#phil and karen tbt.

[lightcreators]

It  was  one  of  these  rare  times  when  he  could  allowing  himself  not  to  present  himself  officially  as  a  MIB  —  even  though,  couple  of  clues  about  some  inhuman  nature  would  have  to  been  projected  in  middle  of  that  first  approach.  So  far,  they  contented  themselves  to  observe  in  the  background  —  to  be  his  boss  main  line  of  conduct.  They  could  enjoy  the  situation  of  these  different  brilliant  superheroes  on  stage  differently,  while  enjoying  darkness  of  background,  pulling  other  strings  skillfully.  One  of  these  days  when  he  expected  nothing  particuliar  coming  from  his  introduction  :  in  one  way  or  another,  he  always  managed  to  get  his  fun  or  eventually  involving  himself  inside  circumstances  discreetly  without  prior  consent  of  Featherine.  Acting  like  that  generated  pleasant  turnarounds,  even  if  his  boss  couldn’t  cover  him  accordingly,  but  of  which  he  liked  to  fully  assume  a  situation  —  he  was  the  one  truly  holding  the  power  after  all.  Silently,  he  watched  her  as  she  hurriedly  took  a  moment  of  temporary  relaxation  for  get  a  cafe.  Staring  without  saying  a  word  or  to  been  perceived  was  almost  something  he  could  proud  of  —always  welcomed  to  offer  one  smile  or  two  for  afar  before  find  another  darkenest  spot,  when  he  could  bring  some  sense  of  terror  inside  the  strange  experience  the  witness  would  realize  …  nevertheless,  this  time  around,  he  had  to  force  himself  not  to  playing  down  that  role.  Though,  inside  an  thoughtfulness  begun  to  born,  coincidence  accident  had  to  happens  …  when  his  complete  lack  of  reaction  where  this  kind  of  situation  was  so  insignificant  to  him  that  he  was  unable  to  feign  an  emotion  of  care  didn’t  help  him  to  thwart  usual  habits.  Looking  still  though  various  consequences  on  his  suit,  he  mentally  gave  himself  a  note  that  a  wash  would  be  necessary  …  and  surely  one  of  the  outfit  the  other  party  stained.  First  impression  will  be  his  complete  indifference,  nothing  changing  on  that  part  apparently  !  Smiling  slowly  in  front  of  absence  of  reactions  concerning  her  blame  over  circumstances,  he  recalled  to  himself  last  time  there  was  no  need  to  play  the  MIB  beautifully  right  now,  not  today.    ❝  It  ’s  an  unexpected  accident.    ❞  He  teased,  conscious  his  presence  on  the  landscape,  who  hadn’t  been  noticed  until  then,  generated  that  kind  of  coincidence.    ❝  A  good  shot  of  water  will  be  necessary  to  repair  the  damage.  It  happens.  It  had  to  happen.  ❞    He  offered  his  last  sentence  in  an  mysterious  tone.  As  much  he  appreciated  the  proposition,  his  black  suit  was  worth  a  fortune  —  despite  modern  choices  available,  he  rather  liked  that  style  of  decades  earlier  …  he  had  accumulated  enough  to  bring  out  the  Victorian  style  on  occasion,  like  today,  since  it  was  projection  of  abnormality.    ❝  It  will  be  difficult  to  find  a  period  Victorian  suit,  except  if  you  have  a  fortune  to  spend.  I  appreciate  the  proposal,still  you  also  need  a  change.  Show  up  covered  in  stains  won’t  give  you  a  good  impression  so  we  can  mutually  solve  it.   ❞

@lightcreators liked for a starter (Karen&Philip)

Karen is use to unusual things since dealing with Matt, and the others. She’s very use to it. So it will surprise her when very normal things happen. Today’s normal thing, she was late. Very late. She doesn’t have a case, which is good, but she is suppose to be at a meeting. She couldn’t be mad at anyone other than herself, she was the one that decided to stop and get coffee after all. It would have been extremely fine… if it hadn’t been for her turning the wrong way and running into someone, coffee spilling over her and the man in front of her. “Shit shit.” She said looking down at her shit, pulling it from her skin a little to stop the heat as the green fabric was now turning into a darker color. “Shit.” She said again and looked at the person in front of her. “I am so sorry.” She said. They also had coffee on their clothing, and Karen wasn’t sure which one of them had the most coffee on their clothing. “I can pay for a new outfit.” Karen told him. “Shit I’m so sorry.”

