#elektranaatchios

[skullknown]

@elektranaatchios​​ said: ‘ healthy relationships with fathers? sounds fake. ’

(meme ;; accepting)

She occasionally burst out with cynical little witticisms like that one that made him spare a second glance. Here, he scoffed, giving a languid shrug of his shoulders. “I liked my old man well enough. Think my kids liked me, before I killed them.” If she really wanted to be so cynical, so sarcastic, so could he. Probably meant they had serious issues that this was their discussion topic right now, but that was no surprise.

Scuffing the roof with his boot, he crossed his arms, leaning back against a brick pillar and tilting his head away from her, eyes tracking their target as he shopped with his daughter. “Don’t be bitter that Daddy’s spoiling his Princess.” he muttered, the words coming out a touch crueler than he intended, but he didn’t take them back. He was just as impatient as he was with this whole waiting thing, and he knew that, yeah, he could have shot the head off the douchebag already, but he drew a line at murdering a guy in front of his teenage daughter.

[devilknown]

@elektranaatchios​ said: 🤚

slap my muse on the ass 

(meme ;; accepting)

Matt’s head was tilted towards the group of men, just a few yards away from where they were huddled behind a van. Eavesdropping and looking for an opening. He nearly broke the quiet with a noise of surprise when she slapped him on the ass, but thankfully controlled himself.

“Elektra.” he hissed in censure, shifting away from her and her wandering hands, as much as he could manage in the cramped spot. Now was not the time for this, but when had that ever stopped her? She wasn’t one for waiting and recon. She undoubtedly just wanted to get in and fight, but that wasn’t what he needed from this. He needed information and the last thing they needed was to be caught because of a smacking noise. 

[devilknown]

@elektranaatchios​ said: “love  is  a  kind  of  killing.”

(meme ;; accepting)

“For us? Certainly.” Matt hummed, considering, “I’m not certain that’s true for other people, however.” While love with Elektra had always been unconventional, there was once a time where it meant marriage and spending a life together. But that time had long passed since college. 

He had been prepared to die for her, in that collapsing building. For love. So he could say, first hand, just how correct she was. Even now, if given the choice again, knowing that she’d make it out okay, he knew he’d make the same decision. Lips curling into a wry sort of grin, he looked in her direction, “But it’s a wonderful way to go, right?” 

[mrdcktm]

              ❛ forget it, i’ll do it myself. ❜ ▕ ┇ FIGHT ME. ⇢ NA.  /  @elektranaatchios​

             As  far  as  Matt  has  been  concerned,   they  already  talked  about  this.    And  what  keeps  happening  is  that  they  keep  talking  and  talking  and  talking  as  he  tries  to  find  a  compromise.    He  shouldn’t  even  be  having  this  discussion  ever,   since  it  was  clear  that  they  shouldn’t  even  have  met  again  in  the  first  place.

                                 ...but  fate  had  it  play  on  a  route  he  had  been  before,                                                and  he’s  not  keen  to  being   SHATTERED   again.

   ❛  NO.  ❜      Makes  it  clear  with  a  voice  obviously  on  edge  and  body  worked  up,   approaching  dangerously  with  few  steps  towards  her  direction.      ❛  If we’re gonna have to do this together, you play by my rules in my city.  That’s non-negotiable.  No killing.  AT ALL.  We do this my way or no way, understand ?  ❜

[mrdcktm]

▋▍ ？┊ @elektranaatchios​ 

                    Pausing  ever  so  slightly  with  sleeves  halfway  worn  on  arms,   even  with  glazed  optics  still  weary  with  the  restlessness  after  the  tick  of  his  inner  circadian  rhythm.   There’s  supposed  to  be  two,  three  hours  left  before  the  sun  completely  sets  down,   and  before  the  Coven  finally  gives  a  shit  as  to  why  Matt  seemed  to  be  often ...    DISTRACTED   these  days.

                    Tip  of  tongue  moistens  chapped  lips  as  he  tilts  his  head  towards  her  direction  in  acknowledgement  and  hidden   DEFEAT  ;    hey,  uh,   I  copulated  with  a  potential  enemy  that’s  out  for  the  destruction  of  your  entire  species  in  exchange  for  information  that  will  help  us,  but  it  kinda  of  became  a  regular  transaction  as  of  now?   —— isn’t  exactly  gonna  save  his  head  this  time  from  whoever  manages  Stick.  Or  hell,   maybe  Stick  will  earn  a  reason  to  leave  him  for  dead  for  real  now.

   ❛  You know well how to entertain yourself enough.  ❜      Deflecting  planned  spoiled,   the  man  exhales  in  surrender  with  calculated  risks  ran  in  his  mind  should  her  intrigue  wavers  and  disappears  along  with  his  shadow  to  dust.   But  then  again,   too  much  of  a  good  thing ...   never  bade  well,  in  his  experience.

                    So  he  continues  shuffling  into  his  shirt  and  decides  to  ignore  her  request,   sly  chortle  follows  before  he  changes  his  mind.

   ❛  You’ll manage.  ❜      

 ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   cont.

[mrdcktm]

          ❛ i wish i could be enough for you. ❜ ▕ ┇ SAD LIFE. ⇢ accept.  /  @elektranaatchios

            He  wouldn’t  expect  less  of  her,   out  of  all  people.    Ten  years  is  just  a  number  compared  to  the  quality  of  his  emotional  investment  and  involvement  with  her  in  short  periods  of  time  in  Columbia.    Elektra  managed  to  take  away  the  key  to  doors  he  kept  shut  to  self,   during  that  night  she  disappeared,   and  somehow,   she  still  held  it  to  her  chest.

   ❛  You are.  You are MORE THAN ENOUGH.  ❜      Quietly,   he  knows  she  has  to  strain  her  ears  just  to  hear  how  BROKEN  his  voice  is...    Perhaps  if  he’d  let  her  past  his  fortress  built  brick  by  brick  after  she  left  him  in  that  mansion.    Or  maybe  if  she  ask,   Matt  knows  he’s  walking  on  thin  threads  here;   the  maps  line  out  and  once  again  inked  to  lead  back  to  her.

            Instead,   he  clears  his  throat  and  quickly  picks  up  his  solemn  confession  of  sorts;   tired  eyes  divert  away  from  her  direction,   mouth  pursed  of  words  he  knows  he  would’ve  told  her  a  long  time  ago  only  if  shit  didn’t  happen.   Lips  tug  upwards  in  an  empty,   exhausted  simper  as  his  shoulders  drop.      ❛  But you would’ve wanted US back then only if I went your way, if only I went along the plan.  I’m not sorry that I didn’t, because I don’t think you would’ve think I’m ENOUGH for you even if I did.  ❜

            Breathy  chuckle  shallow  not  of  mock  but  full  of  disappointment  escapes  him while  he  begins  to  walk  away;   hurt  seeping  out  of  stitches  he’d  done  ten  years  ago  on  a  mended  heart.

   ❛  I’m DONE apologising for who I am, and what I fight for.  ❜       

[theblindxdevil]

@elektranaatchios​ asked:  “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“No. I’m not jealous.” 

[theblindxdevil]

@elektranaatchios​ asked:  “I just want someone expendable.”

“Is this your way of telling me that you think I’m expendable?” He had to ask because well he didn’t really have a clear idea of why Elektra was back in town again. “You always did know how to sweet talk a guy.”  This wasn’t that uncommon. She always did manage to find her way back to Hell’s Kitchen at some point or another.