She had donned her costume tonight, and positioned herself above the city. The breeze from this height felt good, familiar, her inky black tresses gently flowing behind her before she’d turned to the sound in the shadows.
“Did I know you before this memory loss, Frank?”
“Differently?”
Her brow furrows deeper; clearly she hadn’t noticed anything if it was the case.
“What’s happened?”
“Lots that required spilling.”
She hasn’t seen him for a while — not the one she expected to be lurking in the Kitchen’s shadows.
Elektra nods, glancing back over at his poppies.
“Hm. Okay. Well if you want to investigate any more places, I’ll tag along.”
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𝓣here are scars on my body that never healed. But they remind me of something important: every wound is proof that I survived the last fight.
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She watches him go — a soft exhale from her lips once she’s left alone with her thoughts. Before anything else, she finishes her coffee, taking her time with the silence, before she gets dressed. Frank had left her some jeans and a black long sleeved top; her size, with no idea —
— he’d gotten the clothing from. There’s a faint scent of woman’s perfume on them.
Returning to the main area of the bunker, she pauses a moment. Now would be the ideal time to snoop around, to see what other things Frank has hidden in this place he’s made for —
She stores his comment about a devil away — for now. Taking another sip of her coffee as he moves to put his coat on.
“Depends on where you’re going.” She asks, moving out of the kitchen area — if it can be called that.
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Around the stool was a long-tailed black leather trench coat. Taking it by the collar, he'd effortlessly glide it around his back as he headed towards an upward hill of steps. "Look, I'm headed out; you can stay or come, but you do put on some pants first... or just underwear."
The mug is slid over to her, and she lifts it into her hands; letting the warmth permeate through the ceramic to her. He asks if she’d seen a devil; Elektra taking a sip of the hot coffee before she answers. It gives her a moment to think. Did she see a devil? She remembers —
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"In these dreams.." he started, following with a short, yet poignant pause which added a layer of dramatization to his words. ".. you ever seen a devil?"







