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blackmail material first, death later

TO     LONG     FOR     FLORA     TO     SEEP     THROUGH     THE     MAW         ,              to     have     vines    snaking     around     his     crumbling     bones  .                     he     longs     to      𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡       ,               to     own     a     section     of     him            /              𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞  .                     ah  .                     yet     his     body   ;                 a    cage             /              a     home     abandoned     to     haunt  .                     so     spills     ;                        ❛                 WE'RE̴ ̷ ͘ ̛N̶O͟T ̴ ͘ FRIENDS̀  .                  ❜               hoarse     drip      scraping     ‘gainst     tonsils  .                     𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧     bounces     from     buds       ,               descending     from     lower     tier     in     a     whole     lament     of     annoyance  .                   ❛                with     your     latest     moves       ,               i     doubt     we’re     even     colleagues  .          ❜    

❝  I could help you hack stark industries.    not that you’d need it       my help,   but I would find it  ...   ❞     she tilts her head,   letting a second pass as if searching for the right word.     ❝  enjoyable.  ❞     fun is another word,   but if she wanted fun she could do it on her own         she imagines,   given the amount of times she already has,   stark probably expects it of her.    the truth is:   she expects she’ll enjoy the human’s company.    it’s not often she goes looking for friends,   but when interests align,   who is the machine to decline?

you  do  wonder ,    wine poured into a glass later offered ,    a lounge existing outside of the purview of any government & ,    more importantly ,    beyond the scope of even their employers    —— -    how  can  they  afford  friends ?     it’s a question often pondered in moments of respite ,    where she can exist as what little remains of her true self ,    not one cover of many that have erased everything she used to be .     is  she   ada  wong   now  ?     is ada wong the one who rests on the opposite couch once they both have a drink in their hands ?     or is she someone else in that very moment ,    something  NEW  or something  OLDER ,    often lost among everything else she has been ?

she  doesn’t  know  the  answer    /    what she does know ,    however ,    is that she needs  a  drink .