A KISS TO THE TEMPLE, FAMILIAR AND GENTLE; practiced she doesn’t lean into it. Doesn’t soften. Just sits there — spine straight, eyes fixed on the page in front of her, slender fingers hover near the corner, unmoving. Not flipping the page. Not yet.
“ You cancelled without asking me. ” not an accusation — a notation. Voice flat. Cool. Observational. Like she’s logging the moment for later dissection. Like she’s been logging a lot of things lately.
Chin lifts slow as brow arches in that way that says she’s already caught the shift and she’s just waiting to see if he’s going to lie about it.
“ thought we didn’t change plans. Not unless there was a reason. ”
Her gaze drops — not to his face, but to his hands. Just his hands. The way they move over the desk — too smooth. Too deliberate. Like choreography, not habit. Silence stretches in the space between them. She lets it. Lets it breathe. Sees how he fills it.
“ you cooking for me, or keeping me inside ?? ” A thread pulled — light on the surface, but the weight is there. Tucked just beneath the delivery. Not a joke. Not really. Just testing the water for cracks in the reflection.
Her fingers drum once — just once — against the side of her leg. A quiet slip. The kind of tell she’d normally scold herself for. Sharp inhale, composure rethreaded, neat and sharp.
Then, softer than the rest, like it wasn’t meant to cut but it still might, “ ... you always move like that when you’re lying ”
smiles and footsteps alike are another part of the new batch of things to be choreographed around james's wife. he cranes his head down as he stands behind her chair , hand resting just at the crook of her neck as he presses a kiss to her temple. soft. from here he can sense the air of suspicion that has only grown stronger since he'd returned from the inner circle.
“ you hurt me , “ a teasing lilt juxtaposes the sharpness of her own blade. he pulls away and circles her chair to face her now , resting his weight against the desk. eyes flicker , scan , over open folders. names. dates. recent whereabouts. one hand closes a folder , nudging it neatly into a stack of papers opposite him. “ i know it's sunday — our day — but i was thinking we could stay in tonight , let me cook dinner for us. “ words leave evenly as he casts a sideglance to may as if to watch her reaction.
but that was the catch , wasn't it ? that she could just as easily read james as he could read her. “ i cancelled our dance date with tom an‘ louise. promised them a raincheck an‘ a drink. “
Because we know in the comics she's in and out of stasis for near 21 years only being let out for assignments/assassinations and experimental procedures. I am convinced they are talking about project: changeling
When melina talks about a project in conjuction with the winter soldier project and she mentions about a brain being dissected and reconstructed and I can't help but imagine how that was Yelizaveta
@r5dacted liked this for a small thing
A MINUTE QUIRK OF A BROW ; though a smile does break, uneven as her gaze watches Yelena ❛ you want something ?? Just ask for it ❜ Eliza repeated, leaning against the kitchen counter, head cocking to side ❛ you could've just knocked instead of breaking and entering into my place like this ❜
Yeliza is ordering pizza, what does your muse want ??
Just a quick clarification for anyone writing or plotting with me — Yes, Yeliza did marry her universe’s Bucky Barnes and they did a daughter together (RIP). That said, she fully understands that every Bucky variant is different, with their own unique backgrounds, experiences, and lives. She doesn’t see any of them as a replacement for her husband, and they definitely aren’t automatically shipped just because of who he was to her. There’s so much more room for different dynamics between them, depending on the story we build together!
mmmm I want more things so like this for a dynamics call and I'll slide into your DMs
private, indie, selective, E L I Z A V E T A O S B O R N, M A Y H E M “ the reason i tell that story is that history mustn’t forget that i’m the bad guy” of marvel comics earth 982 && 616. heavily headcanon based with some mcu influences. W E B B E D B Y Y A M , mid-20s , she/they. A S T U D Y O N: loss of innocent , ptsd && the darkness within
› TENSION LINER PROMPTS
"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?"
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)