I don't have friends. I like to be gay and do crimes.... well I'm pan. But you get the idea. I'm basically another version of Eliza that was made into the real world and now I'm a separate person... I got a Cat named Shadow and I'm seventeen. But I will murder if it comes to that point, but I don't have that much bloodlust as I did before. My family comrades consist of
Liliya hadn't had nightmares in a while, so she wasn't used the feeling of waking up screaming, her throat sore, and her bedsheets damp with sweat, tangled with her legs.
She's shaking as she sits up, fumbling blindly for the lamp, clicking it on. Small sobs fall from her lips as she pulls her legs to her chest, face against her knees.
She doesn't even notice her door creaking open or the footsteps on her floor- not until she feels the mattress sinking underneath someone's weight, their hand on her shoulder.
NPT: @theoneandonlyblaze @winter-solstice-soldier @buckybuck-barnes @ifucksteverogers @that-is-americas-ass1918 @your-fav-russian-assassin @johnwalker-usagent @bob-not-void @official-redguardian @avastarr-official + anyone else who wants to interact!
//So sorry for being so inactive lately! Hopefully, I'll be able to get back to it soon enough.
*Blaze was right next to her, and for the first time, seemed to look… sad. Not pity, maybe… remorse? Or… maybe he had empathy for her. Yes… he understood what it was like to be tortured by nightmares. Him and his sister haunted by the same things. He didn’t say anything, all he did was leave his hand on her shoulder, In an attempt to ground his friend. (Don’t ask how he got in… he fr probably just broke in-)*
*he nods understandably. Scooting a little closer just to let her know he was there. Sitting in silence. Waiting to see if she wanted to talk about it or not.*
She hesitates, not even knowing how to start talking about it. Blaze barely knows anything about her past. It wouldn't exactly be fair to start dumping it all on him.
So she leans her head on his shoulder, taking a few deep, shaky breaths to try and steady herself, arms still wrapped around her legs.
*He gently squeezed Liliya’s shoulder, then leans to place his head on top of hers.*
… you know… I had nightmares… bad ones… ‘bout my parents. I missed them dearly. But never showed it… eventually though… it calmed down… I still get them from time to time… but it gets better…
*He said, his voice taking a much softer tone than normal.*
Liliya hadn't had nightmares in a while, so she wasn't used the feeling of waking up screaming, her throat sore, and her bedsheets damp with sweat, tangled with her legs.
She's shaking as she sits up, fumbling blindly for the lamp, clicking it on. Small sobs fall from her lips as she pulls her legs to her chest, face against her knees.
She doesn't even notice her door creaking open or the footsteps on her floor- not until she feels the mattress sinking underneath someone's weight, their hand on her shoulder.
NPT: @theoneandonlyblaze @winter-solstice-soldier @buckybuck-barnes @ifucksteverogers @that-is-americas-ass1918 @your-fav-russian-assassin @johnwalker-usagent @bob-not-void @official-redguardian @avastarr-official + anyone else who wants to interact!
//So sorry for being so inactive lately! Hopefully, I'll be able to get back to it soon enough.
*Blaze was right next to her, and for the first time, seemed to look… sad. Not pity, maybe… remorse? Or… maybe he had empathy for her. Yes… he understood what it was like to be tortured by nightmares. Him and his sister haunted by the same things. He didn’t say anything, all he did was leave his hand on her shoulder, In an attempt to ground his friend. (Don’t ask how he got in… he fr probably just broke in-)*
*he nods understandably. Scooting a little closer just to let her know he was there. Sitting in silence. Waiting to see if she wanted to talk about it or not.*
She hesitates, not even knowing how to start talking about it. Blaze barely knows anything about her past. It wouldn't exactly be fair to start dumping it all on him.
So she leans her head on his shoulder, taking a few deep, shaky breaths to try and steady herself, arms still wrapped around her legs.
