#purebluds

         𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓’𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒,   the feeling bordering on unfamiliar now.  the soft touch of skin against her cheek, the warmth of it similar to the warmth that has always radiated from inside of her ribcage.   usually,  the others hand would be swatted away && a glance given akin to a glare . . . but for some reason enya doesn’t recoil.   initial reaction had her tensing,  has her flinching away only slightly before becoming more comfortable with the gesture.     (    how can one live so long in the   𝓪𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮   of affection, of genuine affection, && not crumble into loneliness?   she won’t admit it,  but she has on several occasions.   the love of humans was so fickle in enya’s mind . . it wouldn’t last just like they wouldn’t,  so they put herself through something like that?  )      ;       ❝   it’s been such a long time since someone has . .  ❞   they begin, but cut off toward the end.   eyes peel open,  purple irsis so unusual,  to focus on the visage of the other.   brows furrow for a moment,  train of thought making features   𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃𝙴𝙽   only slightly.   ❝  why?  ❞   asked quietly,   ❝  why do you show me such kindness?  mortals, in my experience, rarely show such genuine affection.  ❞    that begs the question:  is it genuine? 

         𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.      to stay or to go?   to do what he feels is right or leave her alone like he suspects she wants?    it’s something he toys around with especially after the other speaks . . . not wanting to intrude on her space, but wanting lyra to know he’s 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴    if she needs him.   peter bites down on his bottom lip before he takes a breath in speak:    ❝  i. . . i know you said you might not want someone or-or didn’t ask !   but,  ❞   he pauses, taking a hesitant step forward with hand placed on the back of his neck.    ❝  i’m here if you need someone to talk to or if you just don’t wanna talk at all. ❞     ;      teen takes a seat across from her silently with arms crossed over chest,   ❝  i can just . . sit here for a while.  talk or not talk, doesn’t matter. ❞    eyes glance down at the watch on his wrist,  bag still settled against the side of leg.    he has some   𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮   to kill before meeting mj && ned for a study session at ned’s house─he can spare some time for lyra && if it happens to run over then he’ll explain for his lateness.   (   though when is he not at least a little late?   being spider-man meant he could web sling himself around, sure, but he didn’t do it all the time.  making webs takes time,  it’s better not to waste them.   so he walks, he takes the subway, he takes a cab if he has the money for it.    peter parker is always at least five minutes behind.   )       ❝  you just seemed like you needed someone. ❞   he shrugs,   ❝  i know that feeling. ❞

        𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.  𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄  written on her lips.   as compliment, or so she took it as, leaves the others lips natasha downcast her eyes.   sometimes it was hard to take compliments. . . not that she hadn’t appreciated them,  but they’re harder to hear with the perspective she has on where she’s been && how she became, hopefully, someone worthy of the compliment.    head nods silently to herself as if trying to allow herself to appreciate words before head rises.   eyes focus on the other,  the genuine meaning they seem to have over what was said.     ❝  wasn’t always like that.   sometimes, even now, i’m not always brave.  ❞   && that’s the truth─skill set aside, ability to fight aside,  natasha has been scared   𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈   of times.      ;      she was scared during the fight against thanos, scared during the five years in the aftermath of it.   she isn’t a superhero because of what she can do,  but she’s a hero because of what she chooses to do with what was given to her !     ❝  people might see me,  see the avengers, as these . . . untouchable, fantastical heros.   in some ways we are,  but we’re just as   𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷   as anyone else. ❞    nat manages a half smile,  shoulders shrugging a little.  ❝ most of us anyways. ❞   slight chuckle follows.    ❝  it took me a while to get to being brave, truly brave. ❞

          𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓  in a puff of warm smoke.   the snow around them gathers on the ground, coating the surprisingly green leaves of trees, && even on their coats.  the cold, biting but refreshing all the same,  turns astoria’s cheeks && tip of nose a bright pink color.   eyes settle on the other for a moment mulling over the words spoken, the slightly upset tone they took before locks of dark, long hair shake away some of that snow with movement.     ❝  you haven’t scared me away, lyra. ❞   words leave lips with an air of   𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙   behind them,  astoria haven softened her features from lyra’s initial statement && manages a dimpled smile.     ❝  you never will, no matter what.  want to know why? “  brow arches, gaze ever intent on focusing on her eyes or her expression shifts.      ;      ❝  because you’re one of my favorite people.   because i don’t want to imagine my life without one of my best friends in it.  ❞    such a   𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶   statement that astoria would remind the other of anytime it’s needed or not needed.   the connections astoria has in her life, limited as it is,  are the ones that really matter !    they mean so much to her,  cherished && held onto.     ❝  i accept with with your flaws, with everything that makes you great.   i accept all of it && because of that,  because of how much you mean to me,  i’m not going anywhere.   sorry to disappoint if you thought anything else. ❞   smile turns toothy, a chuckle leaving lips. 

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