#V. ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ. ⁽ ᵐᵒᵈᵉʳᶰ ᶠʳᵉᵉˡᵃᶰᶜᵉ ⁾ ❛ vi. SUCCUMB TO A PERMANENCE.

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HER  BLOWS  COME  QUICK,     one after another as her counterpart guards.    she kicks as she pirouettes,    pushing him back further & further as she advances in her half - dance - half - offense.   natasha doesn’t mean to hit him straight on . . . that is,   until her hand  --  stiff & straight  --  reaches out swiftly to collide with his neck,    just enough to knock him off balance.      / @manofiron​

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SHE  WOULD’VE  PREFERRED  FIELD  WORK.       office politics,   organizational collaborations,    &  being an ambassador never were her things she quite fancied,    no matter how good she is at talking.     really,    she can’t help but question whether or not  HILL  has a head - cold.     then again,    natasha had asked for something to occupy her time ; sitting idle always did put her on edge.

she’s heard much of  HAWCAINE,     seen the name in passing while flipping through files,     but she’s never had the privilege of doing business with them,   much less meeting the CEO himself.    it must be her lucky day.     & so she stands,   waiting,    curled fists buried in the pockets of her trench coat,     louboutin - boots unmoving on cool - tiled floors.      when her expected host does arrive,    the most movement she gives is to extend a leather - gloved,   lithe & feminine hand.       ❝      DR.   VALLIERÉ.     natasha romanova,    on behalf of SHIELD.     a pleasure.     ❞       //     @embrosyn

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❝      ————-   IF  IT’S  ANY  CONSOLATION,    your highness,    i’m not happy about this either.     ❞       //     @avengingson

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"Netflix and chill?"

OKAY,   THAT  WAS  UNEXPECTED.         but really,   is she at all surprised ?     absolutely not.     she offers naught but a blank stare for a moment,    attention stolen from the datapad in her hand,    before she shrugs.   setting the thing down on the counter at which she sits,    she turns in her seat & extends a leg,   hooking it on the taller man’s torso & pulling him towards her.   a sly smile has since crept onto her lips,     an eyebrow raising as she opens her mouth to respond.       ❝      i’d ——— LOVE to.    would you prefer the television in the living room or the kitchen ?     ❞

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❝       I REALLY,     really,  don’t have the time for this.      ❞         //      @assetrelocation

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❝      I  HATE  TO  SAY  IT,    but i actually didn’t know that.     ❞      //     @downluck

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❝      ADELYN,   DARLING,      ❞      syllables come as a croon,   smooth nectar flowing from the depth of her lungs to flow silken from lips shaped in a tired pout.     it’s quite a sight ; dichotomous   --------   the bruises & bandages & dark circles under wild - green eyes don’t quite match the stoic grace of a figure draped cat - like across the chaise.      ❝      could you bring me some tea ?     ❞        //      @ensavaged

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❝      YOU  OF  ALL  MEN    should know that it’s rude to interrupt a lady while she’s beating the crap out of a punching bag.     ❞      a pause,    punctuated with a smile as she steadies the bag in question.        ❝      is it my lovely smile or winning personality today ?    of course,   i wouldn’t blame you if you’ve just simply missed me,   either.     ❞          //       @shellshead​

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❝      I  MUST  SAY,    not everyone has such a close companion in accuracy.     ❞       //       @notheroics

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❝      ILLYANA.     ❞      there’s a tangible bitterness,   intentionally poorly veiled by courtesy.     ❝      you look good.   have you changed your hair ?     ❞      //       @soularmored

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SOFT  WHITE - GOLD     passes silken through delicate fingers,    the touch pregnant with an affection also heard in the timbre that sings a lullaby in the redhead’s mother tongue.    a pause is given in her song as a cheek is pressed to the younger’s,    gaze meeting hers in the mirror they sit facing.       ❝      look at you.    ❞      //     @ensavaged

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❝      ———  CHARMING.   as always.    ❞      words of honey venom  ---  as sweet as they are poisonous  ---  drip from lips as cherry as the tresses that frame her face.    & though her gaze may cut with their sharpness,   a particular affection finds itself a home in the slight curl of her mouth.        ❝      & handsome as ever.   have you been getting around ?      ❞       */  @stygere

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❝       YOU LOOK TIRED !      ❞       words are spoken in a pause of movement,    shaped by a grin that shows forth sincere humor in the midst of their duel.     barely a moment more is given to the pause before she lunges,    spinning as to direct a kick towards his torso.        ❝       should i go easy on you ?      ❞         //      @averagearcher

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❝      SCIENCE  NEVER  WAS  MY  FORTE.    is it good or bad ?     ❞       //       @fantcstic

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A CIGARETTE HANGS LOOSELY   from lips parted with half - neglect,   half - anticipation.     they sit,    silent,   relishing every drop of hedonist,    deathless ichor running through their veins & mystifying their shared air,    listening only to the elegant placing of a single bullet into the chamber of the gun that she holds.      ❝      —–  every game needs rules,   doesn’t it ?       ❞        click & spin,    lift & aim.        ❝      with every round that you remain untouched,   KISS ME.     ❞       a marble finger pulls the cool metal of the trigger,    amounting to nothing.    not yet.       //       @stygere

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“ But tonight, I’m getting drunk. ”

A SMILE BLOOMS  across cherry lips,   a sly humor shaping emerald eyes as she offers up approval not veiled by anything else.      she is russian,   after all.      marble - delicate fingers take the tall bottle by the neck to offer to the other,    before glasses are taken from their place of rest to set between them ;  nevermind her own tolerance.      ❝      & what will it be ?   to forget,   or to celebrate ?     ❞

THE WALKING DEAD.     //     not accepting.