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thereโs a mere curl playing on the corner of her mouth ; she likes that answer. it takes a moment to respond.
โ i always come back.
โ itโs almost time for me to stop playing hero, though. this is not my mask to continue wearing. โ
matt tilts his head toward her direction, her voice echoed off the steel, and wisped through the air, just like music to him.
" of course not, but i know you can't always be here either. i wanted to make some sort of moment with you before you left. "
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she hates missing matthew, especially these days. it makes her feel weak. time flies in a city that never sleeps.
definitely a date, she just needs a time and place.
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โ matthew, the snow is ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐. no place to set it. โ
elektraโs not worried about getting cold, rather the state of her lovely trench coat. a dry chuckle follows his playfulness.
โ are you buying me a new one when it gets ruined ? โ
" oh .. really? and what's stopping you from simply taking it off? "
matthew tilts his head, a half - joking, half - serious tone. a playful smirk accompanies his face.
" expensive? really? i ๐๐๐ง'๐ญ tell. "
you're right, no mask here. just this incredibly handsome, slightly humbled face. and fine, get used to winning. but just know i'm the best at being a gracious loser.
โ only you could see me as a life preserver. โ
as soon as sheโs invited, elektra pauses, glancing to the untouched snow beside him. sheโs considering it.
โ . . . this coatโs expensive, and the pockets are full of questionable things. โ
daredevil sits up, brushing the snow off his shoulders. the white fluff leaving streaks of water on the suit.
" a towel? no, not at all. more like a life preserver maybe? "
allowing his body to fall back down, his arms extending out.
" come on, join me. "
well, if the modern world is the caveman era, then youโre my first flame. it canโt be understated.
youโll get used to it, Elektra. stay with good company, youโll be okay.