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gingerbreton · 3 years
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Adam learning the hard way not to startle a woman opening a bag of flour.  You’d think he’d have learned after the pepper spray incident
I had the absolute pleasure of commissioning @mooreaux to paint my stubborn sweethearts, Adam and Neve.  I am absolutely speechless over how utterly gorgeous they are!  Thank you so much for bringing them to life!  If you have a chance to commission @mooreaux seriously, treat yourself
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danbenzvi · 5 years
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Recently listened to: “Doctor Who: The Eighth Of March”
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Scattered through all of space and time, there are many women whose paths have crossed that of the Doctor.
Some were once fellow TARDIS travellers, some staunch allies defending the Earth, and one was the Doctor’s wife…
From Victorian London, to an intergalactic convention, from the offices of UNIT, to an impossible university library – on the 8th of March, four very different adventures will unfold.
Featuring the following stories:
The Diary Of River Song: Emancipation by Lisa McMullin
When River Song crashes a Galactic Heritage convention, posing as the wrong Time Lord, Leela is sent by Gallifrey to investigate.
But before the canapés are cold and the champagne becomes warm, they find themselves embroiled in a royal kidnapping.
Starring Alex Kingston as Professor River Song and Louise Jameson as Leela.
Also starring Lucy Pickles as The Hanovari, Julie Teal as The Royal Magnificat, Catherine Skinner as Princess Myrahla and Lewis Rae as Compere.  All other parts played by members of the cast.
  Doctor Who - The New Adventures: The Big Blue Book by Lizzie Hopley
With the Doctor AWOL, Benny and Ace are left to their own devices, going native in a Liverpool university.
Benny accepts an invitation she really shouldn’t, and Ace meets a very strange collector.
An alien library is about to gain a big, blue book… but where’s the TARDIS?
Starring Sophie Aldred as Ace and Lisa Bowerman as Professor Bernice Summerfield.
Special Guest Star Sylvester McCoy as The Seventh Doctor.
Also starring Orlando Gibbs as Harvey, Rosemary Ashe as Vassa and Robert Gill as Lycurgus.  All other parts played by members of the cast.
  The Patnernoster Gang: Inside Every Warrior by Gemma Langford
The Great Detective, Madame Vastra, aided by her resourceful spouse, Jenny Flint, and loyal valet, Strax, is looking into a series of mysterious break-ins.
An eccentric scientist and his put-upon assistant are the latest victims. Evidence mounts, with animal footprints and a trail of destruction.
Starring Neve McIntosh as Madame Vastra, Catrin Stewart as Jenny Flint and Dan Starkey as Strax.
Also starring Julie Atherton as Hodge, Nigel Fairs as Dr. Cornelius Pinch, Tom Bell as Percy and Louise Faulkner as Laeticia.  All other parts played by members of the cast.
  U.N.I.T.: Narcissus by Sarah Grochala
When one of their own goes missing, Kate Stewart and the two Osgoods decide to investigate.
Narcissus is interested only in the most beautiful people, but as the UNIT operatives are about to discover, its true purpose is something far from desirable.
Starring Jemma Regdrave as Kate Stewart, Ingrid Oliver as Osgood, James Joyce as Josh Carter and Tracy Wiles as Jacqui McGee.
Also starring Alix Dunmore as Female-Jordan Love and Dan Blaskey as Male-Jordan Love.  All other parts played by members of the cast
Plus a bonus disc of Behind the Scenes interviews. 
All stories directed by Helen Goldwyn.
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gingerbreton · 3 years
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Smooch him before he bolts.  And whatever you do, do not say “Adam...”
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gingerbreton · 3 years
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Neve “4% combat” Langford - she earned that losing a fight with a kettle.
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gingerbreton · 3 years
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DO IT FOR HIM 🤡
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gingerbreton · 3 years
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Neve just killing time ‘til her Murphy abduction at 2.
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gingerbreton · 3 years
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Sunday Mornings
Summary:
A free Sunday morning has always been a precious thing to Neve. She has a routine she's had down for years, though there are some adjustments she’s happy to make.
