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thecapitol2014-07-03 12:40 am
assassinat) wrote in thecapitol2014-07-03 12:40 am
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you say you want a revelation; (CLOSED)
Who| Natasha and Matt Murdock.
What| Sorry for dying on you, best buds for life still??
Where| District 8 floor.
When| Week 4, after Matt kicks the bucket in the Arena. AKA hella backdated sorry.
Warnings/Notes| Matt Murdock.
[ Futile gestures were beneath her, but even in the throes of desperation she found herself making them. Mistakes she'll have to live with, but when it came to Matt Murdock there were a number of imperfections they've managed to work through so far. What's a few more? Still, she should have known better to make promises she's not sure she could have kept (but here she was), especially promises that were drenched with romantic intent. It must have been the poison that tainted her mind, but since when was she so feeble in thought that she fell for the enticing words of falsehoods?
Much less spoke them herself?
While disappointment fills her mind in the days she's alive back in the Capitol, she doesn't linger on it for long. Distractions during the day were all too easy to come by with the Arena on air and social engagements in-between. Flitting between one thing to the next, Natasha hardly fell out of line of her role save for the end of the day when she returns to Matt's room instead of her own.
In all honesty, she thought he would show up the next day. Not out of hope, but knowing just how much he breaks down after losing someone like that. Now that it's been a few days, she's grown more concerned, but there's not many updates on him on the big screen. Why would there be? He's not a killer and without blood, there are no views. It drives her mad, but not any more than he must be with her blood soaked into his clothing. Of all the cruel acts she could inflict on him, it had to be that. Unintentional, but still it would be a mistake she would carry for the rest of her life.
These are the thoughts on her mind when she leaves his room in the middle of the night to take to the common area, unable to fall asleep. As futile as it was to stay awake, it was along the same lines to stay inside a man's room waiting for them to bring his body back. She might have better luck if she waits outside or so she would have liked to believe in-between nodding off on the couch. Unlike her companions, she didn't have super strength or stamina, nor anything to help keep her going in the earliest of mornings.
When the few others in the suite begin to stir, she returns to the tiny room with low expectations in the same trivial way as the day before. ]
What| Sorry for dying on you, best buds for life still??
Where| District 8 floor.
When| Week 4, after Matt kicks the bucket in the Arena. AKA hella backdated sorry.
Warnings/Notes| Matt Murdock.
[ Futile gestures were beneath her, but even in the throes of desperation she found herself making them. Mistakes she'll have to live with, but when it came to Matt Murdock there were a number of imperfections they've managed to work through so far. What's a few more? Still, she should have known better to make promises she's not sure she could have kept (but here she was), especially promises that were drenched with romantic intent. It must have been the poison that tainted her mind, but since when was she so feeble in thought that she fell for the enticing words of falsehoods?
Much less spoke them herself?
While disappointment fills her mind in the days she's alive back in the Capitol, she doesn't linger on it for long. Distractions during the day were all too easy to come by with the Arena on air and social engagements in-between. Flitting between one thing to the next, Natasha hardly fell out of line of her role save for the end of the day when she returns to Matt's room instead of her own.
In all honesty, she thought he would show up the next day. Not out of hope, but knowing just how much he breaks down after losing someone like that. Now that it's been a few days, she's grown more concerned, but there's not many updates on him on the big screen. Why would there be? He's not a killer and without blood, there are no views. It drives her mad, but not any more than he must be with her blood soaked into his clothing. Of all the cruel acts she could inflict on him, it had to be that. Unintentional, but still it would be a mistake she would carry for the rest of her life.
These are the thoughts on her mind when she leaves his room in the middle of the night to take to the common area, unable to fall asleep. As futile as it was to stay awake, it was along the same lines to stay inside a man's room waiting for them to bring his body back. She might have better luck if she waits outside or so she would have liked to believe in-between nodding off on the couch. Unlike her companions, she didn't have super strength or stamina, nor anything to help keep her going in the earliest of mornings.
When the few others in the suite begin to stir, she returns to the tiny room with low expectations in the same trivial way as the day before. ]
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[Is that the truth though? Because back in the Arena, he'd had his heart set on it. He and Bucky would've killed anyone who tried to stand between them and revenge for Natasha. That was different though. It meant something there. Here it doesn't make any difference.]
Those men aren't the enemy. They don't want to be here anymore than you or I do. Can't you see?