( it is his preference, actually. he could have done voice over text, it'd have been easier, and yet... text gives him more time to think, time he might need. Elektra is a riddle he's never quite figured out, or at least, hadn't figured out correctly.
there was a time where he thought he knew her like the back of his hand, but that was a long time ago. )
I'll be here.
( he's got nothing better to do. when she arrives, she doesn't even have to knock, he's been waiting (more like pacing) by the door, and opens it the second she steps on the creaky board by the front door. once she's inside he shuts it again behind the both of them. her heartbeat is strong and familiar, and he hates it. )
This is as bright as it gets. I didn't bother with a torch. ( it's just an excuse to fill the silence. he walks toward the table with only one nonbroken chair to retrieve the whiskey he's been neglecting. ) Who starts? You, or me? ( he'd suggested the talking, but she agreed. it seems they both have things to say. he can't imagine what she's planning and it bothers him, but the burn of whiskey doesn't make him feel much better. )
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there was a time where he thought he knew her like the back of his hand, but that was a long time ago. )
I'll be here.
( he's got nothing better to do. when she arrives, she doesn't even have to knock, he's been waiting (more like pacing) by the door, and opens it the second she steps on the creaky board by the front door. once she's inside he shuts it again behind the both of them. her heartbeat is strong and familiar, and he hates it. )
This is as bright as it gets. I didn't bother with a torch. ( it's just an excuse to fill the silence. he walks toward the table with only one nonbroken chair to retrieve the whiskey he's been neglecting. ) Who starts? You, or me? ( he'd suggested the talking, but she agreed. it seems they both have things to say. he can't imagine what she's planning and it bothers him, but the burn of whiskey doesn't make him feel much better. )