Pairing:  Adam x f!detective
Notes:  
It's been a long year y'all and I am missing going for brunch with my friends back home. So here is just some comfort fluff.
Rating:  G    Word Count:  668
[Read on AO3]  [Series link]
To Neve, Sunday mornings are sacred.
She allows the sun to soothe her awake—a rare indulgence—enjoying the way it streams in through her apartment’s large windows, bathing the rooms in warm light.  
Bleary eyed and still adorned in pyjamas, Neve pads to her kitchen, sets the coffee machine to work and leans against the counter as it does.  She smells the vase of whichever seasonal flowers she’s bought to brighten the space and looks over the open plan living area—at the way light spilling through the old industrial windows bends and fractures into rainbows across her walls.
Neve sets about making breakfast—eggs benedict is the sunday special in her household.  She sips that first coffee as she delicately swirls the poaching water.
She settles on one of the stools which line the counter with her breakfast and a second coffee to hand.  She skims the headlines of the local sunday paper.  A content smile spreads across her lips as the yolk of the perfectly poached egg drips across her meal.  
Breakfast done with, Neve curls up in the corner of the plush and unnecessarily large corner-sofa which claims a large portion of the footprint in her living space.  Her third coffee balances on a tray resting atop the cushioned ottoman which acts as a coffee table—a lucky find at an antiques fair that she’s unashamedly proud of.  She continues to read the paper, but not before carefully tearing out Bobby’s gossip sheets, screwing them up and tossing them, without looking, towards the bin.  It catches them without fail—this is a routine she has down.
With the trash taken care of, she picks up a pen and sets about the crossword before deciding what to do with the rest of her day.
That was before.
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Sunday mornings are sacred.
Neve allows the sun to soothe her awake—if a shift in the mattress hasn’t already done so.  She lies there a few moments longer, allowing her bleary eyes to adjust to the warm light streaming through tall windows.  
Padding out to the kitchen, she finds a coffee already set on the counter waiting for her.  She smiles at the attempted image in the froth, feeling green eyes on her as she does.
Neve turns her smile on Adam who lounges in his joggers in her corner of the couch—one arm draped along the back, bare feet, crossed at the ankle, up on the coffee table.  He looks completely at home.  He’s even claimed the paper.
She smells the flowers in the vase—ones Adam has bought for her.  Somehow, they smell even better for it.  She takes a sip of her coffee and smiles at the way old glass makes the light dance in even older eyes.
Neve sets about making breakfast.  She always offers some to Adam, he always declines.  She sips her coffee and stirs the hollandaise on the hob.
Adam moves quietly.  She barely knows he’s there before her hair is brushed aside and he bends to press a soft kiss across her shoulder.  When she turns to look at him, he steals another from her lips—taking over stirring duties with a smirk when the distraction inevitably drives every thought of cooking from Neve’s mind.
They sit together at the counter while Neve eats.  The paper sits untouched on the coffee table.  She listens to Adam talk instead—anything but work, that’s the sunday morning rule.  Her smiles are content even if the yolks are no longer perfect.
With breakfast done, they settle on the couch.  Adam takes the corner and Neve curls into his side, her head resting on his shoulder, his lips brushing kisses to her temple as they peruse the headlines.
Neve carefully tears out the gossip sheets and expertly tosses them into the bin.  Adam chuckles.
With the trash taken care of, Neve picks up a pen and they set about the crossword before deciding what to do with the rest of their day.
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gingerbreton · 3 years
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Finally posting some of Neve’s looks through the books and her stats.  I’ve been meaning to do it for ages!  Did she do her hair for the fake date...maybe so.  Did Farah comment on it...definitely so.  And yes, she chopped her hair for 3!   
Forgive me while I have many feelings about her independent stat between books!  She might even be able to give Adam a run for his money with that stubborn stat.
