NAPS
HOVER
Indie Raymond "Red" Reddington from NBC's Blacklist. Private. Selective. Mun/Muse 21+. Dark Themes present. Please read rules/bio before following/interacting. Written by Erick
“How about we make a deal?” (Zoe)

He considered for a moment, tongue idly tracing the inside surface of his teeth, head cocked. 

image

“That depends on what you’re expecting of me.”

“You might be a ruthless brute, but you’re ‘my’ ruthless brute.” (from Zoe)

Red raised an eyebrow, though he was smiling, it wasn’t as warm as it ought to be. 

image

“You know I’m not your anything, Zoe. But we are fated to end up in each other’s hemispheres every so often for the rest of our lives. I can’t say I mind that too much.”

chaosthxory:

image

“Dont’ worry, I don’t drink with people I”m fixing,’ Zoe smiled as she ordered a scotch.  “Actually, I Had to give up a very lucrative offer just to meet you.  One of those men on your Blacklist hired me to get him off.  But when I realized I could trade what I know in order to meet you, I decided the paycheck wasn’t worth it.  SO here i am.”

image

“Good to know,” he idly swirled the scotch in his own glass as she explained her reasons for interrupting his evening. She knew of the blacklist, interesting. That meant she must have interacted with someone from the task force, that–or he had a leak in his organization, which left him…disquieted. “I’m not in the habit of just paying for information. I’m sure you know the drill, checking it for validity and the like.” Red paused, eyes narrowing for just a moment. “Have you ever had the cheesecake here? It’s really to die for.” 

chaosthxory:

image

“Mr. Reddington,” Zoe greeted.  She smoothly set herself next to him.  “I’m surprised I don’t even need to introduce myself.  That might be a first.”

image

The smile stayed on his face, “Your reputation precedes you, my dear,” Red licks his lips, “I hope no one’s hired you to fix any problems they’ve had with me of all people, I’d hate for our first meeting to be on less than ideal terms.”

@chaosthxory

image

“Ms. Morgan,” he said, eyebrows raised, a smile that at least looked genuine blooming across his face, “to what do I owe the pleasure of your unexpected company?”