#odlie

❝  why would i want that?  ❞  voice exasperated, face twisted in disgust because afternoon morning sickness was way worse than morning morning sickness, and she was all spent off reassuring words.  ❝  it is done, amy. the war is done, it’s over. if you wanna be here, be here, and if you don’t — if you don’t, there’s no deal we can cut that’s gonna fix that now, is it?  ❞  shoulders drop and she’s looking at her like someone who just wants a direct answer, but it isn’t for herself; there’s nothing she can gain or loss here,   ❝  what do you want? have you stopped to really think about that?  ❞

“ oh !  “  it’s  a  mocking  tone.  the  gun  posing  no  immediate  threat  to  selina.   (  maybe  it  was  her  over-estimating  her  skills  and  nine  lives  )   hand  goes  to  the  inside  of  amys  wrist ,  slightly  pushing  the  gun  away  from  her ---- grip  tightening  as  she  speaks, nails digging into the other womans skin hard.  “ tsk  tsk  tsk ,  i  thought  you  were  smarter  than  this  !  “  selina  offers  nothing  but  a  feral  and  viscious  smile.  a  warning  of  what’s  to  come.  “  but  we  all  have  to  learn  one  way  or  another  don’t  we  ? “ 

it shouldn’t surprise selina to see amy again.  in  all  of  her  lowest  moments  that  family  seemed  to  always  make  an  appearance  one  way  or  another.  the  constant  reminder  of  what  will  never be.  her  parents  torn  apart  and  desolate.  all  because  of  the  𝔒𝔡𝔦𝔩𝔢  name. every time  selina  closed  her  eyes  she  saw  the  face  of  her  sobbing  mother.  eyes  red  with  a  new  found  emptiness  that  would  remain  until  the  end  of  her  life.  she  would  forever  see  the  body  of  her  father  stone  cold  on  their  linolem  floor.  selina  intimately  knew  the  meaning  behind  that  family  name.   standing  tall  now  ,  selina  would  not  let  amy  hold  anything  over  her.  she  would  not  let  them  ruin  another  piece  of  her  life.  crimson  lips  smiling  , selina  made  her  way  over  to  the  other  woman.   “  to  think  i  would  never  see  you  again.  you  and  fate  seem  to  have  a  funny  relationship . “ 

Olga Smirnova performing Odile's fouettes