#exvdova

[manwithout-a]

IT’S      OKAY         /       I        KNOW        WHO        YOU        ARE.         /       ind.   matthew   murdock   &   yelena   belova,   penned   by   magpie   &   mars.

[viduamor-moved]

here's a kiss :* for nat sry

BRUISES  BLOSSOM  BLUE,     battered onto the paleness of her flesh like watered paint on canvas.     her ribs groan in protest,      the cuts on her face still burning with their sting    -------    but it’s nothing the widow isn’t used to.      at this point,      RINSE & REPEAT  is all she’ll bother describing it as.      this time,    though   ...    this time she has someone.       these past few months,     these past few years,      loneliness is all she’s allowed herself to have   ;    daresay she’d say it’s a blessing.       but what is she to do when the woman beside her wears the face that she’d stolen,      the IDENTITY she’d taken ?      surely,     surely she can’t have already forgiven her.       natasha isn’t sure she wants her to.

❝     i didn’t get to say this earlier, but -    ❞     --------   but what ?      i’m sorry you got caught up in this mess ?     i’m sorry you had to take care of matt & all his stubbornness ?      i’m sorry you had to drag me out like a helpless puppy ?      IN ALL HER INJURY,      all her hurting & bruises & blood & pain,     THE WIDOW sits near - speechless beside her foil,      unsure of what exactly she wants to come next.          & she isn’t sure who makes the first move,     if she’d leaned toward the blonde head of hair or if the short,    golden curls had come to her.      in the end,    it doesn’t quite matter.      not when the sting of the cut on her lip burns this good with warmth against the plushness of yelena’s,      not when shaky fingers find themselves wound in those same blonde locks like they’re supposed to be there.

breathless when they part,     eyes still closed as if she’s scared yelena won’t still be there when she opens them,     she remains still.       lips parted,     hand hovering,     she snaps herself out of her daze & turns away,     crossing her arms over her chest & finally allowing her eyes to open.     embarrassed,     like some dumb schoolgirl.      STILL,      she’s grateful at least that the message more or less got across.       ❝     -   thank you,     ‘lena.    ❞

GIVE NAT KISSES :*      always accepting.

[matthmurdocks]

CH      :        YELENA        BELOVA        /        @exvdova.

[icarusmarked-blog]

™™™™ <3

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you make me make that face 

[investigatings-a]

i just want to say that i hav been followin u FOREVER , i m pretty sure i follow u on every blogue i have , all one hundred of them, and i am so glad?? because you are such a spectacular karen , she's Such a brilliant character and to see her in GOOD HANDS gets me Hard ! i love u and ur blogue so much imma follow until im Dead!!

bitch what the fuck!! this is so kind and sweet thank u so much for taking the time out of ur day to send this to me im deadass cryin rn bc i am so Overcome w Love. lowkey i admire ur writing so much its so so beautiful. u are so talented, all of ur blogs are so wonderful, u write every character u pick up so well like?? im a stan.

[manwithout-a]

exvdova Hoe

let me talk abt u nerds  /  always accepting.

hjinksdgb snd

[matthmurdocks]

yelena      belova      &      matthew      murdock              //              for @exvdova.              do not reblog.

[viduamor-moved]

BEWARE  THE  BITE,     BEWARE THE STING.      it is poison,     it is fire   ---   i am it,     i am the flood.      always the one to hurt,     never to be hurt.     always  CURSED  to be the pin that those close to you will prick their fingers upon.      blame the land,    blame the people    ------   this country,     that country.     this flag,    that flag.     ALL RED,    all bloody,     holding to ideals that will kill as much as let live.     these hands hold their own pounds of flesh.      you owe no one but yourself.   

              ❝     what is it,    ‘lena ?    ❞

look at her,     look at her cynicism,     look at her arrogance shielding sorrow.      natasha knows the stain of delusion when she sees it,      & it is painted in every line & curve of the ex - widow’s face.      of course she recognizes it  ;  she knows what it’s like.      what she is less familiar with,     yet so intimately smothered by in her foil’s presence,     is knowing just how much she had to do with it.

❝     SOMETHING’S  ON  YOUR  MIND.    ❞     it’s funny,     really.     typically yelena is the one doing the psychoanalysis recently.      things change.     but people never do.      she saunters in silence ‘til she stands behind the blonde,      leaning to rest her chin atop the curve of her shoulder.      a moment,    & she turns to press her lips to the meeting of jaw & neck,      breath warm against the skin as her hands find yelena’s,      bringing them up to rest against her sternum,     fingers intertwined / interlocked.       ❝     make the call,    & i can get your mind off of things,     or we can sleep.    ❞

/ &*   EXVDOVA​   -   cont.