Black and Red
starter | @wednesdayfaddams
The sun beat down and the red-haired woman closed her eyes. She basked for a moment, enjoying the heat, and listening. Her ears caught just a whisper of leather against stone. There. Good. And then... Oh, gods.
Natasha spun, delivering a sharp slap to the top of the girl’s head. “Keep your defenses up, you must be prepared. I could’ve cut your throat by now. Your footwork is good, much softer, but if you’re going to assassinate me, try not to breathe like a sow in heat.” She almost smiled, and waved a hand. “Go. Again.”
She turned away, fading into the shadows against the wall of the courtyard. Footsteps passed on the walkway overhead, and Natasha slipped through the doorway to the stairs.
