2018 : // 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝑒lıʌǝp 𓍝 𝕯R ⋮ ❛ ȶɦɛʀe 𝙞̲ˢ ˢφ 𝘮̲uch 𝕾tubbφrnⲉss 𝙞̲n 𝑇hⲉ h𝓊𝖒⍶𝖓 ‘ ⲏⲉ⍶R𝑇 ❜ 𓋹𓃠𓋹𓃠𓋹 . #GODDESS&WAITRESS , a shooting star ⅋ false angel

❛ she was like a hurricane , wild and free. but as elegant as a star in the sky. ❜

۪ ݁ 𝙾̲𝑫𝑬𝑇𝑇𝑬 : 𝒮𝒯𝓔ℛN ݁ ۪ ୧ , . . . a duty bound waittress who inspired more chaos than fear: as odette , a name she chose to hide her identity , is no ordinary waitress working in the halls of 𝒃𝖎̲sȶ𝓇͟ᵒ h𝓊𝔡𝔡𝒚. the loving bistro that has too much drama, santa fae chickens, and a certain group of lawyers that frequent the premises.

t𝖍̲ⲉ𝓇͟ⲉ'ˢ ⍶ s𝑇⍶𝓇͟ m̲a𝖓   ✶₊]   ฬ⍶iting 𝖎̲𝖓̲ t͟𝖍̲ⲉ 𝒮𝐊̲𝑦

ˢʷᵃⁿ ˡᵃᵏᵉ　𝖔𝖕.²⁰　//　　ACT IV.. ⁿᵒ.²⁹　( 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚎! )

her true identity is that of a 𝖌𝘰𝒅𝒅ⲉ𝖘𝖘 : one hailing from another planet, tugged far , far, away in the galaxy. the planet is called 𝔩̲𝔩̲𝖎̲u𝔯̲𝖓𝖎̲⍶ : called paradise on the 𝔩̲𝔩̲𝖎̲u𝔯̲𝖓𝖎̲⍶n tongue. it is small, but the population is larger than anticipated. immortal and mortal walk alongside another. 𝔩̲𝔩̲𝖎̲u𝔯̲𝖓𝖎̲⍶n people reside in the underground, living in temples crafting by their own hands. it is a planet shrouded in fog which carry countless of stars, illuminating the otherwise dark planet : as no sun is able to shine through the tunnels that lead to the underground cities. it is notoriously known to be a planet that is shrouded in secrecy, and it is best intended to keep it that way. the 𝔩̲𝔩̲𝖎̲u𝔯̲𝖓𝖎̲⍶n's fought hard to be hidden from the prying eyes of others, but whatever for?

𝔩̲𝖎̲𝔯̲𝖎̲ȶ𝖍̲, otherwise known as 𝖔𝒅𝓮tt𝓮, or the ⲉvⲉ𝖓st⍶𝔯̲ of 𝔩̲𝔩̲𝖎̲u𝔯̲𝖓𝖎̲⍶, is a goddess of peace and known trickster sp𝖎̲r𝖎̲t . 𝔩̲𝖎̲𝔯̲𝖎̲ȶ𝖍̲ is also an oracular 𝖌𝘰𝒅𝒅ⲉ𝖘𝖘 , meaning that she is tied to fate and destiny — prophetic dreams haunt her in her nights sleep. they call her the oracle as well, providing prophecies to those who ask. kings, queens, merchants, or anyone who dared venture into her temple had been met with nothing more than a warm welcome. her presence was calm and serene, utmost peaceful. 𝔩̲𝖎̲𝔯̲𝖎̲ȶ𝖍̲ had been regarded as a 𝖌𝘰𝒅𝒅ⲉ𝖘𝖘 of stars and astrology as well — she had been the sole reason as to why stars shine as brightly as they did. but due to her disappearance a light in the ever-lasting-fog had begun to grow dim. the ancient greeks would’ve confused her with the 𝔩̲⍶dy ⍶sȶ𝑒𝔯̲𝖎̲⍶ , someone 𝔩̲𝖎̲𝔯̲𝖎̲ȶ𝖍̲ views as a friend...she is best described as a runaway de𝖎̲ty, who thrives off of the attention of being worshipped, but is in desperate need of a break.

