one she hoped would stay in her memory for a very long time. When it was done, she stood up, looking at Arthur with a smile. She had many things she wanted to say, but nothing managed to break the barrier of her lips. Maybe a part of her worried that words might ruin the solemnity of the moment.

[zegalba]

Tomoko M. - 岐阜 モネの池 :: Monet's Pond (2023)

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by aguirrecaro

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monet’s pond in gifu prefecture, japan | source

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via tomokotoamu

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

Fishing Boats, Calm Sea, 1868

- Claude Monet

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Even more incorrect quotes || Accepting !

@imprvdente sent: ✏️ and i know they haven't really interacted yet but this seems too fun for me not to do it: Alastor and Fish

Fish: Can you be quiet?! I'm trying to think. Alastor: Don't worry. Doing anything for the first time is difficult.

Fish: Any idiot would know that. Alastor: I knew that! Fish: See?

Fish: Seriously, Alastor, how many people would you have killed if we’d asked you to? Alastor: That’s not important. Fish: I DISAGREE.

Alastor: Is there something you would like to say, Fish? Fish: Oh, there are SEVERAL things I would like to say.

Fish: Fight me! Alastor, standing behind her and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.

Alastor: Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk. Fish: Go the fuck to sleep, Alastor.

Alastor to Fish: Turn that frown upside-down! A little while later...Alastor: What are you doing? Fish, trying to do a handstand: You told me to “turn that frown upside-down” but it’s not working.

Fish, at Alastor's funeral: I need a moment with them. Everyone: Of course. *They leave* Fish, leaning over Alastor′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead. Alastor: Yeah, no shit.

Fish: Do you think I'm plastic? Alastor: No. Fish: Phew. Oka- Alastor: Plastic, at least, has some use in life. You're not plastic.

[multipleoccupancy]

The Winter Solstice was celebrated very differently in District 4, and the only gifts people exchanged there were either beautiful shells or sea glass found on the beach. Upon arriving in the Capitol, Fish quickly realized that here, gift-giving was a big part of the celebrations. And of course, the gifts had to be expensive.

She adapted to the tradition quickly, always a chameleon, and got Caesar a very sparkly blue tie that made him tear up with emotion. But as for finding a gift for the President, that was another matter entirely. After hesitating for a few days (Should she even buy him one? Was it rude to do it, or rude not to do it?) she had settled on a pair of silver cuff links shaped like roses. A little bit on the nose, but he was not exactly an easy man to shop for.

Giving the gift to him was yet another nerve-wracking experience, and she just placed the box before him, eyes darted at the table awkwardly. "I just wanted to thank you for everything you have done for me this year, Mr. President."

@imprvdente

Coriolanus had not expected a gift from Fish Monet of all people. Yes, his officers and various suck ups were expected usually out of necessity, sometimes out of life or death. As for himself, he usually treated his immediate family to gifts, trivial usually except for Cassia who was the known and obvious favourite.

He cast a look over the box presented to him, raising his eyebrows in some surprise, genuine for a change as his mind whirred with the possibilities. Was there poison in the box like Lucy Gray had done with his mother's compact? Was it a genuine gift, properly thought out to gain more of his favour? Or was she in the belief that he could be paid off for all he had indeed done for her.

"That is very thoughtful of you, Miss Monet," he accepted or at least seemed to as he picked up the box and carefully opened it, off to the side so he could dodge anything that might fly out of it.

A flash of silver and his eyes settled on the pair of cufflinks and their statement shape. He did admire them for a long moment in total silence, his eyes looking over the details she at least had an understanding of what he would like. "Thank you," he said in half a grumble and then closed the box, setting it aside and willing himself not to even look at the box again as if he had lost all interest in it. She could not be of the belief that she knew his tastes.

"I understand that things are done differently in the Districts this time of year. Remind me what is the tradition in District 4? Gift giving is not usually practiced." So she had to be playing his game, didn't she?

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20230807 Mino-Seki 6 by Bong Grit Via Flickr: 関市の板取地区にある、通称「モネの池」。PLフィルター併用で。 @Monet pond, Seki city, Gifu pref. （岐阜県関市板取地区 モネの池）

[multipleoccupancy]

Well now he really did wish she had stayed in the car. Was she really taking umbrage with him dealing with the creep who had tried to attack her last night? Edgar just huffed at her complaint and looked over the plastic wrapped corpse, trying to see if there was some easier way to get him over the side of the crevasse. "Your badge was useful, thank you," was that what she was after? Probably not in any case it might annoy her and that would have to be enough of a reward for himself for now. She kicked off about dropping Blakesley down the hole and he stopped to look at her.

"You wanted in on my work and now here it is," he gestured, both arms open wide like a circus ring master, "It's dirty, it's dark and it goes against your usual law enforcement code. I am going to drop him in this ditch to rot away and never be found." He confirmed, bending down to start unrolling the corpse from the plastic. "I need him to be missing rather than known to be dead or all of that information I got last night will be worthless. They'll high tail and run."

Once he was close enough, Edgar stood straight again and looked over the body. No there was nothing that was identifiable left on him, he'd seen to that already and he was glad that Fish couldn't see what he had done to disguise who he was. One final little nonchalant push with his right foot and the body fell over the edge, cracking to the floor with a terrible smack that echoed back up the crevasse at them. Edgar glanced down and then turned to pick up the plastic, that had to be ditched elsewhere.

"You still want to come with me?" He asked as he gathered up the plastic wrap beside her. He would not be surprised if she didn't, her moral code as an FBI agent surely wasn't happy with the situation but well, needs must and he had a licence, which he would use as his get out if she decided she had to arrest him now.

𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @multipleoccupancy

Fish would have enjoyed the sight of a furious Edgar -how predictable, that he'd get mad about her slamming his car door- if she hadn't been immediately confronted with a much more troubling view: Hugh Blakesley's body, wrapped in plastic like a human burrito.

She was used to dead bodies. But she took a step back anyway. Her heart was beating loudly in her ears, like drums. "What-" Her voice drifted off, and when she tried to swallow her own saliva, it felt like swallowing rocks. She could still see it, the ease with which he had snapped this guy's neck. Like it was nothing, just a twig. Something stirred in her stomach, and she didn't know if it was fear.

And after the shock, came the anger. The much more simple, comforting anger. "How could you not tell me he was in here?" she yelled. "They could have checked the car at the border- is that WHY you needed me here? So the badge would dissuade them from opening the trunk? Seriously, Edgar?"

"And what are you gonna do now? Throw him in a ditch? Who are you, a mobster? For Christ's sake, you could have told me!" But Edgar was busy throwing the body on the floor like it was nothing. She grimaced. "I'm not helping you with that."

[zegalba]

Monet's Pond, Gifu

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by kazupiro1

[art-emide]

Piccolo stagno tridimensionale alla "Monet" con tanto di carpe e senza assai ninfee. Tuttavia è la prima volta che uso gli acquerelli..forse una tecnica un po' lontana dalla mia. Però dai, tutto sommato non male.

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