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[ yelena takes a moment to consider that, she's not wrong. she nods her head in agreement. but it was at least fun and she basically got kicked out of a restaurant. it's funny. ] Good point. [ she says, draining her glass just as the bartender places another in front of her. yelena mumbles a quick 'thank you' in russian before she can catch herself. ]
[ the touch catches her off-guard and it stops her. it's gentle and kind, she's not used to gestures of comfort. she's never been afforded the luxury of it. she tenses for only a moment before relaxing and letting the ghost of a smile cross her face. ]
It-- [ 'doesn't feel like I'm allowed.' ] It doesn't feel like it. I know it's normal but sometimes it hurts so much I think... maybe I shouldn't. I, uh, [ she pauses, unsure if she wants to say it out loud or how it would sound. ] barely knew her.
Edited 2021-08-07 23:16 (UTC)
[Nobody expects Molly Hooper
Molly doesn't see any point in lying - she hates liars, honestly, and omitting would just be counter productive. She didn't expect Yelena to jump to SUCH hard-hitting questions right away . And maybe only now in hindsight is she realizing maybe they were just examples and maybe she did the textual equivalent of showing someone her bleeding heart, but...well Yelena's still talking to her, so that's good. Molly's used to getting half-hearted conversations that drop off into the abyss.
Molly is painfully scarce on female friends but she's rubbish with meeting new people/befriending people.]
Any particular kind of singer? What does freedom look like to you?
....really? You're not just saying that?
Molly doesn't see any point in lying - she hates liars, honestly, and omitting would just be counter productive. She didn't expect Yelena to jump to SUCH hard-hitting questions right away . And maybe only now in hindsight is she realizing maybe they were just examples and maybe she did the textual equivalent of showing someone her bleeding heart, but...well Yelena's still talking to her, so that's good. Molly's used to getting half-hearted conversations that drop off into the abyss.
Molly is painfully scarce on female friends but she's rubbish with meeting new people/befriending people.]
Any particular kind of singer? What does freedom look like to you?
....really? You're not just saying that?
Doesn't mean it should hurt any less.
[wanda tilts her head to the side, trying to catch a hint of anything on yelena's face, but knows that such prolonged action can lead to a sentiment of pushing into someone else's privacy—especially when they're hurting—so she stops.
she pulls her hand away and grabs at the glass in front of her, bringing it close to her face for a sniff. it gives her enough confidence to drink from it, though her face pinches slightly at the taste.]
Perhaps it is even worse. Makes you think about the moments you could have had together. Or do you think you should belittle your pain?
[wanda tilts her head to the side, trying to catch a hint of anything on yelena's face, but knows that such prolonged action can lead to a sentiment of pushing into someone else's privacy—especially when they're hurting—so she stops.
she pulls her hand away and grabs at the glass in front of her, bringing it close to her face for a sniff. it gives her enough confidence to drink from it, though her face pinches slightly at the taste.]
Perhaps it is even worse. Makes you think about the moments you could have had together. Or do you think you should belittle your pain?
I think it's better to be a realist, if I'm gonna be completely honest.
Sometimes it feels like your own shit is too much. Or that you're dealing with it so constantly that it must be boring for others to hear about it. But I think others- or at least those who care about you, they wanna help. They doesn't see it as a bother.
But in the end, yeah. We're all responsible for our own bullshit.
Sometimes it feels like your own shit is too much. Or that you're dealing with it so constantly that it must be boring for others to hear about it. But I think others- or at least those who care about you, they wanna help. They doesn't see it as a bother.
But in the end, yeah. We're all responsible for our own bullshit.
Edited 2021-08-08 01:45 (UTC)
Ok, but it’s going to sound really weird.
Basically, I was stuck in a magic sitcom reality and I punched a guy who was trying to force me into a circus act.
Basically, I was stuck in a magic sitcom reality and I punched a guy who was trying to force me into a circus act.
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[ yelena raises an eyebrow, impressed that anywhere in america would stay open that long. she's been there long enough to know that the free market is brutal. ] I'm surprised anything could stay open that long. [ she mumbles more to herself than bucky. she looks at him with a devious little smile though: ] It was so fucking long ago. [ she adds, knowing damn well that she's calling him old in the process. ]
Spicy mustard? [ she asks, looking down at the newly presented hotdogs. yelena tries not to make a face and fails. they don't look entirely disgusting but the sauerkraut is the most unappetizing thing she's seen in awhile. they still smell good and she's reluctant to let him know otherwise and keeps her expression a static unimpressed disgusted. ]
This is a very weird combination, I hope you know. [ she says as she reaches for a hotdog, still skeptical but thrown by the delicious smell. any hesitance she has is mostly rooted in not wanting to be wrong about sauerkraut. ]
[ yelena has spent a lot of her life pretending to be someone else. being forced to be someone else. she doesn't want to waste time on pleasantries and it's a tough pill for most people to swallow.
she appreciates the honesty. even if she's not sure how to handle it. ]
Any kind, I was too little to know the difference.
