[Zero Scenery] What Does Bourbon Talk About When He Talks About Love?

[A few things written up front that you absolutely must read:

1. This is a Ling-Jing CP fic. No breaking them up or reversing the pairing.

2. Ling hypnotizes himself into thinking he's Bourbon to cope with the Intelligence Division's more rigorous anti-interrogation procedures.

3. The writing is terrible, the plot is ridiculous, cliche, and melodramatic, and the characters are all severely out of character. In short, there's nothing to say for it except that it's bad. This is not false modesty. If you happen across this fic, I really, really, really don't recommend opening it.]

"His breathing came in layers of surging tides. Would that calm stretch of blue ocean let me anchor there?"

Chaos and darkness were deeply etched into the bones and blood of every member of the Organization, and Bourbon, one of its very best, was no exception.

An intelligence ace in the Organization was hardly likely to be some kind of romantic poet. But if he had to choose an apt metaphor, Bourbon preferred to compare his work to a night boat forging a path through the undercurrents.

As a child of the Organization, he had sailed out of the night. As the one who went ahead on its missions, he sailed toward an even more distant abyss.

Every time he tried to plunge into that silent sea, black as ink, an inexplicable fear would surge in his heart.

But Bourbon didn't dwell on this for long.

Because on a sunny morning, he met a young man codenamed Scotch.

Note: I'm terrible at writing synopses. Short story, updates whenever inspiration strikes. Ling-Jing. Terrible writing and a terrible plot.

Theme: Just when he'd finally accepted that he'd fallen in love with an undercover agent, his memories came back.