Eyes Watching The Movement Of The Other, she Notes The Furrowing
Eyes watching the movement of the other, she notes the furrowing brow. She understands, akin. they are both a product of war. beneath their skin, the trenches run deep, filled with blood and mud. A potent brew at the back of the tongue; war tastes the same no matter who fights it.
Sharp inhale, cold wind settles within lungs. Trust doesn't come easy yet something nestled between the others words allows Eliza to relax. Posture softens a little, shoulders lowering. “ hmm ” a beat, “ okay, good ... but I will ask you something then. If you weren't following the rumours of a monster that resides up here ... then why are you here ?? ” russian lit drips from her words as she leans back into her seat, curiosity raises a brow towards the other. If the pale blonde wasn't looking for the dormant beast within then what ... Lips twitch into a smile --------- still unsteady, still unsure --------- “ look, you're welcome to spend the night. I have supplies. Take what you need but I will need you gone by the morning ”
whatever they told you , it’s a lie .
❝ I'm getting so tired of hearing those words. ❞ Mumbled mostly to herself. Under her breath in a thick accent that can be recognized anywhere. She used to be more cautious about it. Better at masking the accent. ( she gave up on that when it became less of a problem. ) Pale blonde head turns to look over her shoulder to @spybiote. Her brow furrowed , as if trying to read and animals behavior. Maybe that was what she was doing. ( maybe that was simply what she had done by default for so long. ) She's ready to hear her out at least. She of all people would know what that's like. ❝ Я последний человек, которого вам нужно в этом убеждать. ❞ It's not cruel. Not angry. But serious. The only mode she seemed to have anymore. There had been a time when that face lit up bright as fresh winter snow. Now it only wore expressions of caution , and exhaustion. ❝ We don't have to talk about it. I won't ask questions. ❞
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Yelizaveta && Bucky Barnes' daughter.
Mila Barnes was born in the middle of the apocalypse. Born from an unlikely relationship between Bucky Barnes and Yelizaveta Osborn. She was everything. Yeliza’s whole reason for breathing. Mila had her dad’s soft, blue eyes and her mom’s stubborn jaw, already a little sparkplug before she could even walk. Funny, bossy, so sure of herself. In ways Yeliza admired. Even when everything around them was falling apart, Mila made it feel like maybe — maybe — they could survive it.
But the world didn’t care.
Mila was only five years old when it all finally came crashing down. The symbiote war got worse, the raids more brutal. One night, another camp came for them — and when it was over, Bucky and Mila were gone. Just like that. Yeliza was left behind, with nothing but blood on her hands and a grief she has never gotten past. She doesn't want too.
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a beat of silence; watching him dig his own grave deeper and deeper. she knows the truth. he knows she knows the truth. they’ve played this game before and it never ends well for james.
Sharp inhale as she leans back into her seat “ are you going to tell me the truth or am I going to have to make you ?? ” an eyebrow quirks, decidedly amused look. even then, there is something sharp in the way she smiles.
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the silence stretches on, elastic, grains of sand slipping one by one through the hourglass opening, until a sigh shatters it. “ remind me again why i put up with you ?? ”
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CAININES SHARP ENOUGH TO TEAR THROUGH FLESH; now sheathed beneath pink stained lips of a rehearsed smile. ❛ have y'know ... ever considered not bothering me ?? ❜ her tone is curt yet her smile doesn’t falter. Her gaze swerves to take in her surroundings , before settling back onto natasha ❛ i'm retired, so the answer to whatever the reason you came here for the answer is no ❜
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❝ i’m fine. just... blurry. ❞
❝ how long have i been awake? ❞
❝ i’m not even tired anymore. that’s the scary part. ❞
❝ sorry, what were you saying? i spaced out. ❞
❝ do my eyes look as bad as they feel? ❞
❝ i swear i just blinked. was that a nap? ❞
❝ i think my thoughts are melting. ❞
❝ caffeine is basically my blood type at this point. ❞
❝ i can’t tell if i’m hallucinating or dreaming with my eyes open. ❞
❝ i should sleep. but if i stop, i’m afraid i won’t start again. ❞
❝ don’t let me fall asleep here. seriously. ❞
❝ i’m running on fumes and bad decisions. ❞
❝ every time i close my eyes, it feels like i’m falling. ❞
❝ i forgot what rested feels like. ❞
❝ if i sleep, i’ll miss everything. ❞
❝ i’m too tired to be mad… so congrats, i guess. ❞
❝ i can’t think straight. not with this fog in my head. ❞
❝ my body’s here, but the rest of me checked out hours ago. ❞
❝ sleep is a luxury i can’t afford right now. ❞
❝ i think i’m dreaming. wait... am i dreaming? ❞
❝ my nightmares are waiting for me. i’d rather stay awake. ❞
❝ i need to rest, but resting feels like surrender. ❞
❝ there’s no peace when i close my eyes. ❞
❝ i’m scared to sleep. i’m scared of what’s waiting in the dark. ❞
❝ i can’t stop. if i do, everything falls apart. ❞
❝ don’t ask if i’m okay—just lie with me for a little while. ❞
❝ i didn’t mean to snap. i’m just... so tired. ❞
❝ sleep doesn’t help anymore. it just delays the crash. ❞
❝ the world feels louder when you haven’t slept. ❞
❝ i’m unraveling, thread by thread. ❞
❝ every second awake feels like it’s clawing at my brain. ❞
❝ i’m afraid if i close my eyes, you’ll be gone when i wake up. ❞
❝ i’ve been running on survival mode for too long. ❞
❝ this isn’t living, this is drifting. ❞
❝ sometimes being awake hurts less than the dreams. ❞
❝ i don’t know if i’m tired or if i’m just... done. ❞
❝ my thoughts keep looping like a broken record. ❞
❝ i keep thinking maybe i’ll rest when it’s all over. ❞
❝ i can’t sleep. not when you’re still hurting. ❞
❝ i keep waiting for morning, but it never comes. ❞
❝ my body aches like grief. ❞
❝ i’m holding on. barely. ❞
❝ i’m so tired, i forgot why i started this. ❞
Maybe we’ve both gone mad.
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