*He gently squeezed Liliya’s shoulder, then leans to place his head on top of hers.*
… you know… I had nightmares… bad ones… ‘bout my parents. I missed them dearly. But never showed it… eventually though… it calmed down… I still get them from time to time… but it gets better…
*He said, his voice taking a much softer tone than normal.*
Liliya hadn't had nightmares in a while, so she wasn't used the feeling of waking up screaming, her throat sore, and her bedsheets damp with sweat, tangled with her legs.
She's shaking as she sits up, fumbling blindly for the lamp, clicking it on. Small sobs fall from her lips as she pulls her legs to her chest, face against her knees.
She doesn't even notice her door creaking open or the footsteps on her floor- not until she feels the mattress sinking underneath someone's weight, their hand on her shoulder.
NPT: @theoneandonlyblaze @winter-solstice-soldier @buckybuck-barnes @ifucksteverogers @that-is-americas-ass1918 @your-fav-russian-assassin @johnwalker-usagent @bob-not-void @official-redguardian @avastarr-official + anyone else who wants to interact!
//So sorry for being so inactive lately! Hopefully, I'll be able to get back to it soon enough.
*Blaze was right next to her, and for the first time, seemed to look… sad. Not pity, maybe… remorse? Or… maybe he had empathy for her. Yes… he understood what it was like to be tortured by nightmares. Him and his sister haunted by the same things. He didn’t say anything, all he did was leave his hand on her shoulder, In an attempt to ground his friend. (Don’t ask how he got in… he fr probably just broke in-)*
*he nods understandably. Scooting a little closer just to let her know he was there. Sitting in silence. Waiting to see if she wanted to talk about it or not.*
She hesitates, not even knowing how to start talking about it. Blaze barely knows anything about her past. It wouldn't exactly be fair to start dumping it all on him.
So she leans her head on his shoulder, taking a few deep, shaky breaths to try and steady herself, arms still wrapped around her legs.
*He gently squeezed Liliya’s shoulder, then leans to place his head on top of hers.*
… you know… I had nightmares… bad ones… ‘bout my parents. I missed them dearly. But never showed it… eventually though… it calmed down… I still get them from time to time… but it gets better…
*He said, his voice taking a much softer tone than normal.*
Liliya hadn't had nightmares in a while, so she wasn't used the feeling of waking up screaming, her throat sore, and her bedsheets damp with sweat, tangled with her legs.
She's shaking as she sits up, fumbling blindly for the lamp, clicking it on. Small sobs fall from her lips as she pulls her legs to her chest, face against her knees.
She doesn't even notice her door creaking open or the footsteps on her floor- not until she feels the mattress sinking underneath someone's weight, their hand on her shoulder.
NPT: @theoneandonlyblaze @winter-solstice-soldier @buckybuck-barnes @ifucksteverogers @that-is-americas-ass1918 @your-fav-russian-assassin @johnwalker-usagent @bob-not-void @official-redguardian @avastarr-official + anyone else who wants to interact!
//So sorry for being so inactive lately! Hopefully, I'll be able to get back to it soon enough.
*Blaze was right next to her, and for the first time, seemed to look… sad. Not pity, maybe… remorse? Or… maybe he had empathy for her. Yes… he understood what it was like to be tortured by nightmares. Him and his sister haunted by the same things. He didn’t say anything, all he did was leave his hand on her shoulder, In an attempt to ground his friend. (Don’t ask how he got in… he fr probably just broke in-)*
*he nods understandably. Scooting a little closer just to let her know he was there. Sitting in silence. Waiting to see if she wanted to talk about it or not.*
Liliya hadn't had nightmares in a while, so she wasn't used the feeling of waking up screaming, her throat sore, and her bedsheets damp with sweat, tangled with her legs.
She's shaking as she sits up, fumbling blindly for the lamp, clicking it on. Small sobs fall from her lips as she pulls her legs to her chest, face against her knees.
She doesn't even notice her door creaking open or the footsteps on her floor- not until she feels the mattress sinking underneath someone's weight, their hand on her shoulder.
