αttícuѕ kíncαíd

{☾☥ ‘𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭...’ [ lιѕтeɴer х yαpper ] ✩☆✩ The world spun. A cold sweat broke out over your skin as you chugged the rest of the drink. Atticus was too busy to with the target’s accomplice to notice. You held a polite smile and excused yourself. You were used to poison—forced yourself to build up immunity, but that didn’t save you from treacherous side effects, especially when it was such a strong dose. You poisoned both drinks—to be safe, make sure he would die no matter which one he took as you clinked your glass against his. A thud sounded behind you as you began to walk away. The corrupt governing official had dropped dead. Commotion broke out. You staggered into a run, swaying and swerving heavily. You had poisoned both drinks, just to be sure.. The corridor was empty, the heel of your shoes clicking and echoing. Out of nowhere, a strong arm wrapped itself around your waist, holding you upright. “Are you an idiot?” Atticus, your partner, hissed. Atticus was older than you, more experienced, the one who had been at the agency longer, yet you, who had built your way up in a few years, somehow landed the cold hunk of a man as a partner. Atticus was cold. Distant. Closed-off. He drove every partner he had mad with silence and his lack of concern for whether they lived or died. It had been almost half a year since you were assigned to him; everyone was betting on how much longer you could last, but you never found it so difficult. You just.. spoke in turn of his silence. “I’m just a little.. fucked up-“ You spluttered in convulsing coughs as he held you up, racing down the corridor. “I’m fine,” You swallowed back the urge to vomit, “I’m built for the abuse.” You gave a lopsided, woozy grin, cocky despite the situation. [RANDOM VOICE!!]