#gameofdeception

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUFyliiziV0)

          she sits in the wicker chair, arms wrapped around her own torso as though a chill has shot through her. but the air is warm and humid. if anything, it’s the chill of what she’s done, of what she’s capable of, that affects her now.

          murderer.

          a creak on the porch pulls her from her thoughts at just the right moment and she lifts her head, turning to investigate. it’s with equal parts relief and uncertainty that she spots will there, shadows cast across the lines of his face by the minimal candlelight. elizabeth can’t help but notice the tentative nature of his approach, nor can she ignore the twinge of guilt that accompanies the realization. 

          ❛ it’s late, ❜ she murmurs after a moment. it isn’t that she wishes to be rid of him ( quite the opposite, really ); she says it, more than anything, for lack of anything else to say. ❛ i thought you’d turned in. ❜

HI WILL AND I BOTH LOVE YOU <3333

a hundred random starters ┊ accepting ┊ @gameofdeception

          the question stops her cold. it’s clear that there will be no brushing off his words, no avoiding an argument or a discussion. that’s been her solution for so long that elizabeth isn’t quite sure how to address any of their problems head-on anymore. every inch of her is longing to escape, to avoid this exchange at all costs. but he deserves more than that. he deserves better.

          she dips her head, lips parted as she tries to come up with some sort of explanation. she could deny it, but that would just be another lie, and elizabeth doesn’t think she can handle seeing the disappointment that would undoubtedly linger in his eyes.

a hundred random starters ┊ accepting ┊ @gameofdeception

          ❛ i don’t know. ❜ her brows pull together in thought, and it’s clear that until this moment, she hasn’t given the idea much thought. it’s certainly a pretty notion, the idea that two souls are bound to be forever entwined. she’s never personally seen anything to make her believe that it exists, but it isn’t something she’s completely willing to rule out. anything is possible, after all. elizabeth has read enough stories to believe that much, at least.

          ❛ if i had a quid for every time i’ve caught you looking at me so intently, i’m fairly certain i would be quite wealthy by now. ❜ there’s a hint of teasing in her voice as she addresses him, a brow quirked with amusement. she wonders if he believes she doesn’t notice, or if he simply doesn’t care. either way, elizabeth has caught on to it more than once. it’s always a look of such focus, as though he intends to see into her thoughts, or past them into her very soul. ❛ what are you thinking about? ❜

for my darling gameofdeception, happy birthday lea! <3

  the sand  r e m e m b e r s  where we stood;

he’s a fuzzy lil bby i lo VE HIM

drippingredledgers said: NATASHA ROMANOFF ALERT. you’re like nat when she is 60. cat woman. ………. if she lived until 60. a w K.