NPT: @theoneandonlyblaze @winter-solstice-soldier @buckybuck-barnes @ifucksteverogers @that-is-americas-ass1918 @your-fav-russian-assassin @johnwalker-usagent @bob-not-void @official-redguardian @avastarr-official + anyone else who wants to interact!
//So sorry for being so inactive lately! Hopefully, I'll be able to get back to it soon enough.
*Blaze was right next to her, and for the first time, seemed to look… sad. Not pity, maybe… remorse? Or… maybe he had empathy for her. Yes… he understood what it was like to be tortured by nightmares. Him and his sister haunted by the same things. He didn’t say anything, all he did was leave his hand on her shoulder, In an attempt to ground his friend. (Don’t ask how he got in… he fr probably just broke in-)*
ive been super busy too. ive been applying to colleges- ive even gotten accepted to a handful of local ones!
im lowkey shooting for the stars here. like no, i dont think cornell or, like, brown will want me but i should at least try omg. BUT Im still excited soo
//OHHH DUDE THATS SO SO COOL!!! IM VERY PROUD AND HAPPY FOR YOU!!!
Yeah, college is no joke man T-T I’ve actually gotten into one to get some extra credits, so my schedule is super packed :< thankfully, I’ve had a couple of days off!
Again, im super proud of you man! That’s some awesome stuff!! I believe you can get to any school you want 100%!!!
//UGH thank you so much!!!! and yeah, im in the same boat. Honestly, i havent even graduated yet, but im also taking classes at a local college and omg i love it sm
im so glad that im like getting this oppurtunity to actually experience it before im in it for real, yk?
ive been super busy too. ive been applying to colleges- ive even gotten accepted to a handful of local ones!
im lowkey shooting for the stars here. like no, i dont think cornell or, like, brown will want me but i should at least try omg. BUT Im still excited soo
//OHHH DUDE THATS SO SO COOL!!! IM VERY PROUD AND HAPPY FOR YOU!!!
Yeah, college is no joke man T-T I’ve actually gotten into one to get some extra credits, so my schedule is super packed :< thankfully, I’ve had a couple of days off!
Again, im super proud of you man! That’s some awesome stuff!! I believe you can get to any school you want 100%!!!
Liliya hadn't had nightmares in a while, so she wasn't used the feeling of waking up screaming, her throat sore, and her bedsheets damp with sweat, tangled with her legs.
She's shaking as she sits up, fumbling blindly for the lamp, clicking it on. Small sobs fall from her lips as she pulls her legs to her chest, face against her knees.
She doesn't even notice her door creaking open or the footsteps on her floor- not until she feels the mattress sinking underneath someone's weight, their hand on her shoulder.
NPT: @theoneandonlyblaze @winter-solstice-soldier @buckybuck-barnes @ifucksteverogers @that-is-americas-ass1918 @your-fav-russian-assassin @johnwalker-usagent @bob-not-void @official-redguardian @avastarr-official + anyone else who wants to interact!
//So sorry for being so inactive lately! Hopefully, I'll be able to get back to it soon enough.
*Blaze was right next to her, and for the first time, seemed to look… sad. Not pity, maybe… remorse? Or… maybe he had empathy for her. Yes… he understood what it was like to be tortured by nightmares. Him and his sister haunted by the same things. He didn’t say anything, all he did was leave his hand on her shoulder, In an attempt to ground his friend. (Don’t ask how he got in… he fr probably just broke in-)*
Liliya had worked for nine months for this. She trained with her dad. She trained with Yelena. Ava. John. Even Alexei.
And now, finally, they’re bringing her along on a mission. A simple one, of course. Intel, mostly. She was instructed to take out any Hydra agents who showed their faces.
Liliya didn’t exactly expect any to actually show up. But she fights. Her movements fluid, graceful, but deadly with the knife in her hand, the gun having run out of ammo long ago.
She forgot how brutal she could be. How ruthless. Not even flinching at the blood when it splatters on her hands, her face. Not at first, at least.