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gingerbreton · 3 years
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first impressions
Summary:
After a rather bumpy first day working with Unit Bravo, Detective Neve Langford vents to Tina about one particular agent's lasting impression.  (aka Adam made a bad first impression and Neve is gonna die mad about it)
Pairing:  Tina & f!detective  (background/future Adam x f!detective)
Notes:
This is my first time writing anything Wayhaven, I'm still feeling out character voices and getting used to Neve.  Discord chat reminded me of my visceral reaction to the way Adam said "shock" in that first meeting scene. And so this teeny venture into Wayhaven was born, to let Neve have the rant she's been holding in for two and a bit books!  Plus it was a fun excuse to write short sweet banter with my best girls.  couldn’t resist the hot fuzz reference
Rating:  T   Word Count:  815
[Read of AO3]
The front doors of the station swing shut with a click, but Neve waits another moment just to be sure.
Beep boop beep boop…
Douglas’s game starting up again is confirmation enough that her new “colleagues” have finally left the building.
Something between a long held-back growl and scream breaks from her throat, shattering the silence of her office—the sound barely contained behind tightly pursed lips.  Less than 24 hours into her first case and—
“I’ve been wondering how long it’d take you to make that noise since your mum showed up this morning,” Tina leans around the door, brandishing a steaming cup of coffee like a shield.
“I am having the shittiest day, Tee,”  Neve whines, drumming her feet under the desk in a mini-tantrum.
“You had the shittiest day?”  She flops dramatically into the chair opposite Neve.  “The cast of CSI Wayhaven waltz into your office, and you have the audacity to tell me you’ve had a shitty day.”
“They work for my mother.”  Tina whinces in sympathy as Neve pushes up from her desk, abandoning her coffee to pace in front of the window.  “And their team leader is such a—”
She drags her fingers roughly through her hair - a waterfall of strawberry blonde falling back in front of her eyes when she’s done, and she still can’t find a word to adequately describe Commanding Agent Adam du Mortain.  Dick just doesn’t seem to cut it.
A Chesire cat grin stretches across her friend’s face.
“Oh I see…”
“No, you don’t.”  Neve ignores the gratuitous eyebrow waggling aimed at her from over the desk.  “Seriously though, listen to this: so, I start talking about our victim and I say ‘we don’t have a cause of death yet’ and do you know what he said?”  She pinches her fingers together to emphasise the point.  “Shock.”
“No.”
“Mmhmm. Shock.”  Neve manages to pause in her pacing long enough to fold her arms for effect before her rant continues.
“The fact that, yes, the woman did die of shock is beside the point.  It’s the way he said it, Tee.”  Her temper flares again just thinking about the exchange.  “It wasn’t ‘the victim will have died of shock, Detective Langford’.  It was ‘oh, surprise surprise, PC Plod.  Fuck off back to Sandyford, the swan’s escaped.”
Neve snaps her lips shut, rolling them for good measure, having just realised how loud her rant had gotten.
“Right, I don’t care how hot they are,”—Tina stands to wrap her friend in a hug—“for you, I will glare at them all tomorrow.  And not like a smouldering glare.  Proper stink-eye.”
With a laugh, the pair sit back against the edge of the desk and Neve lets out a long sigh, trying to push away the last of her lingering irritation.
“You’ve got to admit though…”  Tina smirks.  “There was some chemistry.”
“There was not,” Neve snaps back, a little too fast —the memory of icy green eyes intruding on her thoughts.
“I can’t remember the last time you shouted at someone.”
“I can’t remember the last time I met someone that infuriating.”
She huffs, hoping a minor show of annoyance might hide the flush which creeps up the back of her neck, and bury the butterflies back under her mood.
‘Sparks.”  Tina continues.
“There were no sparks.”
“Are you kidding me?  It’s a good job we’re over the road from the fire station.  That heat!”
“Stop it!”
But the conviction behind her words falls into laughter, the same way it always does when Tina brings her round from a bad mood.
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A little way down the street, Unit Bravo stand looking towards the detective’s lit office window.
“Well, that could’ve gone worse.”
Nate decides to leave the fact that it obviously could’ve gone better to the imagination of the group.
