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@rightfulwidow
musecollector:
“Like hell you’ve kept your word. I’m no closer to finding out who killed Natalia than I was the last time we spoke. You know something, Belova. Tell me what it is before things get ugly.”
“If I knew I’d be putting a bullet in them, not wasting my time talking to you. Your vague threats aren’t going to change that. You want someone to blame, try Nata. She would not do anything without knowing the risk.”
musecollector:
His head tilted to the side as he looked at her face, unable to help the large roll of his eyes before sighing and getting to his feet. “You’re starting to piss me off again, Lenochka. Look at me when I talk to you.”
When she turned her head to look at him, there was nothing more than spite on her face, a deep-seated bitterness because she wanted to go, but she knew he’d never let her. Not anymore.
musecollector:
His eyes looked first to the hand approaching his face before alighting his gaze to all the bruising he finally took note of as the remaining brain fog lifted. “Badgering me ain’t going to make the answer come any faster,” James snapped, leaning back from her touch as his eyes moved to look elsewhere, not that he really saw anything. He was trying to remember anything past the first few bites of food he’d eaten after putting Mila down; he didn’t even remember asking Yelena a question about Natasha at all. Looking again to the blonde’s arm, he could briefly, but vividly recall fracturing her ulna, but that was all.
“I can’t remember,” he muttered, the uncharacteristic distress just making itself notable in the further tensing of his body language. “How could you have been so weak, Lenochka? All your bravado and you couldn’t stop me taking her?”
She wanted to slap him across the face but she also didn’t want to deal with his shit anymore. She didn’t want to deal with him being angry and coming after her and hurting her. There was so much hurt. It wasn’t so bad before, he’d have episodes and maybe scare her, or even grab her by the throat but that she could deal with. She dealt with that in their line of work regardless but breaking bones and the level of shit she’d taken from him was just too much. She got up and stepped away from him.
“Then I’m gone, James. Without her, I have no reason to be here. You did this. You were worried about someone neither of us wanted involved with out personal lives. I know you’re fucked up, and so am I, but you used to at least try not to hurt me. You used to try, and you used to feel something about it. But you keep getting worse. I’m done being your punching bag,” she said as she painfully pulled on her coat and pulled on her boots. “I should have run away the moment I knew I was pregnant, but you were happy. For once you were happy and I didn’t want to take that from you. So now we both get to live with this”
“Are you really going to give me the silent treatment, Belova? Isn’t that a little below a woman with as much self-importance as you?”
@rightfulwidow starter 5 out of ??
She didn’t say anything to him still as she sat there hearing his words. She even nodded at his insult like she expected as much. Not that she could silence her expression. He’d hurt her feelings enough, and she knew that engaging him would just lead to his temper erupting again.
“ – If you’re looking for Natasha, not only is she not here, but I don’t appreciate you coming in here for a peep show.” He held one of the hands currently covering his groin out to Yelena, “Hand me my pants?”
@rightfulwidow starter 3 out of ??
“Why are you naked?” she asked as she peered around the door frame, not really wanting to see him naked, and more accurately wanting to find something to embarrass him.
She picked up the nearest pair of sweats as if they were diseased and tossed them at his head. “Why are older men always so weird.”
“You said the last time you saw your friend was Thursday night? Did she tell you of any plans to go anywhere? Maybe spontaneous road trip?”
@rightfulwidow starter 4 out of ??
“No, she wouldn’t bail on me like that. At the least she’d be updating twitter or instagram. I already told this to the policemen I talked to earlier. What department did you say you worked for again?”
musecollector:
It was extremely telling of how shocking the words were to him that his more-oft than not stoic features practically crumpled into a frown of confusion, the slightest and most deeply hidden feel of panic attempting to make itself known on top of it.
“What the hell are you talking about? She’s at home. I put her down for a nap. You saw me do it, so get me the hell out of these restraints.” Even as he said the words, however, James was silently putting more work into trying to stubborn BLOCK in his mind that always followed an episode – and that alone should have told him the likelihood of causing their child harm, but he was in denial of such a fact. He simply refused to believe he had hurt Mila.
"James, please. You have to try and remember," she pleaded, she said, reaching out to touch his face with her let hand (at the closeness it obvious that her right arm was deeply bruised and likely broken), even if she knew being so close to him was dangerous. "You put her down for a nap, and we went to the kitchen, you were eating and I was doing the dishes," it was a disgustingly domestic scene that quickly turned. "You asked me why I'd been calling Natasha so much lately. You didn't like the answer I gave you and we fought. You said that you wouldn't let me take her away and you knocked me out. I need you to tell me what happened next, James. It's been 4 hours, please, it's getting dark, she's going to be so scared," she said, not believing he would hurt her, he hadn't so far, it had been almost two years and he had been doing so much better.
“When the fuck did kicks in the face become a form of goddamn GREETING?”
@rightfulwidow starter 5.5 out of ??
“Around the same time as kidnapping, I have to say. I’ve kept my word. Tell me why you are here.”
musecollector:
“’Cause I’m a mudblood, right?” Excepting his tone and the slight pursing of lips, nothing of Mason’s demeanour had an outward change as he continued to look down at Yelena. Part of him knew the assumption that the blonde was like the more outspoken and proud members of her former House ( and likely even her social circle ) was an unfair one; after all, the War was over. Voldemort and a good portion of his lot were dead or imprisoned, but that didn’t stop prejudiced ways of thinking by a good portion of what remained of pureblood families.
It wasn’t until he finally noticed the slight flirtation hidden in her expression that Mason finally reacted by grimacing and lightly shifting on his feet, blue-grey eyes looking away from the pretty witch. Damned if he didn’t feel as dumb as a pile of rocks.
“Sorry. I’m sure that isn’t what you meant,” he hoped that truly wasn’t what she’d been trying to imply. “Yeah, I am workin’ tonight. Boss wanted to teach me a lesson in patience and observance. – It was this or being sent to bumfuck nowhere Sweden.”
Yelena worked not to sneer as he brought up his blood status. "Well I guess I know what kind thoughts you have about me," she all but hissed at him. She looked around the room, anywhere but to him. "My best friend is a half-blood, I'll have you know. And she is the most loyal and genuine person I know. I was once a stupid kid repeating my parents anti-muggle sentiment, but grow the hell up, Beasley." She huffed, still not looking to him, she was pouting.
"You don't know a damn thing about me. You don't know what I've been through. Lump me in with that crowd again and I'll boogie bat hex you in public." Finally her eye returned to him with a proud and fierce fire in them. He didn't, couldn't, and she had half a mind to hex him anyway. But that wasn't going to help, and her shoulders were sagging now. She thought maybe things could feel normal, not hiding behind her mohagony counter.
But instead, despite her stern look, she felt deflated.
insp.
“What are you?” she asked, her voice little more than a whispered hush. She’d seen some shit in her time ( not that she’d been around as long as Nata, but nor was she as jaded ) but this shapeshifter was beyond her grasp. Even as the young woman was brought in and left under her care. Some caregiver she was however, she wouldn’t go within five feet of the girl afraid of what horrible things she might become if she were startled or stressed. But now the woman had awoke on her own and Yelena wanted to know more, to know what she saw before her.
“I’ve heard of Mutants with gifts like yours but you,” she said, pausing as she thought on her words, “You are something else, it isn’t just conscious, it’s reactionary. Even Mystic...”
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