SHE, REVENANT / SHE, DEATH.

A GREEK TRAGEDY.

[wrappedallinwoe]

Orchid.

[miatragodia]

                                    ❝    SEE  YOU  IN  HELL .    ❞        ❝    IS  THAT  A  DATE ?    ❞

[diligetur]

                                                                           LUKE  9   :   20 .

       heavily  canon  divergent .    ind .    priv .    highly  selective .    queen  elsa ,   of  disney’s  frozen .

[electrareborn]

                                         THE  SILVER  LINING    &   HER  SIDEKICK ,   LOU .

[miatragodia]

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 .

[violetvioletus]

Persephone

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Alicia Ostriker, from The Imaginary Lover: Poems; “25th Year of Marriage, It Goes On,”

[electrareborn]

                                                       MYTH  REINCARNATE   :   02   /   ? 

[electrareborn]

                                                              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 .

[miatragodia]

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 .

[miatragodia]

                          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 ?    ❞

[diligetur]

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 .

[miatragodia]

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

[electrareborn]

                                                       MYTH  REINCARNATE   :   01   /   ? 

[brokencharcoal]

[miatragodia]

                          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 .

[miatragodia]

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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