“That’s true,”  Farah chuckles, and he can tell what’s coming next before she opens her mouth again.  “At least she didn’t pepper spray our almighty leader.  This time.”
Adam shoves his fists with enough force into his coat pockets that it’s a miracle of tailoring the seams don’t tear.  His mouth has been set in a tight line, brows deeply furrowed since it became evident he was the subject of the detective’s outburst.
“Don’t worry, Adam.”  Farah reaches up to pat the team leader on the shoulder.  “This’ll make for the best meet-cute story when I give my best woman speech at your wedding.”
If looks could kill, the glare Adam shoots her would’ve left a second body for the detective to investigate come the morning.  Although, if anything, it only spurs on Farah’s laughter.
“Can we just get this over with?”  Morgan stubs out her cigarette and gestures in the direction of the Farris warehouse.
Adam nods sharply and turns on his heel—evidently grateful to get away from the sound of the detective’s laughter.
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gingerbreton · 3 years
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Professional (Adam x f!detective)
Summary:
As they continue to work on the Murphy case, Adam takes his turn 'babysitting' the detective.
Since she uncovered the truth, Adam has seen a different side to Neve Langford.  And it is becoming increasingly difficult to maintain professional boundaries.
Notes:
This is set during the 'babysitting' week after the detective leaves the facility, before Murphy's attack.
Rating:  T    Word Count:  1961
[Read on AO3]
The shrill ring of the bell stops the detective in her tracks, and Adam has to catch himself from crashing into the back of her as a pair of fellow early-risers dart from the bakery door and out into the rain-wrapped Square.  He snaps out a hand to stop the door from slamming back into Neve’s face.
A wave of warm air washes over Adam as the door swings open again, carrying on it scents of baking bread and the cloying sweetness of fresh pastries.  He wrinkles his nose at the powerful odours, missing the clean chill of the breeze blowing in from the forests which surround the town.
“I’ll be right with you,” a bright voice calls out from the back at the sound of the bell.
With a brief shiver as the stark temperature change hits her, Neve hurries into the warmth of the bakery.  The swift click of her heels echoing in the quiet space as she makes a beeline for the display of particularly sickly looking breakfast goods.
Adam hangs back by the door, eyes adjusting to the light after the darkness of the early morning.  He passed the bakery on patrol the other night, it’s window display illuminated in keeping with the Square’s aesthetic, though had not set foot inside before.  Nor had he intended to until the detective insisted on breakfast.
This would have been so much simpler if the Agency had insisted the detective remain at the facility.  But here we are...
A large table dominates the seating area.  Adam eyes the way it limits passage through the space to two routes—less than ideal if they have to exit swiftly past an adversary, but he can work with it.  He’s just pondering the strategic pros and cons of the large curved counter when his attention is drawn to the detective.
Neve removes her scarf to shake loose the fine drizzle which clings to the fabric.  She pushes her hair out of the way as she does so.  It’s this motion which catches Adam’s attention, but not what holds it.
Faint bruises paint the detective’s freckled skin, faded to the point of being almost unnoticeable.  At least to human eyes.  To him it’s blatant evidence of where bloated fingers constricted around the detective’s throat.  An injury, Adam is guilty to admit, he did not notice until after the fact—not until Neve had collapsed in his arms.
The detective’s hair falls back into place, hiding the marks that even she seems to have forgotten behind a waterfall of soft strawberry blonde.  
But a thought lingers in Adam’s mind;  humans are fragile.
This isn’t a startling revelation.  He’s known it for over 900 years.  In the past it was little more than an inconvenience—something to take into consideration when dealing with them.
When did it become a concern?
Adam shakes his head to dispel the thought.
“Good morning, Haley.”  
Neve greets the proprietor, a warm smile settling on her lips.  It’s the kind of warmth that draws people to her—that draws him to her.
Before this gentler warmth grew between them, the detective’s temper used to flare like a wildfire—his too, if he’s honest—threatening to set them both alight.  Now the fire that seems to burn at the heart of Neve has settled into a welcoming glow.  It makes her eyes sparkle, and Adam struggles to look away—wishing he could hide behind his aviators without drawing comment.
