˚ — “ ƬΉЯΣΛD ” // ( Both Girls And Spiders Carry Venom. ) - Blog Posts

                          Eyes watching the movement of the other,  she notes the furrowing brow. She understands, akin. they are both a product of  war.     beneath   their   skin,   the   trenches   run   deep,   filled   with   blood   and   mud.  A   potent   brew   at   the   back   of   the   tongue; war   tastes   the   same   no   matter   who   fights   it.   

Sharp inhale, cold wind settles within lungs. Trust doesn't come easy yet something nestled between the others words allows Eliza to relax. Posture softens a little, shoulders lowering. “ hmm ”  a beat, “ okay, good ... but I will ask you something then. If you weren't following the rumours of a monster that resides up here ... then why are you here ?? ”  russian lit drips from her words as she leans back into her seat, curiosity raises a brow towards the other. If the pale blonde wasn't looking for the dormant beast within then what ... Lips  twitch  into  a  smile  ---------  still  unsteady,  still  unsure  ---------  “ look, you're welcome to spend the night. I have supplies. Take what you need but I will need you gone by the morning ” 

whatever they told you ,  it’s a lie .

❝  I'm  getting  so  tired  of  hearing  those  words.  ❞   Mumbled  mostly  to  herself.   Under  her  breath  in  a  thick  accent  that  can  be  recognized  anywhere.   She  used  to  be  more  cautious  about  it.   Better  at  masking  the  accent.         (  she  gave  up  on  that  when  it  became  less  of  a  problem.  )   Pale  blonde  head  turns  to  look  over  her  shoulder  to  @spybiote.   Her  brow  furrowed  ,  as  if  trying  to  read  and  animals  behavior.   Maybe  that  was  what  she  was  doing.         (  maybe  that  was  simply  what  she  had  done  by  default  for  so  long.  )   She's  ready  to  hear  her  out  at  least.   She  of  all  people  would  know  what  that's  like.   ❝  Я  последний  человек,  которого  вам  нужно  в  этом  убеждать.  ❞   It's  not  cruel.   Not  angry.   But  serious.   The  only  mode  she  seemed  to  have  anymore.   There  had  been  a  time  when  that  face  lit  up  bright  as  fresh  winter  snow.   Now  it  only  wore  expressions  of  caution  ,  and  exhaustion.   ❝  We  don't  have  to  talk  about  it.   I  won't  ask  questions.  ❞

LEANING BACK AGAINST THE KITCHEN COUNTER; elbows resting behind her. Posture relaxes but only a little. There was a time Eliza would joke about how they were cut from the same cloth - soviet made, coarse and unyeilding. Stitched into two different patterns. Eliza used to laugh at that. Now it just echoed.

Her voice, when it came, wasn’t defensive. It was deliberate. ❛ I was somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be, doing something no one asked me to do. ❜ A beat . ❛ Sound familiar ?? ❜ Brow raised in her direction

The bottle caught a glint of light on the counter, untouched. She didn’t offer to pour. Didn’t ask why Natalia was really there — because they both knew that game was past its prime. She exhaled, slow. Deliberate. ❛ Last week … I was making sure someone’s kid didn’t end up in a grave meant for their father. ❜ Her eyes flicked up, sharp and unblinking. There was no performance in her tone, no effort to soften the truth.

❛ I’m not gonna insult you with a lie. You came for answers, so I won’t dance around it. I'll tell you what you want to hear but first, I want you to answer something for me. ❜ she pushes herself up from the counter and circles around to grab the bottle of wine, eyes glance to the label then back to the redhead ❛ I want the truth, and besides, you know I can hear your heart beating and if you lie ... i'll know ❜ A faint curl of bitterness tugging at her mouth. ❛ Do you really think I wanted to play boogie monster again ?? ❜

❛ and here i thought you LOVED my visits. i even brought a bottle with me this time around. ❜ rehearsed smile is met by rehearsed smile. this dance being all to familiar to natalia ; the smoke show. the faux smiles and forced courtesies. it was always more refreshing when the point was forced to the forefront over the litany of games that needed to be played.

❛ SEE. i know you're retired. but some people aren't too convinced still. like fury ... april. where were you last week ? and before you give me the scripted and rehearsed answer , i'm trying to help you. no one knows i came to you FIRST. ❜