if you need to , darling , lean your weight onto me . || @kenosky
matt squares his shoulders, holds the tips of his tongue between his teeth. if there was anyone in this world that could handle it, it was elektra. she was the only one he'd ever met to hold a mirror to his loneliness, to challenge the weight he inflicted upon himself in the name of goodness.
both of them were something like a soldier, less than a person... but they didn't have to be either of those things when faced with one another. he could just be matthew & she could just be elektra. they shouldered many of the same battles, leashed the same internal demons & yet… elektra had a weight all her own. it was not her responsibility to carry his as well.
" i wont ask that of you, " he tries to present it casually, but there is a tension beneath his words. he wants to. the offer draws a certain vulnerability from matt. the sentiment cuts into him & he cannot help but reach for her. his thumb is feather-light on her cheekbone, he thinks there there may be blood under her fingernails. his ribs ache & for once it is not the steady throb of violence that makes him feel alive, " but everything is a little less heavy with you around. "