One last agent tries to fight her. This one’s cocky. She gets him to the ground, knee against his chest. She’s ready to slit his throat or stab him or something. And then he says something that sends a shiver down her spine.
“Little Winter…. still so much like your father.”
She freezes, staring down at him. He takes advantage of this, flipping them over, wrestling the knife from her hand.
Liliya yells, headbutting him, shoving her knee up between them, right where it hurts. She manages to slip his gun from his holster, and she stands, kicking him down and shooting him in the dead center of his forehead. She then unloads the gun, letting the bullets clatter to the ground.
Little Winter. The name echoes in her ears as she tosses the gun down and picks up her knife. It limply hangs from her shaky hand. She takes a step back, looking around.
She’s surrounded by dead bodies. All her work.
It was too easy. It scared her. If she could do this…. what else could she do? She’s not a violent person.
Liliya doesn’t realize just how long she was standing there until a hand lands on her shoulder, squeezing gently. Reassuring.
*this time around, it wasn’t Blaze. It was a girl with black hair and bright yellow eyes. Hell, her and Blaze could’ve been identical. Blaze was just paler with blue eyes and white hair.*
Damn, you sure fucked them all up!
*A voice said from above. That was Blaze, hanging from something before jumping down. He looked like he was in gear, with a X on the side of his suit*
Blaze-
Whaaat? It’s the truth! But uh… yeah… that was pretty badass Liliya
Liliya had worked for nine months for this. She trained with her dad. She trained with Yelena. Ava. John. Even Alexei.
And now, finally, they’re bringing her along on a mission. A simple one, of course. Intel, mostly. She was instructed to take out any Hydra agents who showed their faces.
Liliya didn’t exactly expect any to actually show up. But she fights. Her movements fluid, graceful, but deadly with the knife in her hand, the gun having run out of ammo long ago.
She forgot how brutal she could be. How ruthless. Not even flinching at the blood when it splatters on her hands, her face. Not at first, at least.
One last agent tries to fight her. This one’s cocky. She gets him to the ground, knee against his chest. She’s ready to slit his throat or stab him or something. And then he says something that sends a shiver down her spine.
“Little Winter…. still so much like your father.”
She freezes, staring down at him. He takes advantage of this, flipping them over, wrestling the knife from her hand.
Liliya yells, headbutting him, shoving her knee up between them, right where it hurts. She manages to slip his gun from his holster, and she stands, kicking him down and shooting him in the dead center of his forehead. She then unloads the gun, letting the bullets clatter to the ground.
Little Winter. The name echoes in her ears as she tosses the gun down and picks up her knife. It limply hangs from her shaky hand. She takes a step back, looking around.
She’s surrounded by dead bodies. All her work.
It was too easy. It scared her. If she could do this…. what else could she do? She’s not a violent person.
Liliya doesn’t realize just how long she was standing there until a hand lands on her shoulder, squeezing gently. Reassuring.
*this time around, it wasn’t Blaze. It was a girl with black hair and bright yellow eyes. Hell, her and Blaze could’ve been identical. Blaze was just paler with blue eyes and white hair.*
Damn, you sure fucked them all up!
*A voice said from above. That was Blaze, hanging from something before jumping down. He looked like he was in gear, with a X on the side of his suit*
Blaze-
Whaaat? It’s the truth! But uh… yeah… that was pretty badass Liliya
Liliya had taken a few months to really get comfortable in her new home. She even branched out and explored the city.
Her dad had gotten her a phone when she started going out more, and Yelena got her a small bottle of pepper spray, though John mocked her for it- Liliya had beaten his ass before, so he severely doubted any rando could get the drop on her.
But they let her go and explore, some of her dad's money in her pocket (even though she felt reluctant to take it).
One night, she comes home pretty late (it's not like she has a curfew, though), a huge smile on her face.
no pressure: @ifucksteverogers @theoneandonlyblaze @justbob-notbobby @johnwalker-usagent @macaroni-enthusiast @official-redguardian @winter-solstice-soldier @usagent-walker
*in typical blaze fashion, the boy was in the window, staring right at her like those weird statues on really old buildings. He tilted his head and just… stare… like the little strange creature he is.*
*He jumps in with a weird type of elegance you wouldn’t assume someone like him would actually have and dusts himself off.*
Climbed.
