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⠀ ⠀ The 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 is your 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏* ⠀ And ( 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 ) is what makes you ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˗`ˏ 𝑼 𝑵 𝑰 𝑸 𝑼 𝑬 ˎˊ˗ 𐩐・┆𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐀 ⠀ ⠀𖠄 ༐ ┄┄─ 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 Mirelle ↻ [&] ♡

| if marvel turns yelena into a joke/comic relief character I might just die.

|| yelena in the white suit— I can die peacefully

|| going to be a bit inactive here for a little bit :/ Just super busy right now

“but we followed it . . . 𝐈 ( follow ) it . “ 𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 she believes , that she can’t possibly be anything else . though maybe the chains of her mind are 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 than that of the Red Room . “ you’ve changed though, 𝘻𝘪𝘮𝘯𝘪𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘢𝘵, I can tell . “

she got a new 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒆 —— it’s called 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 . do you like it ?

aw , ( 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒖𝒏 *)

she’s speechless . out of all the things she was trained for ; the countless circumstances to be encountered , 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 was never on the list . “ you confuse me . . . “ at this point she didn’t even have a name for him . it seemed he was no longer the ‘ soldier ‘ .

she ponders for a moment , 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 ? why would she allow anyone , ( 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒎 ) , to look through the window of her thoughts ? “ 𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒎 𝑰 . “ she pauses . it seems they’re both with inner conflict . “ thank you . . “

he 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨. she doesn’t have to do a lot of things , only she 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 to do them , and in turn faces the consequences of her actions , be it good or bad . and so she raises the question ; ——— 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 ?

( 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ? ) just slightly , but security mostly . he’s given her a place to land . “ why would you ever want that ? “ At this point she’s embarrassed ; the weakness cannot show. her posture has changed , her tone . . 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏.

𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨 she isn’t his 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 contact , 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨 anybody else in the world would be better suited for the job , but . . . she’s felt that way before , and hidden within the slightest care she wonders : ——— 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 * ?

a feeling she hasn’t felt in an eternity had manifested itself inside her unconscious state — the only time it 𝙘𝙖𝙣 appear : when she can’t push it away . 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗 . . . Delicate fingers clasp those of a broader state, “ You 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 have to be here . “

|| it’s angst and fluff hours 🤧

𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 — with the 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 . she awoke in a cold sweat , wet eyes , the feeling of failure seeping in once more. as if 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 will find her and kill her again . not just her mind , but all of her . 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 . . .

( 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 * ) to everybody 𝐛𝐮𝐭 Natalia . xo.

| Thank you so much for 400! 💕 I appreciate you all sm :)

maybe if she 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 , her hair would look more decent than the current entanglement it’s found itself in . however , she 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 . she’s tired and may just punch the first person who approaches. avert your eyes , 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 make eye contact , and you’ll be fine.

most definitely . . . ( 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 ? ) 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 . he could look worse .