⠀ ⠀ The 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 is your 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏*
⠀ And ( 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 ) is what makes you
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˗`ˏ 𝑼 𝑵 𝑰 𝑸 𝑼 𝑬 ˎˊ˗
𐩐・┆𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐀
⠀ ⠀𖠄 ༐ ┄┄─ 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 Mirelle
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“but we followed it . . . 𝐈 ( follow ) it . “
𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 she believes , that she can’t possibly be anything else . though maybe the chains of her mind are 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 than that of the Red Room .
“ you’ve changed though, 𝘻𝘪𝘮𝘯𝘪𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘢𝘵, I can tell . “
she’s speechless . out of all the things she was trained for ; the countless circumstances to be encountered , 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 was never on the list .
“ you confuse me . . . “
at this point she didn’t even have a name for him . it seemed he was no longer the ‘ soldier ‘ .
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❛ 𝐼 will surely use it
for my 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄.
𝒂n independent portrayal of 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒆 from marvel’s ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴅᴏᴡ, ₂₀₁₆. 𝒉eavily au. ╱ a ﹟ʙʟᴏᴏᴅsᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ story.
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she ponders for a moment ,
𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 ?
why would she allow anyone , ( 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒎 ) , to look through the window of her thoughts ?
“ 𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒎 𝑰 . “
she pauses . it seems they’re both with inner conflict .
“ thank you . . “
he 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨.
she doesn’t have to do a lot of things ,
only she 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 to do them , and in turn faces the consequences of her actions , be it good or bad . and so she raises the question ;
——— 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 ?
( 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ? ) just slightly , but security mostly .
he’s given her a place to land .
“ why would you ever want that ? “
At this point she’s embarrassed ; the weakness cannot show.
her posture has changed , her tone . . 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏.
𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨 she isn’t his 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 contact ,
𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨 anybody else in the world would be better suited for the job , but . . .
she’s felt that way before , and hidden within the slightest care she wonders :
——— 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 * ?
a feeling she hasn’t felt in an eternity had manifested itself inside her unconscious state —
the only time it 𝙘𝙖𝙣 appear :
when she can’t push it away .
𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗 . . .
Delicate fingers clasp those of a broader state,
“ You 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 have to be here . “
𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 — with the 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 .
she awoke in a cold sweat , wet eyes ,
the feeling of failure seeping in once more.
as if 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 will find her and kill her again . not just her mind , but all of her .
𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 . . .
@wovenvdova Perfect for smashing over a crimson draped head.
Again , two sets of blue hues interlocked as Yelena leaned forward .
“ 𝑴𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏, “ she spoke aggressively , “Why are you here? What do you know? And how much will I have to do to get (12/13)