she journeyed far and wide, in searchings of peace and calm, and 𝔩̲𝖎̲r𝖎̲ȶ𝖍̲ had found what she desperately wanted.

the ⍶və͟𝖓g𝑒𝓇͟s , as well as the gu⍶𝔯̲𝔡𝖎̲⍶𝖓s of the g⍶l⍶x𝒚, are looking for her — though she is no threat : just a trickster goddess let loose in new york! but alas no one expect 𝖒⍶tt 𝖒u𝔯̲𝔡𝖔ck, the devil of hell’s kitchen and the vigilante known as “𝒹𝒶𝓇𝑒lıʌǝp” , has a slight sense of her identity. though he mistakenly mistook her for an angel. ever since he found out that was not the case, he referred to her as a 𝑓⍶l𝔰ⲉ 𝒶𝖓gə͟l. 𝖔𝒅𝓮tt𝓮 had simply laughed and dismissed him. that sums up their relationship — though they are reluctant allies.

⅋̳. 　𝒎𝒚　　NA · ME —  ᶦˢ`𝗔⠀ ᴷᴵᴸᴸᴵᴺᴳ⠀ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃.

: 𝟿 𝐋𝐈(𝒗)𝐄𝐒 \　　 ᴰ̲ᴿ̲ : set place in the city of NEW YORK. featuring the characters introduced in the show 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝑒lıʌǝp , as well as the ⍶və͟𝖓g𝑒𝓇͟s , and other 𝒎𝘢r𝒗𝘦l characters.

❛ floating under water , ever changing picture, hours out from land , in tunes with all our dreams ❜

۪ ݁ 𝙾̲𝑫𝑬𝑇𝑇𝑬 & MATT ݁ ۪ ୧ , . . .two fiends that reluctantly act as allies. once having been friends for a brief period, matt broke off their friendship after feeling betrayed by odette. as she was not quite the woman she made him believe her to be. though his fondness for her will be the cause for his eventual downfall, he cannot help but still care for her, despite her lying to him about her identity.

dφ𝖓't h⍶t𝔢 t𝙝𝖊 g𝙞𝙧l   ✶₊]   j𝘶st h⍶te t𝙝𝖊 Շ𝖗i𝖒𝔢

/ /.⠀ 𝑶𝑵 ᴬ͙   𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩:  𝒎𝘰s𝑇 𝑓𝘰𝘶𝔩̲.

the 𝑓⍶l𝔰ⲉ 𝒶𝖓gə͟l , is the 𝒃ane of matt murdock's existence. he deemed odette to be deciteful, if only he knew she was a trickster deity. nothing but humiliation and shame coursed through his veins when he was reminded of the instance. and all she felt was a slight amount of pity, as well as amusement, for matt murdock.

he had wholeheartedly believed that an angel had descended from the heavens to guide him into gods path — after dealing with the problem that was frank castle and his unwillingness to cooperate. he had been angry at everyone, but above all at himself. he felt a twinge of failure, unable to help castle turn to the light. to turn good.

the vigilante had taken his frustrations out on those deserving of his penitence.

and it was one of those nights where he happened to hear the distressed screams of a woman. and it was then he acted on his instincts: to help. he rushed, ran, hurried, to save the woman in danger. there was urgency in the way he ran, as he knew women were unsafe during late hours like these. he wished to help, all he wished was to help

though when daredevil arrived all he could sense was a limp body and a person standing next to the body laying on the floor. it confused him. because for a matter of fact the woman standing did not seem to have much muscle on her, and was presumably of short stature. yet she had saved herself: which filled matt with satisfaction. he could feel her gaze, warm yet hard, on him. for reasons he did not know, it unsettled him — her stare felt questioning, now that he thought about it. as if she'd been judging him, daredevil, to help her. it also unsettled him how much comfort it brought him that the woman had been able to fend for herself.

"are you alright?" he had asked, worry overtaken him. for once he ignored his intuition, for something about her seemed...wrong. matt couldn't quite put his fingers on it. he could smell blood, but matt wasn't sure if it was hers or that of the attacker.