*he said simply, having a very slight smirk on his face already knowing that she was more then likely gonna ask how (he doesn’t. He’s just assuming and wanting to slightly show off the big dork*
"Thanks, but I don't really know what I like yet, I guess." Liliya says, plopping down in her desk chair, spinning it around once. "Still figuring that out, believe it or not."
" I figured it out! I most definitely like girls." She exclaims.
"Also!! Earlier, I bumped into this girl, and I think she was flirting. She bought me a coffee and gave me her number and she was like... really sweet." Liliya rambles, excited to share this with a friend.
Honestly, she's excited to have a friend to share this with.
She giggles, excited, immediately rambling about her, describing her down to every small detail that she can remember, which is about 99.9%. Cus, y'know, super spy training and all.
But right now, she doesn't feel like a young adult who was brought up in a ruthless organization. She feels like a giggly teenager for the first time ever.
Liliya had taken a few months to really get comfortable in her new home. She even branched out and explored the city.
Her dad had gotten her a phone when she started going out more, and Yelena got her a small bottle of pepper spray, though John mocked her for it- Liliya had beaten his ass before, so he severely doubted any rando could get the drop on her.
But they let her go and explore, some of her dad's money in her pocket (even though she felt reluctant to take it).
One night, she comes home pretty late (it's not like she has a curfew, though), a huge smile on her face.
no pressure: @ifucksteverogers @theoneandonlyblaze @justbob-notbobby @johnwalker-usagent @macaroni-enthusiast @official-redguardian @winter-solstice-soldier @usagent-walker
*in typical blaze fashion, the boy was in the window, staring right at her like those weird statues on really old buildings. He tilted his head and just… stare… like the little strange creature he is.*
*He jumps in with a weird type of elegance you wouldn’t assume someone like him would actually have and dusts himself off.*
Climbed.
*he said simply, having a very slight smirk on his face already knowing that she was more then likely gonna ask how (he doesn’t. He’s just assuming and wanting to slightly show off the big dork*
"Thanks, but I don't really know what I like yet, I guess." Liliya says, plopping down in her desk chair, spinning it around once. "Still figuring that out, believe it or not."
" I figured it out! I most definitely like girls." She exclaims.
"Also!! Earlier, I bumped into this girl, and I think she was flirting. She bought me a coffee and gave me her number and she was like... really sweet." Liliya rambles, excited to share this with a friend.
Honestly, she's excited to have a friend to share this with.
Liliya had taken a few months to really get comfortable in her new home. She even branched out and explored the city.
Her dad had gotten her a phone when she started going out more, and Yelena got her a small bottle of pepper spray, though John mocked her for it- Liliya had beaten his ass before, so he severely doubted any rando could get the drop on her.
But they let her go and explore, some of her dad's money in her pocket (even though she felt reluctant to take it).
One night, she comes home pretty late (it's not like she has a curfew, though), a huge smile on her face.
no pressure: @ifucksteverogers @theoneandonlyblaze @justbob-notbobby @johnwalker-usagent @macaroni-enthusiast @official-redguardian @winter-solstice-soldier @usagent-walker
*in typical blaze fashion, the boy was in the window, staring right at her like those weird statues on really old buildings. He tilted his head and just… stare… like the little strange creature he is.*
*He jumps in with a weird type of elegance you wouldn’t assume someone like him would actually have and dusts himself off.*
Climbed.
*he said simply, having a very slight smirk on his face already knowing that she was more then likely gonna ask how (he doesn’t. He’s just assuming and wanting to slightly show off the big dork*
"Thanks, but I don't really know what I like yet, I guess." Liliya says, plopping down in her desk chair, spinning it around once. "Still figuring that out, believe it or not."