[jackbatchelor3]

Keanu PROPOSES! 💍 EastEnders

[jackbatchelor3]

Keanu's TEARFUL Goodbye ✈️ EastEnders

[lightcreators]

moonshinemuses​:

Karen filed his words, how he spoke, what he said, into a file into her mind as her brain moved to catch up to what he was implying. He wanted to speak to her. This was no accident, he put himself in front of her, to stop her, to talk to her. If she had a moment to truly think about it, she could see the difference of that moment, how he stepped in front of her, how he wasn’t there at first when she went to leave. It all caught up to her, then finally heard the ‘in private’ part. It made her take a small step back. That was never good. The constant ‘why why me?’ repeating in her head as she surveyed him. “Last time someone wanted to talk to me in private, it didn’t end well.” She told him. She could text her friends, she knew how to be fast on her phone with the different shortcuts set up on it. It truly was a testament to how much shit she had to go through when it came to her friends. She wouldn’t change it though, most days. “I’m not trusting you, but I’m curious. I’m also late, and need to let my friends know I won’t be coming in.” She said, realizing that she wouldn’t get to go home right away to change either way. She didn’t want to risk him following her to her home. “Then you can sit at a table where we are in plain view and talk.” She knew he said in private, but she wasn’t going to just go off. A public spot can be private and still safe. It’s not like her office, where there are several cameras and recording devices. Or a man with super hearing to listen in on the conversation. Plus she felt safer with control crowds like a coffee shop. “Or I leave, and make sure you don’t bother me again.”

Gratefully, it wasn't one of these situations where he was supposed to act as an MIB. Something he was doing naturally anyway, without needing sometimes circumstances for offering threatening of his self as a way to welcoming people with fear ... Nevertheless, he noticed fast and easily the exact moment when the other end became to understood something was strange inside the current circumstances ... It was mission achieved. Whatever how the ending could be, it would be an wonderful reminder she would keep. One souvenir of him. One fragment to had touched something more --- Inside the same observation, without surprise, he concluded it wasn't the first time for her. It wasn't the first time she was embraced within strange circumstances. It wasn't the first time people had wronged her. There was no interest, no excitment to learn it inside an file --- in the first place, he came all that way to that place to be able to bring an discrete parternship. Eventually, he would be able to save her life. Eventually, she would have another ending than the one she might have. Superheroes she was crossing around wasn't his business. Oh, even how discuss about how they can help the city ---

❝  I'm not one of these guys.  ❞ He promised slowly. Now, there was all an reassuring card he would have to expose. In which kind of probabilities she could met someone having an authentic Victorian coat in middle of modern time ? In which kind of probabilities they would met strangeness occurences at this rate meanwhile sounding something natural, merely be an coincidence who appear someday ? Attracting her attention was his only chance. Featherine didn't asked him to following her. He had no interest to track her down. If it's failed, he would have to coming back again ... If it's failed, he would have to convincing her again. It would be boring. It would be annoying. It would be frustrating. An flattered smile exposed as he received compliment she was curious regardless.  ❝ Your curiosity is a wonderful quality in the present moment. My appearance may be strange, but isn't the expression of our guardian angels.  ❞ He brightfully noticed as he let his inner Battler-personality showing up, embracing that friendly atmosphere. He nodded slowly.  ❝ Totally understandable.  ❞ He accepted slowly.

Besides, at least, he had an compromise. Unless where it concerned directly the underground where he would insist over an complete private location, he could compromising the location, considering he had been proposing it for a right reason. Once she would learn further his motive to act so mysterious and yet so protective, she would have wished to had listening to him first. He was accoustumed to it. Gain respect of people was pretty much one of his eternal job. In the end, they would end up respect him. In the end, they would apology to had been weary around their imagined misunderstandings. One more time, he had to remembering to himself he didn't have to act like an MIB.  ❝ It's possible. I am proposing an private place for making sure you will emotionally digest what I'm going to tell you without be too much surprised --- It might happens. I’m inform you borehand. Nevertheless, I'm a nice guy, I can compromise without complain~  ❞ At her threat, an frustrating sigh was swallowed back, in same manner he swallowed condescendance.  ❝ Do I look that threatening where I'm purely harmless ? You know, I'm still ready to buy one another coat considering your accident. You'll be spared of mine. You seems accoustumed to such dreadful circumstances, but I'm an silent protector. I don't want you any harm. I wish to give you extra help, as a friend ---  ❞

[lightcreators]

moonshinemuses​:

Karen would have paid more attention to his words, the tones of his words, if she wasn’t so distracted by the humiliation that was growing. You learn, as a lawyer & journalist, to watch and listen to what and how people act. How they make certain words stick out to what they are saying. Usually it’s a good skill she has, but currently she was more embarrassed than focused. “Sadly water won’t help with this fabric.” She said with a small sigh. She knew she should have worn something different. She looked back at the man, finally paying a bit more attention to him. He mentioned his suit, what kind it was, and Karen knew there was no way she could have actually replaced it. She wasn’t the small-time journalist she used to be, but even with the salary of being a lawyer, there was no way of being able to pay for such an expensive thing. But knowing it was expensive, it seemed to be an even worse feeling of guilt pulling at her. “I really wish I didn’t know how expensive it was. It would lessen the guilt of possibly ruining your clothing.” She stated. “Though I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen someone actually wear that.” She mused out before shaking her head. “No no, I can’t really change. I’ll just have to go into this meeting with a stain. It’s fine. I’m already late enough.” She said and looked at her watch. His words caught up to her though, and she looked up at him. “Wait… How did you know I was late? I didn’t mention I was late.” She said, senses now up on alert. 

Great  care  always  had  been  taken  once  it  concerned  lawyers  spheres.  He  wasn’t  unknown  of  them  —  but  couldn’t  hardly  pretending  he  could  act  on  them  once  it  concerned  Earth.  He  was  certain  he  would  have  been  a  magnificient  lawyer  playing  inside  court  of  the  underground ��inside  one  of  these  alternatives  timelines  that  might  existing  …  Nevertheless,  his  timeless  nature,  becoming  a  logic  error  living  for  hundreds  of  years  without  changing  of  an  appearance  of  a  man  having  forty,  turned  difficult  to  do  studies  inside  an  natural  path  :  returning  to  school  at  that  age,  admiring  how  the  young  will  be  doing,  be  busy  endlessly  halfway  and  having  already  a  strange  relationship  with  time,  then  witnesssing  behind  the  scenes  he  would  eventually  anyways  inflitrate  inside  every  corner,  get  an  degree  …  and  somehow  staying  a  shadow  regardless,  an  nameless  man,  an  formeless  identity  travelling  around  the  world,  and  be  an  receptacle  of  promises  and  desires  for  miracles  ?  There  was  an  immense  respect  he  had  over  that  sphere,  different  of  usual  disdain  he  still  feel  towards  noblesse  sphere  :  he  was  part  of  richs  he  disliked  hundreds  of  years  ago,  but  couldn’t  hardly  be  reachable  to  belong  to  an  obscure  world  where  light  appreciation  of  daylight  was  ironic.  For  this  reason,  be  watched  back  was  something  he  expected.  Not  acting  like  a  MIB.  This  would  be  more  complicated  part  of  their  little  discussion.  Not  behaving  like  a  MIB.  Indifference  didn’t  removed  from  his  expression.    ❝  If  a  good  wash  isn’t  enough,  I  could  buy  you  one.    ❞  He  proposed  inside  an  friendly  manner.  He  didn’t  have,  sadly,  women  clothes  at  hand  !  Concerning  his  suit,  there  was  no  plan  to  request  of  that  beautiful  blue  planet  to  do  something  about  it  —  Featherine  will  try  to  repair  damages  with  his  own  technology,  or  he  will  go  inside  one  of  others  planets  he  had  some  pleasant  rooms  for  doing  such  service.  Almost  immediatly  as  he  answered  her,  he  noticed  an  latent  guilt  over  what  happened.  It  was  just  a  suit.  Invaluable,  but  truly  nothing  to  be  too  much  worried  about  !  There  was  an  friendly  laugh,  taking  no  offense  over  circumstances,  where  lack  of  emotions  still  resonated.    ❝  I  have  particular  old-fashioned  tastes.    ❞  It  was  possibly  one  of  rare  times  where  he  could  expressing  his  native  Victorian  time  period  he  slowly  had  seen  evolving  though  time.  There  were  planets  who  managed  to  keep  aesthetic  going,  in  which  he  appreciated  the  effort.  Humans  …  were  watched  from  an  outside  perspective  now,  regardless  about  be  one.  There  was  another  laugh.    ❝  I  appreciate  distant  times.  A  certain  budget  and  a  certain  amount  of  savings,  but  it’s  a  small  price  to  feel  yourself.  ❞  He  escaped  honestly.    ❝  You  will  apologize  to  the  other  members,  and  embarrassment  will  undoubtedly  pass.  Stay  attentive  to  the  conversation  you  are  going  to  have,  don’t  be  fooled  by  nice  words  —    ❞  He  will  be  present  once  she  will  be  done,  was  the  implicit  message.  Then,  a  small  smile  was  returned  towards  her  gaze.    ❝  I  just  noticed  it.    ❞  He  admitted  with  complete  lack  of  emotion.    ❝  Don’t  worry,  I’m  harmless,  I  just  want  to  talk  to  you  in  private.   ❞