Suddenly Tamsin.

Figured I'd clear out my drafts. They've been sitting here mocking me for a while, seemed like a good time to put them up.

That bit I wrote for Irina? Yeah, the chick she was talking to is still kicking around my brain a bit.
 
I doubt anything will come of it, but I felt like making a set anyway.

Still speaking hypothetically here, but I was having too much fun with the idea not to write this.
 
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[b][i]"Damn it, Demitrova!"[/i][/b] Tamsin snapped, her red hair flying around her face as she raged. She was the picture of fury, eyes flashing and lips drawn back from her teeth in a snarl, but Ira simply watched impassively as she waited for the Demon's fit of moody pique to pass. It always did, eventually, and she'd learned that she was less likely to suffer Tamsin's true wrath if she waited it out in calm, obeisant silence. The Demon's bark had always been worse than her bite. [b][i]"You should've reported back as soon as you saw what was in that warehouse!"[/i][/b]
 
Ira lifted her shoulders in an placid shrug, meeting the other woman's gaze without any heat. She wasn't trying to be disrespectful, just honest. [b]"Coulda, shoulda, woulda,"[/b] she said, and then shrugged again, [b]"Didn't."[/b]
 
[b][i]"Why?"[/i][/b] Tamsin grated out, right before the fight seemed to drain out of her. She fell heavily into the chair behind her desk, massaging her temples as she went. [b][i]"Oh, forget it. I keep telling the others that you're more trouble than you're worth, but they never believe me. [/i]They[i] don't have to put up with [/i]this[i] every other day."[/i][/b]
 
Irina had the good grace to duck her head sheepishly at that, even if she didn't really feel it. [b]"I wanted to be sure there was actually something to tell, ma'am,"[/b] she explained, fully expecting the cool glare she got in return, [b]"Besides, now it's been dealt with. The Psychics won't be able to transmit any more of your information."[/b] Not that she'd been sorry to hear that they'd been leaking Demon intel to the outside, but Tamsin or one of the others would probably (read: definitely) have accused Ira of not doing her job if anything big got out. So, she'd dealt with it. Like she'd been doing for the last five years.
 
Tamsin sighed, eyes closed as she continued to massage her temples. She seemed willing to accept Ira's explanation, for now; was probably too frustrated to go digging for more any time soon. [b][i]"Just... go,"[/i][/b] the redhead mumbled. Ira lingered respectfully, waiting to see if there was anything else. She knew better than to take a dismissal at face-value. It wasn't until Tamsin's bark of, [b][i]"Now!"[/i][/b] that the Vampire turned and strode quietly out of the office.