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@sentineloftheunderworld​ left a message:  

~You asked what I was doing. Shall I inquire about what you are doing? ~

“Uhuh,” Natasha wagged her finger, “I asked you first.”

"A reminder for you...that even you can be restored after brokenness."

Valentine's Day Asks | Accepting

Natasha smiled, it was that soft and genuine one that was so rarely seen, "we talked about Kintsugi once. Well, she wanted a story and so I told her about it," and typical Marlene, she asked questions the entire time, "she asked if it worked on people too and I told her..."

"People can't be put back together like a broken dish."

Marlene frowned hard, "but can't people be fixed when they break?"

"Sometimes, but it can't be done with powder and precious metal," Natasha explained, "you do it by being their friend, listening to them, helping them, and not letting them feel alone."

"And hugs? Hugs always make me feel better!" Marlene leaned forward, "is that why your hair is going white? Is it Kins... Kinsu..."

Natasha slowly pronounced the word for the little girl.

"Kintsugi," Marlene repeated it several more times before looking at Natasha expectantly.

"Well..."

How do you tell a little kid you're dying? Especially when you were one of that kid's favorite people and they had seen so much loss and tragedy already in their life.

"I know Vincent does. I saw it. It's on his chest... I don't want you to be broken Tasha."

"How can I be broken when I have you to make me smile, hm?" Natasha did just that, and it was very genuine in its nature, "it's time to go to sleep now, alright, I don't want to get in trouble with your Dad for keeping you up passed your bedtime." She pressed a quick kiss to the top of Marlene's head then made sure she was good and tucked in as she laid back down on her bed.

"Night, Tasha."

"Good night, little one."

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@sentineloftheunderworld​ left a message: Oh, she was absolutely the wrong person to get that mess up because now she wasn't going to let him live this down. He was gonna die from embarrassment. For real this time.

[Text to: Natasha *keeper of dust bunnies*] My face is not red.

[Text to: Natasha *keeper of dust bunnies*]

[Text to: Natasha *keeper of dust bunnies*] I don't send those and I can't make promises about the phone.

Vincent flushed red again because all three of those texts were lies.

[text: Grumpy Old Man] U sure bout that??? I see some red on those cheeks. XD

Really she could do worse than this. So much worse. He was lucky honestly that she was holding back a little and really if only to spare his phone some terrible fate and to spare him the pink back up phone that Marlene had waiting and the fact there was a betting pool as to how long it would be before he ended up with it.

[text: Grumpy Old Man] Suuuuuuure u dont.

Your muse walks in on mine in the bathtub. My muse is covered in wounds. Send me "Bandages" for my muses reaction to yours pulling them out of the tub and beginning to bandage their wounds.

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@sentineloftheunderworld​ left a message:  Bandages *Turk Vincent*

Like a wounded, wild beast, Natasha had hidden the extent of her injuries from Corneo’s men who had held her captive. She had healed some of them as it was, thanks to the Mako running through her veins, but the wound in her lower abdomen kept going about it slowly. She had made her return and instead of going to medical as she had been instructed to do by Veld, she went to her apartment instead, drawn a bath and got out of her dirty clothes. The water was hot, almost scalding, but even then and with scrubbing hard, Natasha could not feel clean. She had been down in the sewers for how many days she didn’t know and that was all she could smell, even as the scents of lavender floating strongly through the bathroom…

The next thing she knew, a pair of strong hands were gripping her arms and hauling her ass up out of the water. Instantly she went into defensive mode, until it became clear who it was.

Vincent.

While not an overly modest individual, Natasha still found herself crossing her arms over her body even as she knew Vincent had no interest like that and never would. Still, perhaps it was ingrained in the human mind to cover one’s self in such situations out of habit.

She knows better than to say anything, she knows she’s in trouble for not doing as she was told. But she hates the fuss and worse, what if due her situation they sent her to the damn science division? Then what? No. Last thing she wanted was Hojo leering at her, making comments while Hollander saw to her care, which she really didn’t want to deal with that either.

She keeps her head turned, damp red curls obscuring her face while she let’s her mentor see to the stab wound inflicted upon her and somehow manages to find her voice, somewhat.

“It will heal…”

SENTENCE STARTERS FROM ’ BARBARIAN ALIEN ’ BY RUBY DIXON | Accepting

@sentineloftheunderworld​ left a message:  (Turk Vincent) "Sit back, kids, because you are about to hear the shittiest campfire tale ever."

When something along those lines came out of the mouth of Vincent Valentine it meant one of two things, either he was about to conduct a thinly veiled lecture or imparting wisdom, well his brand of it. Natasha as loyal as she was to her trainer was not foolish enough to take everything he said at absolute value and truth. She knew Vincent could bullshit, she’d seen him do it, heard it, though she could not think of a time when he had directly bullshitted her and if he had, well he was just that damn good.

The metaphorical nature of the statement does have the redhead leaning towards bullshitting more than anything else, but she’s never sure. She’s become very adept at reading people, rooms and situations. But the Second of the Turks no matter how hard she tries remains shrouded in mystery. Those red eyes say nothing, his features are always well composed. It’s unnerving and also inspiring. Natasha hopes she’s at least half as good as he is one day.

“Uh… sir,” another fledgling Turk chimed in from somewhere in the room, “we’re not camping…”

“It’s a metaphor, dumbass.”

                                           I know things change                                       Your world has slipped away                                           I know things change                                       But you're living like a soldier                                          Who's caught in the fray

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“I..er…”

Dammit.

If this was years ago, when she was still training without missing a beat she would have said smash, but now? She was a little bit wiser or so she liked to believe. And she knew no matter what she said, Vincent if he got wind of it would give her a bad time for it.

“Actually, you know what? I plead the fifth.”