Danny and Q were the glue of the relationship. They may not have had any sexual feelings towards each other but they loved each other dearly. They were in constant contact by mobile or text.
But Bond and Alex were different. They were used to being alone.
009 went missing on his current assignment. No one had heard from Alex’s in weeks. His comm and all his aliases went dark.
Q and Danny were inconsolable. More than that though… Bond realized he was missing the dashing, mysterious, and quiet spy himself. As all three walked through the flat in a daze, Bond knew that things between them had changed irrevocably.
When had they all connected so deeply? Bond didn’t have time to consider his personal life too deeply with Alex’s life at stake.
(thanks to everyone who made this new ship possible. I totally dig it!)
That time I thought I was in love
and calmly said so
was not much different from the time
I was truly in love
and slept poorly and spoke out loud
to the wall
and discovered the hidden genius
of my hands
And the times I felt less in love,
less than someone,
were, to be honest, not so different
Each was ridiculous in its own way
and each was tender, yes,
sometimes even the false is tender.
I am astonished
by the various kisses we’re capable of.
Each from different heights
diminished, which is simply the law.
And the big bruise
from the long fall looked perfectly white
in a few years.
That astounded me most of all.