TONI FRASER
Kitsune
Posts: 47
Age:
Forty
Occupation:
FBI Agent
Status:
Married
Partner:
Separated: Marc Fraser
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 23, 2024 15:55:39 GMT
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Post by TONI FRASER on May 2, 2024 18:48:03 GMT
❝ Look Past The Clouds
We'll Find The Stars❞
Shoe was now on the other foot. It used to be Toni dreading the phone calls, calling Marc back. For years it had been fine. It had only been the last one that broke everything. She had known him so well; she knew that sending him back would shred what little control he had found after the last mission. He hadn’t listened to her. She wasn’t entirely blameless in it all, and she knew it. The vows she had swore to stand by him the day they spoke their wedding vows. When the going got tough she had ran.
Now it was him dreading her phone calls. Mostly there was one she was dreading. The call to take her back to Quantico. This couldn’t last after all. Something she hadn’t spoken about out loud but her days with the Bureau are numbered. There was just one thing she wanted to do before stopping… solve her daughter’s case. Put that asshole behind bars… for good. She looked over to Mark when she mentioned about taking some time off. Her look was gentle, ” I can’t. Not yet.” She told him, ” But we aren’t talking about work…” Toni also reminded him, and they definitely weren’t talking about what happened to Ria.
She watched him throw, going for the same tactic she had been, triple 20’s. Better than a bull’s eye, but slightly harder to hit given the wires, and the space. She would only ever really chance two of them and her third dart at the bull’s eye. When he scored five points down, she was surprised a little. Muttering that she should start thinking of something if she were lucky enough to win.
He walked back toward her closing the distance between them and it just felt so easy and so right. It would be so easy to forget the past years… but that was foolish. The reasons they had separated were very real, and still there. Pretending they weren’t just foolish. Inviting another heartbreak when they would inevitably end up back where they had been. His hands on her hips… but she didn’t brush them away. She smiled a little at his words, ” I’ll let you come up with the answer to that one.” Toni smiled, teasing slightly. Truth, she didn’t know what she wanted from him. She didn’t know what she wanted at all, beyond protecting her daughter’s future, by doing her job.
He turned her around a moment later nudging her slightly toward the board. Darts in hand she stepped up to the board… Some teasing and many rounds later, they reached the end of the board and she had just had her last shot with the darts board. In the last few rounds, it had all come down to his final throws. Her throwing had been damn near perfect, if it hadn’t been he would have seen right through it. Turning back to him one final time, ” Deciding throw… I’ll sip my wine and ponder what to ask for when I claim my victory…” She teased a bit… big words considering she still had no idea what to ask for.
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MARC FRASER
Werewolf
Posts: 86
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Sept 4, 2024 17:41:33 GMT
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Post by MARC FRASER on May 22, 2024 19:57:13 GMT
The man who’d taken their daughter was still out there. Marc tried to push it from his mind most of the time, but there were days when the paranoia tried to creep in and he was left wondering if every single man he passed on the street could’ve been the kidnapper. For Ria’s sake he kept it to himself. His daughter had spent enough of her life trapped by that son of a bitch, he wouldn’t have her constantly chewed up by fear because her dad couldn’t trust that she was safe now. He hadn’t brought it up to his ex-wife either, but Toni knew. The same doubts had to be swirling around in her head, fear a yawing pit in her gut. They’d both move heaven and hell to keep their kid safe, it just wasn’t entirely up to them.
Marc met her eye as she looked at him, the faintest of smiles touching his lips. He wouldn’t start questioning it. She’d take a break when she knew for certain that the kidnapper wasn’t coming back. When she knew their kid was safe. Nodding slowly, he let out a light chuckle. ”No work, got it. We left that outside the door.” Maybe if he’d done that more often when they’d been together things would’ve been different. Then he’d been terrified to stop, like if he did the pieces of himself he was holding together would entirely fall apart.
These days it felt like his hands were steady, the pieces of his life sitting almost perfectly in place. His mind wasn’t twitching at the thud of every dart to hit the target. It was too busy dancing around the idea of this night leading to something more. Maybe that was what had put his aim off, but that didn’t matter. Seconds after he’d thrown he was back in front of Toni, his hands finding her hips, staying there when she didn’t step away as she might’ve done before. ”Now that is torturing me,” he quipped. ”You know if you let me answer, I’ll just turn it around to what works for me getting my own way here.” He wasn’t above that, although he doubted he was gonna get a real chance at a win anyhow.
He could still feel her warmth against his skin as she headed back to the board seconds later. Marc slipped them into his pockets, watching her with affection written all over his face. It stayed there as the game played out, round by round he got more competitive, his mouth running less as this whole thing got serious. How had this ended up coming down to the last dart? Drawing in a deep breath, Marc ambled towards her, reaching for the darts. ”It’s not guaranteed yet,” he reminded her. ”Maybe I’ve been lulling you into a false sense of security. You ready to admit defeat now?”
Brows hitched, Marc grinned at her for a second before he stood in front of the line. Letting out a breath, he went still. He hadn’t been throwing badly on purpose. This had been his best effort and now it came down to three last throws. There was only one hope he had. Another triple. An exhalation, the first dart thrown. A triple 20. The same again. Something in his chest started to tremble, nerves threatening to wreck his aim. Marc threw and a heartbeat later, he was hanging his head. A plain old 20. Toni had won. ”Do I finally get to hear what you want? Now you’ve kicked my ass,” he asked lightly, his smile touching his eyes as he looked up at her.
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