"i am, thank you stranger. i suppose you are the masked vigilante that they refer to as 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝑒lıʌǝp?" she had replied. her voice was warm, featherly light, and cheerful despite almost having been assaulted. there was a slight accent to her voice, pleasant now that he thought about it. but the way she spoke was. . .regal, old. he guessed her to be in her twenties by the sound of her voice, so he thought it odd she spoke so. . .strangely. "i have heard much about you and your deeds for this city. how marvelous that someone like you ought to help those in need! but i am well capable of protecting myself."

matt heard, sensed, that she moved closer to him. the faint sound of her footsteps echoing off the cobblestone beneath them.

"i admire your bravery, stranger. i haven't met many men like you. so brave. why, i must still thank you for the attempt of being my knight in shining armor. i suppose i'll see you around, yes?" by the sound of her voice, she had been smiling at him. calling him a hero. he had been one, but there was slight guilt consuming him for reasons inexplicable to him. "though i have a feeling we will meet another soon again. i am called odette, you'll be in need of the name when we happen to stumble into another once more."

odette, like the swan princess in tchaikovsky's ballet play. beautiful name, for a woman with such a beautiful soul.

"i...thank you?" matt did not quite know what to say. he chuckled, then she snickered as well.

it warmed him slightly knowing she found amusement in this situation as well.

matt felt her walk closer to him. he did not take a step back. being too transfixed on this strange lady and her weird way of talking. and when she pressed her hand against his cheek, wiping away the blood he forgot to rub off, he felt his heart stop.

"were you injured, stranger?" odette had asked, sadness and concern lacing her voice.

her goodness surprised him. that she cared, also surprised him. so far the only people that cared for his well being were froggy, claire, and karen as well.

"yes, but it's n...nothing to worry about." did he just stutter?

she chuckled. clicking her tongue and shaking her head.

"lies. i can smell the blood on you. it’s fresh. by the smell of it." she chuckled. "I know a friend of a friend who'd do a fine job at patching you up, mr. daredevil. but alas. no fighting for this night anymore, you'll tear even more tissue and neither of us want the wound to get infected."

the air shifted slightly as she removed her hand. pressumably pointing to where his other wounds were. not that he was aware of them, he was, but he could not see them. telling her that he was blind would give away a big part of his identity, so he refrained on mentioning it.

what a thoughtful offer though.

"i am fine. i do have a friend who can patch me up." claire would not be pleased to see matt show up at her doorstep again. "but it is very sweet of you to ask your friend's friend."

a hum escaped her lips acknowledging his words, but it seemed like she did not quite believe him. matt wished to see her face and her expression. . .for her tone rendered him clueless, and the way she carried herself was unlike anyone he had met. he wanted to get a better grasp on her.

"i don't believe you, mr. daredevil!" odette gave no further explanation and simply grabbed his wrist and dragged him behind her. matt tried getting her to loose her grip on him, but she was surprisingly strong. she stepped over the unconscious guy, who in return let out a grunt, and she then said: "next week again, sweetheart?" the sarcasm was obvious.

matt was left to wonder silently. he did not want to fill out the silence that hovered above them, it felt pleasant. and odette did not seem in the mood to talk. she seemed deep in thought, as she guided him through new york city's streets. he wondered if her lips would be pursed if she was thoughtful. if she cared that she would be seen walking with daredevil, dragging him by the wrist?

surely.

"why are you doing this?" matt found himself asking before he could stop himself.

"because i am kind. i hate seeing people injured. and the smell of blood is obnoxious. the smell would cling on you for days." there was the blood thing again, he did not know what it meant. but before he could ask she answered: "i have a good nose."

"a hero like you should take better care of his body, you know. one day you'll wear a chicago overcoat and no one shall see you ever again." odette replied. a slight tinge of anger laced in her voice.

"chicago overcoat?"

