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❝ SEE YOU IN HELL . ❞ ❝ IS THAT A DATE ? ❞
LUKE 9 : 20 .
heavily canon divergent . ind . priv . highly selective . queen elsa , of disney’s frozen .
THE SILVER LINING & HER SIDEKICK , LOU .
you wouldn’t know it unless she told you , but elektra has an ..... aversion to guns . it’s something that developed over time , as she was told stories about her mother’s death & later experienced her father’s . she will tolerate being around them , & even use them , if given no choice , but otherwise would prefer not to .
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Alicia Ostriker, from The Imaginary Lover: Poems; “25th Year of Marriage, It Goes On,”
MYTH REINCARNATE : 02 / ?
WARDROBE : THE SUIT .
key elements : a kevlar - lined one piece with a pleated asymmetrical neckline & straps at the thigh for weaponry / fingerless gloves that lace all the way towards her upper arms / black leather boots / a red leather jacket / a utility belt / her signature red scarf , gifted to her by matthew murdock , seen either hung around her waist , or doubling as a mask or headscarf .
does elektra have anything in her past that she’d rather erase?
don’t we all ?
as a general rule , elektra does try to never think on the what ifs of her life . there is no point , now , when she cannot go back & change the circumstances that led her to the present . it’s out of her control , & she much prefers to focus on the things she can control .
but we’re all tempted , at one point or another , aren’t we ? to revisit the past & change the course of life ? so , what is big what if for elektra ? the catalyst that would wipe everything clean ? what would she erase , if she could ?
easy . her father’s death . that’s the big what if for her . the catalyst that changed everything . it was her father’s death & the trauma of it that set her down a path of blood & death . had the bullets not hit him & caused him to bleed out before her eyes , she never would have lost faith in the world or the systems of justice she once believed in she never would have resolved to close the gates on the world . in erasing her father’s death , she erases everything that follows :
the flight back to greece , in search of unattainable peace . her climb to the chaste’s mountain & later rejection . the decision to prove herself by infiltrating the hand . her beloved sensei’s blood on her hands , as a twisted initiation . her acquisition of dark arts . how she chose to walk further into chaos & death & selfishness , at every turn , even as she left the organisation . the aftermath of that . working for fisk . nearly killing foggy , matthew’s best friend . being killed herself , by bullseye wielding her own sai & piercing it through her chest . her resurrection . finding peace for once only to see erynys & everything she used to be . the guilt that still continues . all in the name of unending , relentless grief .
elektra is very much a parallel to her namesake myth . her story is aligned closely to it , a tragedy in itself . she’s even acknowledged it , in elektra vol . 1 issue one . as such , this quote from sophocles’ electra will always be applicable to her ( translation by robin bond . ) :
all alone , electra is betrayed / because she loves her father’s memory / & sings of it / a tireless nightingale of woe .
DROWNEDJEWEL / JESSICA JONES .
at this point, the events of jessica’s life aren’t even bad luck, they’re just an average wednesday night. she should probably feel worse about that – should probably want to lash out, hit something, release whatever’s crawling around her stomach, scratching at her insides. but the thought of other killers lurking in the shadows barely even gets a reaction from her. it’s nothing she hasn’t already considered, anyway, around the time of night when things get real quiet and her thoughts become a fully fledged broadway-opening-night chorus. paranoia is an old friend of hers - perhaps the oldest of all of them. it never fails to find her, wherever she goes. jess finds elektra a far more interesting subject, though – finds her evasion of the tenderness offered endearing where it should have been concerning because she understands it. because she knows what it’s like to be on the receiving end of something as unfamiliar as gratitude and bat it away as if it were a pest.
there’ll come a day, she’s sure, where the distance between them fractures like lead inside a dropped pencil, and the thought of it fills jess with equal parts dread and exhilaration.
“yeah, yeah. i hear you,” she mutters, bringing a forkful of rice to her lips, certain that if she doesn’t, the only killer coming after her would be her painfully empty stomach. “find a nicer place for you to break into, right?” it’s a fair point and she knows it; turns the idea of moving someplace else over in her head a few times while she reaches for a box of lo mein, begins to scrape some into her bowl. of course, anywhere else is bound to be infinitely safer than here, but there’s a reason jess hasn’t left this place yet. as rundown and rickety as time & neglect has made it, it’s home - and has been for as long as she can really remember. it’s a foolish, juvenile sentiment, but it’s as true a statement as any. jessica isn’t sure who she’ll be when she finally leaves this place. that scares her more than it should.
