ㅤshe feels like she can't breathe. the world seems to be moving in slow motion, nearing a complete halt; every muscle in her body falls slack at once and the folders she'd been holding in her arms slip, their contents twirling, tumbling to the ground like stark white petals. WHAT HAD HAPPENED HERE? pools of blood have gathered on the floor near the body — no, she realizes with a sickening bout of nausea as her eyes sweep the room, bodies — and stain the air with a sharp metallic scent.
ㅤshe'd been aware, of course, of his… condition. his strength. his abilities. but never in her wildest dreams did she think him capable of this sort of violence. CARNAGE. despite her best efforts, she can feel herself trembling as she stares at him. it's the same tall frame, the same broad jaw — even his hair, slightly disheveled and flecked with a blood spray that's equally marred his face, is the same. it's his eyes. there's not an ounce of the warmth she usually finds there, no suave confidence to be seen. for once, they show her no compassion. for once, they are as dark and cruel as the streets they survey.
@honorably - ' tell me the truth. are you really surprised? '
ㅤ❛ what… wh- what did you — ? ❜ her words come out as choked gasps, chest tightening with a familiar sense of panic. she's seen violence before, but never like this. and certainly not from him. ❛ elijah… p-please, tell me you didn't. tell me you w— were defending yourself, or- or something, please, i— ❜
ㅤi thought you were different.