"coffin! my apologies, i read a lot of books from the thirties." she explained. anger had been replaced with joy. but matt sensed it somewhat to be a lie, he did not press. "i watch noir films with my cats. they're very enjoyable! i forced a friend, who is a film geek by the way, to lend me his movies."

and then odette filled the silence with her blabber. he discovered the slang she used was a mixture between decades, matt found himself surprised when odette suddenly used "bodacious" and overuse of "excellent" only pinpointed that she had watched "bill and ted's excellent adventure" one too many times. which he had been right about after he questioned her — the two talked about the movie for a good fifteen minutes before she switched the topic once more. he found it easy to talk to her — something about her radiated gentleness and sereness. matt felt drawn to her like a moth to a flame. they talked from her love to noir movies, to her love for bad movies, to cats, to her dislike of coffee (which turned into a slight argument), and her pure, unadulterated, love for drawing. she offered to draw his daredevil persona, which flattered him.

when she pause, he heard the familiar clatter of keys. had she lead him to her home?

"careful, my dogs love strangers like you."

whatever that meant.

odette pulled him with her inside and closed the door behind her. silence greeted his ears before he heard multiple things rushing down to them. her dogs, presumably. she never let go off his wrist, carefully guiding him around her home. when she pushed him down a chair, he realized how tense he had been. tense, due to the fact he felt people following them. tense, because he worried for her safety more than his. but now he was in the comforts of her home, being taken care of her. . .and being greeted by four large dogs sniffing him. he had not noticed that her hand slipped from his wrist and that her presence, which had steadied him, was gone. she was still in the same room, but tending to other things.

odette was getting the necessary things to clean his wounds with.

matt sat on the chair, weakly raising an arm to patt one of the dogs head. he noted that they were rather fur-y.

"lady! odile! castile! perseus! stop." then she muttered something on a tongue he had never heard before and the dogs seized their relentless attempt on gaining his attention.

"what dog breed is this? their fur feels silky." matt questioned. wincing as a sharp pain at his side shot through him.

"borzoi. don't move, you'll bleed onto the carpe." then she muttered something about it being expensive and how hard blood was to wash off.

odette stepped closer, maneuvering through her dogs and pulling a chair so she could sit next to him. it scrapped the carpet lightly and her perfume hit him like a slap to the face when she sat stood right next to him. he wondered how he hadn't noticed it earlier.

"can you get out of that...shirt? i'll take my dogs out, so you have privacy." and with that she walked away. giving him the privacy he had needed. it made him smile that she respected his privacy so much. it is as if she knew the struggle of hiding herself. it gave him time to think, as he pulled off the shirt. wincing once more at the pain. at the blood he felt gushing through his body.

matt sensed her lurking, watching him once again, after seven minutes.

"you can come in. it's your house after all." matt said.

"well...you are my guest. it is not everyday a masked vigilante enters my home and needs to be patched up." a weak attempt at humor.

odette knew that the mask would stay on, she made no comment when she walked back into the room. she grabbed something and gently took his hand in hers. she handed him a cup, filled with some liquid he was unfamiliar with.

"drink it. it'll help with the pain."

he trusted her and drank it with one gulp.

then odette moved to sit down on the chair again, leaning closely as she carefully investigated his wound. matt took a sharp breath when her finger came to touch the skin near his wound. the drink, whatever it was, did as she promised. it helped the pain. it helped so well he almost blacked out, if it were not for her beginning to disinfect the wounds.

"hold still. you are squeaming around like a fish." she muttered underneath her breath. a small laugh escaped her. "you are used to the pain though. i've seen others. . .handling it not as well as you."

a compliment laced with honeyed poison.

"yeah well. . .i don't want to embarrass myself in front of a beautiful lady."

another laugh. but he was met with no retort: instead he was meet with her humming a tune.

matt noticed how gentle she was while cleaning his wound. and eventually when she stitched it up. she did not scold him — though he had no doubt she'd scold him if he were to open the wound. she was graceful. very much so. he had to think if he had met a person as graceful as her, the only one who came to mind was elektra. but there was just something different in the way that odette seemingly carried herself.

he did not know what.

neither could he shake the feeling off that she was different. not only her personality, he found her strange in the most pleasant of ways, but just...something he couldn't name.

