[ she meets elektra's eyes when the door opens, but the contact quickly breaks. the gratitude is in the momentary flicker of her fingers against elektra's wrist, covered in that borrowed sweater, as she passes by into the dwelling. it's as much in thanks as it is for grounding herself in the moment, in space and time.
she's seen too much, and she doesn't feel contained within her skin. ]
May I?
[ but she's already sitting on the couch before asking permission. ]
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she's seen too much, and she doesn't feel contained within her skin. ]
May I?
[ but she's already sitting on the couch before asking permission. ]