“unless you got some secret hideout you plan to whisk me away to, you’re gonna have to give me a little time.” that’s all elektra’s given her as of late, time. and jess wonders when the clock’s finally going to wind down and cease for good. as much as the woman by her side seems to ooze patience, there’s always something sitting idle in her voice that reminds jessica this is nothing to joke about. still, as she raises more food to her lips, chews, and swallows, she’s not sure what else there is to do about it tonight. “besides, it’s not the first time i’ve had a target on my back. come to think of it, it’s not even the third. ‘m still here, aren’t i?”
rhythmic ticking dances in the silence between them , as she weighs the given response , slow to chew & swallow her food . tick . tock . tick . tock . tick . tock . it’s a reminder , a sound that continues stringing itself to mockery as seconds go by . the nonchalance that is both raised defense & carrier of jessica’s words doesn’t come unexpected . the car crash , the children’s home , a new family , the brief life as a suited heroine , killgrave , and now this the casualty count , how it piles . bleeding wounds harden & scar . & dark death becomes too well - known .
they are alike , she & the investigator , in that sense , of having lost & lived to cruel fate’s hand . the long roads to where they now are may have borne different signs & stones & twisted ghosts , yet hers have still given her a kindred understanding of this : that something has wound its way around their ribs . something rotting & poisoning their bodies to apathy , battling against the flame of better instincts .
it is for this understanding that she grits her teeth . looks for the line that will connect her ember eyes to another’s . ❝ even a cat’s lives are finite , jessica , ❞ she replies , at last . low & tender is the rebuke , a brush to the ear . the bowl & fork are abandoned on the table . silver sai wink . her form becomes seemingly fluid under swimming shadows & moonlight , circling around to stand at jessica’s front , arms crossed over her chest . ❝ & as a matter of fact , i do have a place you can stay . ❞ here , plans prepared become evident . the corners of her mouth rise . ❝ i own an apartment , in the upper east side of manhattan . it’s under an alias & it has state of the art security . you may find it lavish , but you’d be hidden in plain sight . ❞ her head tilts . a brow lifts , questioning . ❝ so ? ❞
QUEEN ANOINTED , OUR CHOSEN DAUGHTER / WITH BLESSED CROWN OF GOLD / NORTHERN GLORY , OUR GOLDEN SISTER / THE HEIR TO KINGS OF OLD / LET OUR VOICE THIS SACRED HOUR SING / PRAISE & BRING TO LIGHT YOUR POWER / BRING TO LIGHT YOUR POWER .
heavily canon divergent . ind . priv . highly selective . queen elsa , of disney’s frozen .
hello i am back again except not really bc i have to catch up on personal stuff that i couldn’t work on until i got my laptop but !! I AM CLEARING THEM AND THEN I WILL REREAD COMICS AND BE HERE
MYTH REINCARNATE : 01 / ?
DROWNEDJEWEL / JESSICA JONES .
instinct keeps her on edge. she knows, deep down, that if elektra’s intention was to kill her, it would have happened long ago, but paranoia still burns her insides up, makes it hard to see this action as anything other than a bargaining chip. she doesn’t miss the sideways glance to her door, which would have been easily opened by a few shoulder barges and a sharp twist of the doorknob to the left. “and they say romance is dead.” sarcasm is woven between each word out of habit alone but, after a moment, jess decides that elektra deserves far more than that for everything she’s done. without reason and certainly without reward. ducking out of the room, jess moves around the small kitchen quickly, grabbing two bowls and some cutlery, fresh from the dishwasher she’d thankfully remembered to start this morning.
re-entering the room, jess places the items by the food and situates herself atop the surface along side all of it, boots dangling a foot or so from the ground. “thank you,” she says sheepishly, and though it seems like an afterthought when paired with her piling fried rice into her bowl, she hopes elektra sees it for what it is. “for giving a shit. that’s not exactly a habit many people bother with when it comes to me, so. i owe you one.” – or fifty.
tension underlines their unconventionality . the accused & her assassin . standing together on worn floorboards . amid one of many meetings under the cloak of night . no punches thrown , no weapons unsheathed . no blood spilled . ( yet . ) but the distrust still lurks , she knows . were she in the other’s place , wisdom would keep her wary as it does for her former target now . beneath the thin veil of too - quick sarcasm , she sees how jessica eyes her in turn . like a wounded prey watching for her predator’s claws . each minute movement thought through once , then twice . it is surprising then , when jessica says words of thanks enough for the assassin moved to her side , to pause scrapping out a cardboard box for the last of its lo mein . ❝ you & i made an agreement . i’m honouring it . ❞ it wouldn’t take an investigator’s eye to see how she eludes the balm - like sentiment . but it wouldn’t take an investigator’s ear to hear the sincerity quietly laced in her tone either .
taking her bowl of noodles & fork , she lets past a sigh . stirs patterns into her food . attention again drawn to broken locks , narrow hallways & fire escapes . brittle windows & a door that seems one hair away from splintering . & the ticking clock . ❝ if you really want to thank me find someplace safer . it is likely other killers will come for you . ❞ a plain statement , of what they both already know . she takes a bite , back leaning against the desk .
THIS QUIZ WILL REVEAL THE CREEPIEST THING ABOUT YOU
you are shockingly violent .
there's no getting around this : you desperately need to attend anger management . you're just as headstrong & opinionated , & your energy & enthusiasm can turn into explosive violence at the drop of a hat . you're a walking time bomb of seething rage , & the more you try to hide it , the more it escapes in unpredictable , volatile mood swings . do yourself a favor & invest in a stress ball or a gym membership before you do something you'll really regret .
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