Whether she knows it or not, the detective is making his task difficult—crouching to peruse the selection of pastries, the edge of her lip, not fully bitten, just caught by a drag of her teeth as she scans her choices.  Decision made, her lip slips free when a smile wins out and she points to a particularly plump croissant.  
Adam snaps his gaze away.
The task of drowning out their conversation is made easier when it descends into inane small talk.  He diverts his attention back to where it should be—watching for threats.  It is his turn to babysit the detective after all.
The large windows of the shopfront are fogged with thick condensation from the chill of the late winter air hitting the warmth of the bakery’s interior.  He frowns at the lack of visibility out into the Square beyond but resists the urge to wipe away a section of the misted glass.
“Adam-”  Neve’s voice stumbles to a stop, correcting herself when Adam’s gaze flashes to her.  “Commanding Agent, did you want anything?”  She pauses, something tentative—hopeful even—in the look she gives him.  “My treat.”
“That isn’t necessary, detective,” Adam replies stiffly.  
His throat dries at the sudden memory of Neve's name escaping his lips in the lab a few days before.  ‘I prefer you call me that.’  More so at the memory of the way she looked at him in response.
“But thank you.”  He adds with a cough as her gaze flicks away, wondering if he imagined her shoulders sag.
‘I think using your title would serve us better since we are working together.’
Adam has been doing this job, or some version of it, for centuries.  Times change, the Agency adapts, people come and go, and never once has he struggled with professionalism.  With boundaries.  
But now his words are getting away from him, he has to check every action to maintain these boundaries, to remain professional.  Because that’s all this is.  Professional.
As soon as Murphy is caught the team will move on.  He will move on.
‘But I’m glad to know we are on good enough terms for first names—Neve’.
The first had been a slip, but the second, in spite of himself he’d allowed her name to linger on his tongue.  Savouring it one last time before he drew a line.  Rebuilt that boundary.  Adam has always considered himself a strong-willed man, and that should’ve been an end to it.
But then Neve smiled.
He’d seen her smile before—obviously—but not like this.  Not for him.  Impossibly soft and sweet and shy.  A blush colouring her cheeks, heart fluttering as she held his gaze.
The sight etched itself onto his memory.
A wave of panic hits Adam as he sees the detective move to sit at the large table, only then realising how long he’d been lost in thought.
“We should be going,” he blurts.  The thought of sitting alone together—Adam scolds himself for his flustered reaction.  “To meet the other at the station.”
“Oh—of course.”  
A confused frown tugging at her brow, Neve turns to Haley who is already transferring her coffee into a takeaway cup.
It’s not until the detective is sweetening the drink that Adam takes in the sheer size of the thing.  Despite the blanket of frothy milk, there’s an almost overpowering scent of espresso.  Neve pours in one sweetener, and then a second.
Adam wrinkles his nose, a judgemental frown creasing his brow.
“You’ll not taste that with your breakfast.”
Neve meets his eye, a familiar stubbornness catching in her eyes.  She picks up a third sweetener, tears the packet open with her teeth and pours it into her drink, all without breaking his gaze.
Adam rolls his eyes, drags the door open and heads out into the cold, but not before catching the smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth.
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Dawn light is beginning to daub hues of pinks and orange across the undersides of the thinning rainclouds.  The downpour has slowed to a light drizzle which hangs like mist in the air, droplets quickly clinging to the wool of his coat.  
The clocktower declares it’s a little after seven thirty as Adam strides across the pavement, pausing only when he realises that the detective isn’t at his side.  This isn’t unusual in itself—between those ridiculous heels and fitted skirts, it takes Neve two paces to keep up with one of his—but this time there’s no click of heels following him.  
Though there is the increased patter of her heartbeat.
“Detective?”
He turns in time to see her linger in the doorway, deep-green gaze furtively scanning the Square before she steps out.  Adam can feel the nerves radiate from her as she hurries to his side.  
