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[elektranaatchios]

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“ Please, give me something to,  convince me that I am not a monster. “

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One little word and she was rendered powerless, stock still in shock and confusion as a wave of familiarity rushed over her. He’d said a name. Just a name but she lowered her weapon regardless, looking at him in awe. Wanting to hear it again.

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“My mom used to say I have a hollow leg.  I guess that’s just parent talk for ‘high metabolism’.”

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@thed3vilofhellskitchen replied to your post “"I’m not going to leave you.“ (thed3vilofhellskitchen)”

Matt didn’t even hesitate. "I won’t” he promised reaching over and taking her hand in his. “i’m not going anywhere” he muttered his lips pulling into a small smile, “foggy can survive without me for a while”

A paper-thin smile tugged at her lips as she squeezed his hand gently. Her limbs felt as if they were made of lead. Like someone had squeezed the life from her body. A sort of tired-numbness permeated her senses. Elektra knew she was past tired, past exhausted into some sort of landscape beyond that where she wasn’t hungry or thirsty and all she wanted was sleep. 

“Hold me?”

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@thed3vilofhellskitchen replied to your post: “ shit, I’m late for work ”...

“The office opens at a certain time, clients come in, Foggy doesn’t like when I walk in late.” especially considering that he kept saying it wouldn’t happen again when it always does.

“Okay, well maybe you should have set your alarm for earlier,” Elektra said, rolling away from him as he became a flurry of activity to get ready for work. She pulled the blanket up to her chin. “You can just blame me, he already hates me.” 

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Matt held back the question. The second he smelled blood…well that question in particular was after his concern for her. That always came before anything else. As he wiped the blood it became more obvious it wasn’t hers…and that nagging question pulled at his head. …he swallowed. “You hurt?” He asked instead. He promised her right? He would not ask it…no matter how loud that voice in his head questioned it. “What happened?”

“No, I’m not hurt.” She didn’t want to point out that she was better at this then he was, even with all his considerable talents. “It takes a lot to hurt me, most don’t tend to have it in them.” Because she was faster, and smarter, and stronger than they were. Those were just the facts of the matter. Elektra watched him, in her perfect stillness she could have been a cat watching prey. She saw the thick bob of his throat. “I was attacked. I fought back. Isn’t that what always happens. Somewhere, someone connected with the Hand finds me. I fight them. Rinse. Wash. Repeat.” 

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@thed3vilofhellskitchen replied to your post “’ I can pretend to be the doting fiance. ’ (thed3vilofhellskitchen)”

“Well I’m here anyways, you don’t have to do it alone” he pointed out to her. Course her words made him realize how his statement sound. “I do care” he muttered, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. Let me help you”

“It’s fine Matt.” It couldn’t be taken back now. He could assure her that he did care all he wanted, but that didn’t mean he didn’t just talk about pretending it. “You know I’ve handled a lot of things by myself, without your help.” 

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Her arms wrapped about him, as she turned her head to brush her lips into his hair. “It’s okay Matthew, I’m okay.”  She murmured. Her fingers found his hair, and her strokes were soft and soothing. “You don’t have anything to worry about. I’m right here. I’m fine. I’m fine.”