"now. you need plenty of rest, mr. daredevil. that wound is nasty, but i've seen worse." whatever she meant by that. "i'd recommend taking a few days off. the city won't fall apart if you are not there."

with that she touched his cheek, fingers brushing slightly over the cowl and the cold skin exposed to the even colder air. he felt at peace. utterly so. as if something holy had touched him. it was enlightening. had an angel of the lord come down to bless him?

a man only dared dream.

pleasant dreams only last so long.

she was no angel of the lord.

odette was a deceitful demon, or something along those lines. she had fooled him, irequabbly so. it infuriated him that over the course of a month, he had grown so attachted to this woman. but he dug his own grave, had he not? desperately clinging to an idea of her?

when questioned as to what she truly was, odette gave no answer. it was not his buisness, she had told him. but she liked him well enough to keep him around, despite matt being nothing more than angry with her.

ever since he called her an 𝑓⍶l𝔰ⲉ 𝒶𝖓gə͟l.

her predicament had not gotten better when she began to see ℬ𝔢̲𝖓j𝐚m̲i𝖓 𝗣⌖i𝖓𝒅𝙚x𝑇𝙚𝓇͟ , where matt had only been dismissed when he asked her why exactly it had been him she began to see and not someone who was sane. odette teased him with sounding jealous.

⅋̳. 　\\ 𝕿𝖍𝖊̳ 𝒘𝒐𝒎̲𝒂𝒏 : 　 [𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑] 　ᴄʟᴀᴡꜱ͟,

✶` 𝕯̅𝒓 : sink your t̲e̲e̲t̲h̲ , you’re 𝔦𝔫 ʅσʋҽ for one night. a lyric from the song "lust for vampyr" that odette most commonly associates with benjamin poindexter. for no reason at all. if you'd also ask her for another song she'd associate him with: stalker's tango, hopelessly devoted to you, prom queen & an unhealthy obession. don't ask her why!

۪ ݁ 𝙾̲𝑫𝑬𝑇𝑇𝑬 : BENJAMIN ݁ ۪ ୧ , . . . the foes to matt murdock's existence. the couple,, as odd as either of them respectively was, fit well together and made it a slight challenge to bother matt as much as possible. it was for their own amusement, so he thinks. if it was not him they bothered, it would be wilson fisk. the grudge either hold against him, for trying to claim odette's life, was nothing daredevil, nor any other hero, could stop. but as crazy as both odette and benjamin were, they were very much in love.

❝ weird science. magic and technology. voodoo doll’s and chants. electricity. we’re making weird science ❞

𝒎𝒖ꜱ𝑇 𝒃ⲉ ℒ𝓞𝓥𝓔 𝑶𝑵 𝕿𝖍𝖊̳ ℬ𝓇͟⍶𝖎̲𝖓 ✶₊] 𝕿𝖍⍶t's 𝖌𝖔t ᴹ̲ᴱ̲ 𝑓𝓮𝓮𝔩𝙞̲𝖓𝖌 ᴛʜɪꜱ ฬ⍶𝔂

ᵂᴼᵁ̳ᴸ̳ᴰ   𝔂𝘰𝘶   [ 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒚 ]   ᴹ̲ᴱ̲?̲ /

odette worked at bistro huddy, the place that stole the goddesses heart — and that lead her to have met benjamin poindexter.

the bistro is tugged into some quiet, strangely peaceful for hell's kitchen, corner of new york's rowdiest districts. it was popular due to the staff, the legendary food, but also due to the charming atmosphere. it was perfect.

though some might argue, matt murdock for example, that she did not fit into hells kitchen: being too kind and sweet in the opinions of the residents living there. odette always leans a helping hand if needed, feeds the stray animals living in the streets, and donates food and money to charity. it did not help that odette was quite shy and quite awkward, as if she does not know how to interact with people properly. but despite that she is quite charming, affectionate, and tender. she is known to be kind at all times: which does put her in an opposing disposition in hells kitchen with all the criminals that run around.

odette and bridgette where the quiet ones everyone protected. and coincedentally everyone's favorite waitresses, alongside nicole of course.

and how a socially awkward, stuttering over her own words, mess got a job at bistro huddy might confuse most people. it certainly did confuse new york's crime boss, wilson fisk, when he went to eat at the bistro at the recommendation of wesley.

