#silkdeaths

[griimarch]

@silkdeaths liked for a starter 

Walking out of the bathroom she began drying her hair, it had been days since she had a shower. After breaking free of capture she got herself a room, thinking it would be safer than her place. After a moment she noticed the other in the room, quickly she dropped the towel. “Who the hell are you?” 

[griimarch]

@silkdeaths​ asked; 👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

It was rare that Gemma had someone who tried to help her, especially when she was down. Normally people tried to take their chance to kill her, wincing she looked up at the other. “OW” she grunted followed by a curse, the bullet hadn’t hit anywhere major but it did still hurt. “How bad is it? Because I can not see it, do you think you can get the bullet out? Or is it through and through?”

[noheroiine]

@silkdeaths  /  &  elektra

“ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”

         body   still   buzzes   with   adrenaline,   numbing   the   pain   that   ought   to   be   inundating   her   system.   it’ll   come,   she   knows,   just   as   she   knows   that   the   crash   will   hit   her   hard,   but   she   can’t   bring   herself   to   give   a   fuck   about   any   of   that   now.   with   the   cold   air   against   her   face   and   new   york   a   flurry   of   colours   before   her,   she   feels   .  .  .   free.   it   does   help   that   they’ve   just   busted   a   crime   ring   and   got   out   relatively   unscathed.         “   yeah.   ”         she’s   grinning,   lashes   fluttering   shut   for   a   moment   in   which   she   allows   herself   to   simply   .  .  .   be.   when   they   open   again,   they   shift   focus   onto   elektra.         “   thanks   for,   you   know   ---------   not   murdering   anyone   in   there.   ”         shoulder   bumps   shoulder   gently.         “   i   know   that   must   have   been   incredibly   difficult,   assassin   and   all.   ”