Freedom was being at home, a home that didn't exist anymore. [ she thinks it's vague enough, yelena isn't afraid of her past but she is protective of it. ]
I don't say things I don't mean
she appreciates the honesty. even if she's not sure how to handle it. ]
Any kind, I was too little to know the difference.
Freedom was being at home, a home that didn't exist anymore. [ she thinks it's vague enough, yelena isn't afraid of her past but she is protective of it. ]
I don't say things I don't mean
I guess. [ she says quietly. it's hard to convey how she feels too distant from nat. how she thinks the avengers have more claim over her because they knew her. as much as she could be known. but even in her head it sounds wrong because in her own way, yelena did know natasha.
maybe she's just insecure and grieving everything she can never have with a sister she loved more than anyone. the touch is fleeting but comforting and yelena finds herself feeling just a little more relaxed after it. she smirks at the face wanda makes, the vodka in america is bad but yelena takes her shot with a straight face. ]
No. I think you're right, the worst part is... all the things we will never experience. All that we will not know about each other.
maybe she's just insecure and grieving everything she can never have with a sister she loved more than anyone. the touch is fleeting but comforting and yelena finds herself feeling just a little more relaxed after it. she smirks at the face wanda makes, the vodka in america is bad but yelena takes her shot with a straight face. ]
No. I think you're right, the worst part is... all the things we will never experience. All that we will not know about each other.
What songs did you like to sing? Radio or your own?
Okay but you said 'was'. What's freedom look like now, if that's okay to ask?
....Yeah okay that's true. Sorry for questioning it, that honestly says more about me than it does about you
[some people are just made of tougher stuff, drinking vodka with a straight face and all that. wanda hesitates momentarily, and leans into the countertop; arms crossed, elbows on the surface.]
The future seems even more uncertain, but there is much more you can do to honor your sister's memory.
[because, at this point, that's what they have left over, pitiful and tiny as it may seem.]
Maybe not the best of circumstances, and likely very difficult to get started on. Can I ask how long has it been since you lost her?
The future seems even more uncertain, but there is much more you can do to honor your sister's memory.
[because, at this point, that's what they have left over, pitiful and tiny as it may seem.]
Maybe not the best of circumstances, and likely very difficult to get started on. Can I ask how long has it been since you lost her?
Yeah, my social confidence is...lacking these days.
If you're interested in singing again, I know a decent pub with a karaoke night. Totally up to you, though. I get it if maybe you want to do something different for enjoyment
If you're interested in singing again, I know a decent pub with a karaoke night. Totally up to you, though. I get it if maybe you want to do something different for enjoyment
( he's surprised too, really, but he can't find it in him to complain. the smell was practically the same as it used to be, some other new desserts in the mix, but ultimately, it felt like home. walking out the front door had been like slamming back down to earth, mentally.
her defiance brings an amused smile to his lips and he shrugs as she tries to act like she isn't hungry enough to try it anyway now. god, she's precious. )
Yeah, I know, but, if you think about it, the recipe is just as old as those bakeries, so. ( he shrugs. ) Might be weird, but must be delicious to stick around so long.
her defiance brings an amused smile to his lips and he shrugs as she tries to act like she isn't hungry enough to try it anyway now. god, she's precious. )
Yeah, I know, but, if you think about it, the recipe is just as old as those bakeries, so. ( he shrugs. ) Might be weird, but must be delicious to stick around so long.
I know. [ she says simply, placing the empty glass down on the bar. she makes eye contact with the bartender and nods for another. ] But it doesn't make me feel any less... powerless. I guess death is sort of bullshit like that.
[ yelena huffs out a laugh at her observation and leans against the bar to look at wanda. she rests her head on her hand and watches the other woman. she can see the weight of grief on her. she didn't mean for this to become about her grief but it is a constant. she sits up straight when the bartender returns with her drink.
it gives her a moment to consider what she wants to say next. yelena doesn't know how to explain that she's the younger, unknown sister of natasha romanoff. ]
You know the [ she gestures with her fingers ] "blip"? I came back and... she was not here. Just an empty grave and a tombstone. [ yelena smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes. ]
[ yelena huffs out a laugh at her observation and leans against the bar to look at wanda. she rests her head on her hand and watches the other woman. she can see the weight of grief on her. she didn't mean for this to become about her grief but it is a constant. she sits up straight when the bartender returns with her drink.
it gives her a moment to consider what she wants to say next. yelena doesn't know how to explain that she's the younger, unknown sister of natasha romanoff. ]
You know the [ she gestures with her fingers ] "blip"? I came back and... she was not here. Just an empty grave and a tombstone. [ yelena smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes. ]
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