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starrphantom·:

Ava may have seen the woman once or twice in passing, but the introductions had never been made. Too busy with other things, she supposed. Her question roused Ava from her wonder regarding the growth of plants around them, only to realize she hadn’t properly formed the words in her head before she got here.

“Uh… I was curious about…” Eyes averted to the sad little plant in her hands. “How… Did you do all this?” She gestured to the immediate area, trying to sound like she actually knew how to hold a conversation. “I’m not having the best of luck with St-… my plant and wondered if you had any tips.”

There were a few people in the city she’d yet to formally meet. Even though the woman was a stranger, Yelena wasn’t going to turn her away. Not when it was clear she, or the little plant in her hands, needed help. She wouldn’t ever turn away a small green friend.

Yelena raised her eyebrows at the woman’s question. No one has ever asked her how she used her powers, and Yelena wasn’t sure if she had an answer. “That’s a very good question.” She stood up from where she was sitting on the grass. “The easiest way I can explain it is I just.. focus as hard as I can and things just.. happen? I’m not sure I can put it into words.”

She nods in the direction of her plant. “What’s wrong with it?” She answered her own question a second later. She could sense a feeling of uneasiness coming from the small plant . “I can help you, sure. Have you watered him recently?”

#interaction w: ghost #the eleventh hour: gods of new york

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#the pale little spider

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FLORENCE PUGH AS YELENA BELOVA Black Widow (2020) dir. Cate Shortland

#the pale little spider

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Yelena: I prevented a murder today.

Natasha: Really? How’d you do that?

Yelena: self control.

#the pale little spider

davos-steelserpent·:

Davos appreciated that Yelena was willing to ask him questions about what she found. He was unsure what would be recorded about him or what it would mean to someone of their society. He’d had his fair share of cultural misunderstandings with everyone of seemingly every economical level of their society and he had only begun to understand the structural differences between his people and those that now surrounded him.

“I endeavor to be and honest man, yes,” Davos agreed. “I am a straightforward person. I mean what I say and I say what I mean. If I make a promise, I will do all I can to keep it. If I make an oath, I would sooner die than break it,” he told her simply. When driven by grief and the the pain of betrayal, he had strayed but no more. He would no longer let such things change or control him. When Yelena offered her flowers to him, Davos hesitated. “I mean no disrespect when I tell you that I am hesitant with offerings I do not feel bound to accept. Your flowers are beautiful and in truth I have been gifted several which I keep and care for where I stay. My worry is that I do not know how many of them, or if any of them, are giving from their own free will or if it is the power in me that causes such thoughts and actions. Since I can see no reason I would be noticed, much less offered anything by them before this began, I can only assume it is because they have no choice. I do not want to take from you in the same manner,” he explained, unsure how she would feel at his gentle rejection.

“There is a time for strict teaching and even what feels like cruelty to those learning, but this is not one of those times,” Davos assured Yelena. She could not be expected to find her calm center if she was being barked at by a novice instructor. “Though I am pleased you approve so far,” he offered.

It had been a long while since he had meditated with another and even longer since he had taught them the basics. If he’d ever considered a path besides that of the Iron Fist, it would be as a teacher. He enjoyed sharing knowledge and watching people become better for themselves and others. “It is,” he assured her, his tone calm and low, not wanting to break the quiet more than required. “We shall continue then. If your thoughts or feelings find something that demands your attention, I will not judge you for your reaction,” he promised her before falling quiet again.

Yelena raised an eyebrow as Davos said he’d rather die than break an oath. How.. intense. She wasn’t going to admit it out loud but she couldn’t exactly relate his motto. At the end of the day, she was going to do what was best for her well-being. Unless she had a personal and deep connection to her partner, she wasn’t going to hesitate to leave someone behind if they were slowing her down. She’s made a hundred promises and oaths in the past. She’s probably only kept about a dozen.

Still, she could appreciate an honest man. Maybe she didn’t even have to search up him up on the internet, maybe she could simply just ask him about his life. If he was declaring himself as a truthteller then surely he would have to be truthful about everything. It was still an odd concept for Yelena. She’s made a living out of being a liar. She couldn’t imagine having frank and direct in every single conversation. It would surely be exhausting.

Yelena tried her best not to feel disappointed when Davos rejected her offering. He brought up valid points, though, and it even caused her to take a step back and reevaluate. Was she offering the flowers because she wanted for him to add some color to his apartment, or because she was under the influence of his powers? She didn’t feel as though she was trying to gain anything. Perhaps, it was her subconscious? She wasn’t entirely sure but she also knew she couldn’t force Davos into accepting her offering. “That’s understandable, no disrespect at all.” She assured him. “Just.. the offer is there whenever you feel like adding some color to your place. You just have to say the words.” Her lips curled up into a grin to reassure him further that she wasn’t upset or hurt. She understood his hesitance in accepting a gift from a stranger. A stranger who might be under the influence of his powers. She wasn’t sure if she was or not. She didn’t really want to think about it either.

While she didn’t think Davos would start as though they were in boot camp, it was still a bit relieving to know he was going to be patient and calm with her. She wasn’t quite sure what to expect but at least he wouldn’t get upset with her if she by chance couldn’t following his lectures. Though, she didn’t think she was going to have too hard of a time.