It wasn’t long ago that he lamented the detective’s habit of rushing off into trouble, but now, as she stands glued to his side on the cobbled streets of a town she’s called home her whole life, he finds himself half-grieving the freedom that came with her naivety.
“You are uncertain.”
The statement catches Neve off guard, her heels skittering on the slick cobblestones as she snaps to look at him.  Adam instinctually reaches out to steady her, but swiftly pulls his fingers back before they brush the small of her back—burying the offending hand deep in his coat pockets.
“The fact that Murphy is a vampire still concerns you?”  Adam hushes his tone, despite the empty street.
A slight frown knots Neve’s brow, her lips moving around a thought.
“It’s not that,” she says after a moment, pointedly avoiding Adam’s gaze.  Pulling her collar up high to guard against the rain, she hurries across the street.  He follows, matching her pace with ease.  “What Murphy is on a biological level is irrelevant.”
Adam raises a brow, though he shouldn’t be surprised; she’d looked at the evidence, considered the blood results, and accepted the true nature of Unit Bravo with little more than a dry comment about how they should get a DNA database entry sorted, unless they wished to be named after the station’s pathologist.
“It’s just...the balance of everything shifted overnight,” Neve continues.  “I went from being a professional trying to catch a murderer, to being his next victim.”
Her voice catches, but she coughs it off before Adam has a chance to say anything.  
“You know, they tried to recruit students to take part in medical trials while I was in college.  For cash.”  She takes a long sip of her coffee before trying to smile, as though there’s a joke in there somewhere but she can’t decide if it’s funny.  “I wasn’t interested then either.  And I doubt Murphy offers better pay than the drug companies.”
The laugh that accompanies her slipping smile is breathy and lost in thought.  Without seeming to notice, she fidgets at the cut across her palm.
“I don’t want to be a victim.”
She seems to startle herself with the admission—a rare confession of vulnerability from a woman who insists she can take care of herself.  Adam’s brows furrow deeply under a weight of concern.
“It will be alright.”
You will be alright.
“I know it will.”
The vulnerability is gone.  Neve sets her lips into a tight line.  Stubborn.  Determined.  If it wasn’t for the nervous fluttering of her heart, he might even believe her.
Adam’s lips move for a moment as he tries to conjure an adequate sentiment to put Neve’s mind at rest, but his words fall short.  Instead he sets about watching their surroundings with redoubled diligence—as though the action may at least allay some of her fears.
“Adam…”  Neve almost reaches out to him, he freezes, watching the motion, but she thinks better of it.  “I know it will.”
Her expression softens as her eyes finally meet his—stubbornness waning to give way to something else.  Adam could be mistaken, but buried deep, warming the dark green of her eyes, there’s trust.
Their gazes break apart under the weight of the heavy silence that follows, and they make for the detective’s car without another word.
Adam will not let anything happen to her.
And he tells himself there’s nothing more to it than that.
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gingerbreton · 3 years
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“I can handle this on my own.” - famous last words of Det. Neve Langford, roughly 3 weeks before finding out that this...perhaps she can’t.
This was the other thing I’d been meaning to get round to - looks from the books.
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gingerbreton · 3 years
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"Neve “4% combat” Langford - she earned that losing a fight with a kettle." ->> saw this description and oh my god, I love her so much! (~agentnatesewell)
Ahhh thank you, this has made my morning! 💜 I do love my stubborn girl so much, but now I’m just chuckling at Neve and her noodle arms. Adam was not wrong when he commented on her “less-than-adequate” combat skills! She could not fight her way out of a wet paper bag
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gingerbreton · 3 years
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Ok so @pchberrytea got me into The Wayhaven Chronicles (thank you and curse you Tea because i am in vampire hell for the first time in many years - not only that, but slowburn vampire hell).  As you can see I’m enjoying myself, because art happened.  Drawing new people is hard.
This is my detective, Neve Langford.  She’s stubborn and impulsive, and wears inappropriately high heels for work (I wonder where she subconsciously got that idea from coughrebeccacough).  Oh yes, and she’s sharing elongated gazes, confusing moments and almost touches with Adam.  When they aren’t driving each other spare.
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