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( Matt has been both keeping tabs on Elektra and simultaneously avoiding her. he reasons the smartest thing he could possibly do is ignore her; she has been out of his life for years and it's probably better if his afterlife follows suit. he can't completely, though; she knows too much, and despite the fact he's still shamed by how much he'd needed her (half of why he's been avoiding her), Matt can't shake the memory of her hand wrapped around his like an anchor in the darkness.

(he can't forget waking from a disoriented stupor on a couch with her smirking at him, either.)

it's been a few days before he breaks the silence. he almost can't help himself; knowing she's there, it proves impossible to just ignore her. )

Interesting username.

[ wanda has been mulling this over for a while. she's more than hesitant (absolutely afraid) to venture back out into the forest again after what happened during the expedition — every night she sees eleven's face, pieces of eleven — but she's equally smothered and claustrophobic in town.

she doesn't trust will as much as you could fill a teaspoon, and robin... there's no telling.

the only people who don't seem to give her That Look about the whole thing are elektra and matt. elektra because of who she is; matt — well, his eyes aren't the most expressive behind those shades, but he doesn't flex his jaw in a probing way, either. they know how to fold things up, let her process, let her make the first move — while they deal with their own quandaries.

they both remind her of home.

so it's to elektra's door she comes with this idea, to finally get out. more or less.
she knocks three times, not too late at night. ]

( they've spent the past few days in isolation. Elektra's hallucinations have lessened since the first night, the bandana has been off for awhile and slowly the voices in both of their heads are starting to fade. despite the fact they might have been able to rough it alone after the first night, neither had any interest in enforcing the distance. it's not the first time they've taken shelter from the veritable storm of Beacon, though it's certainly different from the last time.

after touching the proof of her scars and having her fall asleep in his arms, there was little point in going back to detachment. touch seemed to help Elektra fight past the hallucinations, and Matt is happy to give her that tether if she needs it. besides, having her close is a comfort to him as much as it is to her. he's felt her coming back to him, piece by piece. even if he could go back and try it again, hide things better, stay more detached... he wouldn't.

sooner or later, though, the unspoken has to be said. the relative peace they've been living in will be broken, they can't just hole up in his cabin forever. and before Elektra leaves him he wants to know.

now seems like a good a time as any. they're not in bed, for once — they're on his dated and dusty couch, Elektra's head in his lap. he's listening to updates on the tablet, the volume quiet enough she probably doesn't even hear it. he'll update her occasionally on something interesting, but really there's not a lot to report. she's quiet and surprisingly complacent to just lay against him, though she seems calm and centered. like her attention is in the moment, with him, not off in her memories or on something in her head. once the last message reels off he turns off the tablet, putting it aside and brushing some hair behind her ear. he's silent for a moment, fingers just lingering behind her ear, before he finally says it. )

Were you ever going to tell me you still love me? ( she's told him everything, extensively. she's detailed a long stretch of memories he never got to live. yet, somehow, that little fact stayed silent, even if she telegraphs it in the way she treats him and the stutter of her heartbeat when he's close. he could be wrong, he's tried to convince himself of that for months. but he doesn't think he is. )

Hey.

You seen a kid around lately? Teenaged, long hair... shorter than me. Goes by Grizz.

( he has to ask this, because he wants to be wrong. that even though Matt himself hasn't been able to pin him down, that he's getting worried over nothing. )

( even though "delivered" is a strong word for "left stuff around their house for Elektra to find."

it's all just subtly there now. a very expensive bottle of tequila in the kitchen. some orchid perfume just magically found its way in behind the mirror in the hideously salmon colored bathroom.

and a pair of twin sai nicely nestled in the drawer she's claimed as her "what i'd wear if i need to fuck somebody up" drawer.

it's not for christmas, exactly, but also, merry christmas, babe. )

[ it's raining, but wanda barely notices the water soaking into her skin, clinging to her hair — she knocks on elektra's door, trying to keep her focus on what's solid in front of her. ]

[ soon after law had finally waken up in the submarine, got himself out of the seat he'd been strapped to, and come to the conclusion he was no longer in immediate danger of dying...

well, to be fair, the first thing he had done was go back to the inn and see cora-san.

the second was to keep the promise he'd made back there in helix.

it's nearly night (for as much as that means nothing here in perpetual darkness) when he makes it to the church — he'd been told that was where resurrected people woke up in, and he remembers still, the dead man, and the way the woman he'd helped had stuck to his side.

when he gets closer, it's easy enough to sense her presence there, too, so he pushes open the door (not teleporting inside, he'd seen how she fought, not keen to surprise her like that) and calls out, deadpan, ]

The doctor will see you now.

[ look he has plenty sympathy for elektra waiting for matt to be resurrected and he may even express that eventually... for now, though, there's just him being a gremlin. ]

TEXT | un: HK

backdated ( prompting exploration ).

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TEXT, @HK (sorry for this disaster all over her inbox lmao)

"Delivered" sometime after the ferry arrival.

post-memories (and still suffering effects of lanterns, tbhhhh)

backdated to the second day after helix return