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LISBETH SALANDER, almighty queen of monosyllables and glares. And even a ‘no’ was a lot, a wealth Mikael doesn’t receive the gratitude she perhapshas expected him to. Does she even expect anything from him anymore?  “That’s it? ‘No’? Come on, Lisbeth you can do better than that.”

Has he shocked her now? Has she even seen him angry? At her?

she doesn’t answer, because she doesn’t feel as though there’s anything to say. (it jars her. stiffens in the base of her neck and keeps eyes downcast and staring straight ahead at the ibook she swiftly closes and stuffs into a black backpack.)

i enjoyed working with you. it doesn’t sit right, and she doesn’t quite understand it. mostly because of this: Iisbeth saIander does not work with people. (she sits, curtains closed, cigarette butts scattered into a saucer at her side, backlit keyboard being the only light which strains her eyes as she chugs a bottle of mountain dew, then coffee, then coke, then more coffee, until she has some dirt on an unseemly bastard who deserves it. this is how she gets under people’s skin. this is how she processes.)

                so when she’s faced with this, she doesn’t know how to answer.

        'you have the information you need.’     and with that, the backpack is slung over one shoulder, the chair scraped out from beneath her, and she paces toward the door.

“Thank you.”

Trish isn’t sure what she envisioned in her mind’s eye when she thought about employing a hacker. Maybe the superhero nerd within assumed they all looked like Barbara Gordon from the comics. She’s not sure. She knows, though, that she didn’t expect this one bit. 

And that’s not a complaint, at all. Just an observation. Truthfully her time donning yellow skintight kevlar and rampaging through the Manhattan underworld at night should’ve taught her to expect the unexpected by now.

Thin shoulders wrapped in layers of black retreat, and Trish feels compelled to make them stay. So she crosses around her desk to the small end table against the wall and opens it, lifting a decanter along with a manicured brow.

     the front door’s left unlocked, because mimmi’s not too fond of fiddling for keys at eight in the morning and she doesn’t expect anyone to disturb a lisbeth salander snug in her bed. bagels and coffee are fetched from the shop a couple of doors down and brought back to the apartment. mimmi doesn’t know much about the girl at all, nonetheless her breakfast choice, but if worse comes to worst and lisbeth’s got some gluten allergy she figures she can compensate with some runny eggs.

    mimmi pushes open the door with elbow and shoulder rather clumsily and finds lisbeth at her table staring with a distant expression. 

Munday Interactions / @hamndgirig

💞 Do our muses have the potential to become romantic interests?you ask interesting questions. we’ve talked before (back on my blom blog) about our views and feelings on the lisbeth x blom ship. i see them and love them as friends for many reasons - the biggest one being that blom values friendship a lot (probably more than a relationship, and given his record on that.. yeah) and he values lisbeth so, so much. he cares about her a lot (more than she probably like? and more than he lets on because he knows her boundaries and respects them. they also don’t need to spell everything out, these two have a chemistry beyond words for me)i’ve never considered writing them as more than friends however i am open to anything that might happen in a thread. my best ships on here have been organic. they weren’t planned at all. 

     ‘ let me guess-- you wanna meet lynette. ’ the weird looking ones always go for lynette. envy doesn’t get it but, like, she’s not jealous or anything. she’s got so many fans personally that it’s actually a little stupid.

i think it’s a good time to bring this back.

there she is.