Maybe we’ve both gone mad.
1899 | The Pyramid (1.06)
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"I dare you to try."
"Do you always get close?"
"You’re pushing my limits."
"Stop looking at me like that."
"I’m losing control here."
"You have no idea, do you?"
"I can’t resist you anymore."
"Stay back, or don’t."
"I know what you want."
"This is getting dangerous now."
"You’re too tempting for me."
"I shouldn’t want this, but…"
"I don’t play fair, remember?"
"Careful, you’re testing me."
"You’re just making it worse."
"You’re too close for comfort."
"Do you always push buttons?"
"Stop before I kiss you."
"You’re making it too hard."
"I can’t stop thinking about you."
"I want you too much."
"You know exactly what you’re doing."
"I’m not playing games here."
"You’ve crossed the line now."
"Keep pushing, and you’ll regret it."
"This is dangerous, isn’t it?"
"I’m trying not to care."
"Don’t make me regret this."
"You’re playing with fire."
"You don’t know what’s coming."
"I shouldn’t be this close."
"We’re getting dangerously close now."
"I can feel the heat."
"Don’t test me right now."
"I want you too badly."
"Don’t make me chase you."
"You’re distracting me, you know."
"I won’t fall for this."
"I want you, but…"
"What do you want from me?"
"I’ll never give in."
"I’m trying not to care."
"You’re playing with my patience."
"Don’t make this harder, please."
"I can’t stop this feeling."
"I’m already in too deep."
"You won’t walk away unscathed."
"You’re walking a fine line."
"I’m trying to stay calm."
"What are you doing to me?"
KILLING EVE (2018) — “I’ll Deal With Him Later” (S01E02)
𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝚈 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙴: 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊 ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ɴᴇᴛꜰʟɪx ꜱʜᴏᴡ ꜱ1 x ᴇ4: ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜɴᴇʀᴀʟꜱ
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. ❞
The butterfly effect is crazy bc what do you mean if i hadn't started writing on tumblr I wouldn't have met some of my closest friends (and my literal wife)
it should be illegal to work weekends
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NOSE SCRUNCHES WHEN THE OTHER COMES IN; Eliza couldn't help but get the feeling that Laura was looking for her. Perhaps the events that unfolded some 45 minutes ago and the two unconscious men on the roof of the bar might have something to do with it. Still, Eliza was determined to finish her beer first.
She grips the neck of the bottle she was nursing, peeling it from the sticky surface below ❛ whats with the long face ?? ❜ smile falters some as she turns in her seat to face the other
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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 ❜
* ━━━━━━━━━━━━ @espercr: ‘ let’s go again. ’
SQUARED SHOULDERS DROP SLOWLY; strikes are measured, restrained, her hand a breath away from delivering a blow that would send the other sprawling. Aware of the line between teaching and hurting, holding back just enough to keep the lesson intact.
Sharp inhale as hands lowering back to her sides, her posture relaxes “ okay , if you're sure ?? ” she pauses minutely to grab her water bottle “ lets take fifteen, get some water and we can go over how you're doing so far. ”
Also, a reminder yeliza is a symbiote-hybrid, there is no "other" it is just her