#neverherself

Everything had been fluid in a dreamlike haze, as if the world had gone quiet beyond spaces where Elektra found herself, where people did not inhabit -- but just at the brush of her fingertips, she could have reached out and grasped the willowy hair of a passing by girl.  Light broke through shadows, but eyes peeked from the darkness, and piqued the assassin's interest.  It had not been a fair fight -- with Elektra outnumbered, in a position she was all too accustomed too -- but it had been a good one.

The teeth of her sais bit into flesh, through fabric and in the unarmored cracks in flawed costuming.  They had been scouting red -- unlike the red of blood, and unlike the red that dressed her body, but -- the red of hair familiar distinctly tied to reasons Elektra should have let the hands belonging to those eyes take, but she couldn't.  The most recent of her endeavors, however months passed since in her attempt to mop up a mess she made without much avail, had been thwarted, but led her to back alleys, and left her with wounds normal people would not have been able to withstand.

They were not normal people.  They were resurrected and enhanced and cold.

She groaned, vision blurry from her position half-hidden against the alley wall.  The ground was slick and wet with blood -- was it hers?  Was it someone else's? -- and other things, but she was alone until the footsteps approached, allowing Elektra to just barely make out that familiar red in her barely conscious state.

To show her weakness in front of Natasha...

Like a marionette, she hung over the other woman's shoulder, hoisted like the weightlessness of a child, and seething from what the shift did to her open wounds.  Natasha was not stupid, she knew how to handle these situations, but Elektra's mind was a thick mist, unable to send her body instructions to tense or stand; feign being fine, she was better on her own.

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

[ txt | Nat ] bad timing.10 guys with guns. call u later.

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ txt | Nat ] we shoulder go to Paris age n.

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[ txt | Nat ] no I’m not sleeping. It’s only 4:30 in the morning.

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

[ txt | Nat ] Go ask one of your other boyfriends to help you. I’ve got my own shit to do.

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

[ txt | Nat ] Have you ever given your cat catnip?

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.