#idlesoldier

@idlesoldier asked: one foot in front of the other, you know how it’s done.

HOW EASILY DOES HER DELIGHT BECOME HER,     as simply as the sun follows its course from horizon to horizon,   when in his gentle presence.   THIS IS MERE MUSCLE MEMORY,   limbs following rhythms following rhymes    ----    one foot in front of the other,    &  his next to hers.   natasha moves with as much gracefulness as is expected of her,    &  with the brutality to match.   IT WAS SO LONG AGO,   when he taught her these very steps,    &  look now how she has made it her own.

❝   it’s been a while since you’ve told me what to do.   ❞    her footfall finds rest,   back turned yet gaze shot endearingly over her shoulder.   some things never change.    she smiles,    & winks.    ❝   DON’T GET TOO COMFORTABLE.    ❞

WHISPERED WINDS   blow through the halls & alleyways of their secrecy,    spoken in a language known only to them,   in tones only they know.   FOOTSTEPS TOUCH LIGHTER THAN SNOW,   & the swing of the door is as quiet as every breath shared between them.     ❝   were you seen ?    ❞

     ”next time we get beat up let’s pretend it’s something cooler.“ sometimes a guy just gets tired of saying it was aim agents. but hey, at least they came out on top at the end. they usually do. most of the time. “i’m taking votes on what’s cooler. aliens, a real sick dinosaur--” 

     clint runs a hand through his hair, shrugs. 

❝  don’t be.  ❞   she says this with a reassurance that pays no heed to the shadows underneath her eyes,   nor to the tired grain of her voice,    nor the mess of curls that so lovingly frame her face.    she says this,   & it is meant to be an offering.    she says this,    & she opens the door further to let him in   —   damn the time.

❝    is everything alright ?   ❞    she asks,    but part of her already knows the answer.    of course she does  –  if he’d asked the same of her,   she would’ve responded in kind.    THERE’S ONLY SO MUCH A HEART CAN TAKE,    only so much it can be stretched & pulled this way & that before it demands what it so desperately wants.    [ SHE MISSED HIM.  HE MISSED HER.  IS IT A CRIME TO ADMIT IT? ]

she doesn’t wait for an answer,   before she approaches him,    hand lifting to rest at his shoulder & trailing down his arm.    her eyes follow the movement before they drift back to meet his   —   a gaze she has drowned in a thousand & one times,   & will not tire if she were to drown a thousand & one more.    quietly,    she closes the space between them,    both hands moving to cup his face & bring him down,    meeting his lips with hers.    IN THE NIGHT SILENCE,    they breathe,    & in their shared quiet,    she breaks it with words.    ❝    stay with me tonight.    ❞

“> spends over an hour maing a promo graphic > sees someone elses promo...”

you should see one of my promos, it’s just photos with no text

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