james wesley may have been a man who was right about many things, but this had been the only time where fisk doubted his former right hand man.

odette had nearly spilled the drink he had ordered on his fine suit — he had stared at her so sternly, she nearly passed out. and on another occasion she had forgotten his order twice, if it were not for nicole she would've completely forgotten. then odette dared lecture him on the food.

he left a hefty tip because he had not been this amused by a waitress in a long time. and he visited the bistro from time to time, frequenting it with wesley, when he had still been alive. because odette had been bad at her job, but in a way that was sweet — she always struck conversations with the guests, talking more instead of serving. and the food was good, all was well. wilson fisk had not been the only one visiting bistro huddy, a certain group of lawyers that wanted nothing more than to see wilson fisk behind bars.

which occurred one day. and the trio went to eat at the bistro before taking off to sallie's.

one thing you should know about odette, she forms attachments. when she found out about the death of wesley, she had been distraught. he was evil, but a gentleman underneath it all. he had been her favorite customer, due to him tolerating her endless blabbering and her questions.

though she was superstitious of wilson fisk, her being all too aware of his evil deeds through her prophetic abilities, she supposed he had his nice qualities. he was easy to anger, yet he never yelled at her for making a mistake. how strange mortal men were.

when wilson fisk had been released from prison, he had only but one request that he voiced aloud to the fbi agents: that'd he'd be brought food from bistro huddy. so fbi agent, ray nadeem, made sure that simple, questionable, wish would come true, sent agent ℬ𝔢̲𝖓j𝐚m̲i𝖓 𝗣⌖i𝖓𝒅𝙚x𝑇𝙚𝓇͟ to retrieve the order fisk had stated.

benjamin, though he tried to argue against that, reluctantly did as he was told. and in heindsight it may have been the best decision he had yet made. while julie, a ghost from the past, being his obsession and north star, haunted his mind with every step he took — he found a new north star.

it all started out innocently.

with odette calmly insulting him for standing in her way. he had not seen her, he had been busy staring at everyone — to make sure there were no potentinal threats — present in the bistro. benjamin leaned against one of the empty table booths while it happened. then his attention snapped to a woman behind him, coughing, and staring him down. a waitress judging by what she wore. her blue eyes skimmed over him, and the slight quip of her lips evident. she seemed displeased.

she was small. brown hair elegantly curled to frame her face. yet her eyes, a cold blue, glared into his soul. if dex would've been able to read her eyes, he would've seen the glimpse of recognition that shot through them, but he did not see that. he only let out a startled sound and moved out of her way. he only saw her take in a deep breath before smiling at him.

"if you'd mind, could you move out of the way? today is a very busy day, and i've already spilled a drink. . ." she sighed. she took another look at him, squinting when she noticed the suit jacket. she licked her lips and tilted her head slightly. "takeaway or are you eating here?"

though before benjamin could reply someone else replied for him:

"takeaway!" amber, was her name amber, shouted from behind him. "for the guy who wore those fancy suits! the one that got imprisoned, you remember?"

"oh? oh! oh my, really?" suddenly she sounded excited.

but why would she sound excited over the fact he was getting food for a convicted criminal? he wondered.

she winked at him and then pushed past him to head into the direction of the kitchen. his gaze followed her for a reason he did not quite know. something about her was odd — though in the sense she was charming. dex replayed the moment in his head. again and again until she came back with the food that wilson fisk had ordered. he smiled at her when he accepted the plastic bag, noting that a sticky note reading: "from odette, much love," was stuck against the box containing the food.

so that was her name. . .

"do greet him from me. i packed something for you in there as well, for your way back."

"that is awfully kind of you, odette. I’m dex." he reached out his hand for her to shake, she gracefully accepted and shook hands with him. her hands were surprisingly warm.

“it’s nice to meet you, dex.” she simply smiled and turned around, walking to a table of customers she seemed familiar with.

and that interaction started benjamin poindexter's obsession with her. and that interaction started odette stern's obsession with him. a match made in hell, matt murdock would say.

i don’t understand shit and i’ve been TRYING the entire day, fuck this shit i just wanna be in my better cr