Yelena continued the breathing exercise, following his instructions and trying her best not to get distracted. She felt peaceful which she was sure was the point so it must mean his teachings are working so far. She just.. needed to keep her mind from wandering. It was difficult, though. She could remember having to go through a similar lesson in the Red Room. Everything always went back to the goddamn Red Room. A place made of nightmares. For a second, the face of her former handler flashed in her head, the man holding a gun up to her face, causing her to gasp and lose focus. “Shit.” She muttered to herself, shaking her head. “I-- I don’t know what that was, um.. gimme a second, I can focus again..”

#the eleventh hour: gods of new york #interaction w: steel serpent

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“I tell people my sister moved out west. You’re a science teacher. Your husband, he renovates houses. You’re thinking about moving but you’re gonna wait until the interest rates go down.”

#the pale little spider

starrphantom·:

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Ava had very mild success when it came to getting Steve-plant to flower. It didn’t help that she wasn’t even sure it was a flowering plant at all, but it was the only measure of success she knew when it came to plants. Not even wishing her plant to thrive worked So it was both with curiousity and jealousy that Ava trailed the scent of roses that seemed to plague the streets, wondering what was responsible for making the city smell so nice all of a sudden. Maybe whoever it was would share their secrets. She would be nice and ask this time. She came to a stop when she discovered a single woman, whispering to herself (?) as she sat in the local park. Only everything around her seemed a little more… green. A little more vibrant. Ava stared down at the sad-looking plant in her hands, chewed on her lip, and approached.

Yelena had decided earlier in the day she would be spending her time at the park. She needed a break from walking all around the city. She hadn’t even realized how many pairs of shoes she’s gone through until the night before. Besides, she’s been ignoring the park for some days now so why not spend some time giving the plants and trees some love? The constant darkness made it difficult for certain flowers to bloom, so she was more than happy to give them a helping hand. Usually, Yelena spent her days alone. She often saw people coming and going, sometimes she would indulge in a conversation or two, but today she was all alone. Or, so she thought.

She heard of a pair of footsteps, her attention being pulled away from the rose in her hand. Before addressing the mysterious person, she tried to figure out if she recognized the footsteps but then realized it was a bit difficult as they were on grass.

Finally, she decided to address the stranger. “Hello.” The woman was somewhat familiar but Yelena wasn’t sure if they’ve ever formally introduced themselves. Shortly after greeting her, she noticed the plant the stranger was holding between her hands.

“Is.. everything okay?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows slightly.

#the eleventh hour: gods of new york #interaction w: ghost

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FLORENCE PUGH ELLE UK / 2020 › ph. Liz Collins

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zacharylevis: FLORENCE PUGH ELLE UK / 2020 › ph. Liz Collins

#the pale little spider #the crimson queue

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#the pale little spider #the crimson queue #the eleventh hour: gods of new york

Yelena knew she’d fallen into a terrible habit of staying out all day and night. She was slowly but surely starting to somehow resist the urge to befriend all of the greenery under the dome. She was also trying to help, to bring some life and beauty back into the dark and sullen streets. Was it working? She wasn’t sure. Though, she did feel a hell of a lot better during her walks seeing the flowers and trees in full bloom. So, maybe her constant obsessing and hard work wasn’t just for nothing. Maybe she was making a difference. Maybe she was capable of doing something good, of bringing beauty into the world.

She’d spent the day in Haven, hiding out in Piotr’s garden. It was the one place Yelena felt at peace. However, she knew she couldn’t stay in Haven forever. Though, it was tempting at times. She still had a home. An apartment all the way down in Hell’s Kitchen. Not too mention, she also had her own plants to take care of.

Whenever she walked home, Yelena was careful in making sure no one was following her. She would take a different route each time. She would make short stops to see if she could hear any rustling or footsteps. The coast had been clear, thankfully. She wasn’t in the mood to fight someone off. Maybe another day.

She let out a sigh of relief as she neared her apartment door. Finally. After opening the door, Yelena was quick to close it. Her back was facing the couch, completely unaware there was someone in her home. She’d been moving casually; taking off her shoes, hanging up her jacket.

It took Yelena a second to realize Myshka hadn’t greeted her. Well, that was odd. The cat was always at her feet within a second of arriving home. Sometimes, she would take Myshka on her walks but today she’d decided to let the cat rest at home. “Myshka?” She was brought into a state of alert when she heard the sounds of a pages rustling. She quickly turned around to face her living room, her eyes widening as she saw the intruder. Barney.

“Mudak.” She hissed as she made the short distance to the living room. “What in the hell are you doing here?” She reached to take the magazine from his hands. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” She was going to throw the magazine back onto his lap but she quickly noticed Myshka resting, her head laying on his lap. “Oh, really?” She tossed the magazine onto the floor. In the next second, she noticed her white stealth suit laying right beside him. “Where did you get this?” She grabbed the suit, folding it over her arm. “Did you go through my stuff?” She had a million and one questions for the man, trying to wrap her head around the fact he’d broken in and it took more seconds than it should’ve to notice him. God, was she losing it?