Post by Stockmon on Dec 13, 2011 15:31:01 GMT -6
It was a crisp day in London, only about forty degrees Fahrenheit, and sunny. Casey had a very flexible schedule at St. Mungos. It was more of a case by case thing. If they needed him they called, if they didn’t he could show up and do office work. If he was busy, he just didn’t show up. But they always knew how to get ahold of him. While he was on a mission he’d told them he was unreachable, and they hadn’t tried. It was a good system, and one of the only jobs a man like him could hold.
Casey was not a physical person in relationships. And despite his mother’s insistence that he get married and start a family by his age, he hadn’t. He was busy doing what he wanted. He was a high profile spy with a good reputation if you knew who he was. Luckily only the right people knew who he was, and that was how he got work. It was exciting; it was… what he’d always wanted. The only other thing he wanted was to take care of Mia. Casey wasn’t exactly stereotypical for a man. He was far more interested in an emotional and intellectual relationship than making out. With Mia he did want to do things, but that was because he cared about her. It was also because he was a human being, but he had a stronger will than to give in to most of that.
Mia had been training with Casey’s parents lately and much as it made Casey a bit uncomfortable he supposed it made them all happy. He wondered how Mia felt about seeing his parents actually employ their spy skills. Just because they were out of the work didn’t mean they let themselves get overly rusty. He hadn’t really asked how things had been going, but since Candace was home for break now she was nagging Casey to come home for a visit. He promised her the whole week of Christmas, but until then he was staying at his apartment. Mia had agreed to let Casey take her to lunch so he made his way to the Ministry lobby where he’d agreed to meet her.
He sat on a bench just inside, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He had on the usual white wife-beater and a button up red dress shirt buttoned up to the second to last button. He wore black boots and a black button up jacket with no hood. His hair was trimmed short, and she’d shaven that morning. He looked like a real professional, an adult, except for his signature cowboy hat. He also had the engagement ring he went to Spain to get from his Grandmother. He kept it in his pocket any time he saw Mia, he just didn’t expect to use it. Casey was waiting, but he knew better than to be caught off guard.
Casey was not a physical person in relationships. And despite his mother’s insistence that he get married and start a family by his age, he hadn’t. He was busy doing what he wanted. He was a high profile spy with a good reputation if you knew who he was. Luckily only the right people knew who he was, and that was how he got work. It was exciting; it was… what he’d always wanted. The only other thing he wanted was to take care of Mia. Casey wasn’t exactly stereotypical for a man. He was far more interested in an emotional and intellectual relationship than making out. With Mia he did want to do things, but that was because he cared about her. It was also because he was a human being, but he had a stronger will than to give in to most of that.
Mia had been training with Casey’s parents lately and much as it made Casey a bit uncomfortable he supposed it made them all happy. He wondered how Mia felt about seeing his parents actually employ their spy skills. Just because they were out of the work didn’t mean they let themselves get overly rusty. He hadn’t really asked how things had been going, but since Candace was home for break now she was nagging Casey to come home for a visit. He promised her the whole week of Christmas, but until then he was staying at his apartment. Mia had agreed to let Casey take her to lunch so he made his way to the Ministry lobby where he’d agreed to meet her.
He sat on a bench just inside, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He had on the usual white wife-beater and a button up red dress shirt buttoned up to the second to last button. He wore black boots and a black button up jacket with no hood. His hair was trimmed short, and she’d shaven that morning. He looked like a real professional, an adult, except for his signature cowboy hat. He also had the engagement ring he went to Spain to get from his Grandmother. He kept it in his pocket any time he saw Mia, he just didn’t expect to use it. Casey was waiting, but he knew better than to be caught off guard.
