She hasn't slept this deeply since that night at Matthew's apartment, the one before everything fell apart. It was blissful even with the obnoxious doggie snores coming from Max. Elektra hadn't realized how much she missed simply being with someone else or maybe her denial was simply that strong. She certainly didn't spend the first two months here drinking with Miller for her health.
Elektra is past all that now. She has friends. Karen surprisingly is one of them after such an awkward first meeting back home. She's working on prying herself out of bed to see her. They've got codes to plug into a door. She wants to check in on Karen too after her half of the lovebirds turned up at her door. She's sure there's a story there. The least she can do is let Karen share it.
Her hair is tied up in a ponytail as she puts on that awful faded blue jumpsuit and magboots for the hundredth time. One of these days she'll have to see if she can coax Karen into borrowing her something. She might actually learn to appreciate her style if only because it's not a jumpsuit.
It's the sound of Max's magboots, so distinct because really who else, but Frank Castle would ask for such a thing? that really gives her a kick to get moving. She makes sure her hair is tied back straight one final time before she heads out to greet Max. She's grown to love that dog if only because deep down she's not all that different from him. Usually that sound means Karen or Frank are nearby too. Either way, it is something to look forward to. She moves towards the door in time to see the trio of boys disappear over to the medbay... and she masks her heart like a coward.
For better or worse, she never counted on Matthew coming here. She planned on it being an enemy. She planned on it being Stick. Elektra never thought he would come. She spends too long in her doorway simply trying to work through how it makes her feel. As far as she remembers? He wounded her deeply. He threw her out after letting her pick him over Stick for killing a boy who would have destroyed them with his brothers. She is now truly alone in the world thanks to him... or was. This place was difficult to live in, but she isn't alone here. Frank said as much and she believes him.
Worse, it's hard to stay mad when she knows what she saw. Even if she could miss the way Matthew carried himself, she knows the smell of stale blood anywhere. She knows how his senses must be struggling to adapt to this. She knows him even when she doesn't want to. She also knows herself too. She's not going to stay away. She can't.
Her legs move forward, hand shooting out to shut the door shortly afterward. As much as it hurts, she has to try to offer some aid. Matthew is more her responsibility than Frank's. Incidentally, she also loves him too much not to be there for him when she suspects he'll be struggling most. Elektra really doesn't know how long she stood there as she agnozied over what to do. It's clearly long enough for Frank to get things under control.
He takes off once their eyes meet. She knows this is truly on her. Elektra puts her big girl pants on and lets her heart beat normally again. It's as close to hello as she gets some days as he knows. "Hello, Matthew." It's tentative, uncertain. She's bracing herself for another rejection. She approaches him slowly as she tries to make peace with her foolishness. How many times does she need to be told to go away? She really is pathetic.
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Elektra is past all that now. She has friends. Karen surprisingly is one of them after such an awkward first meeting back home. She's working on prying herself out of bed to see her. They've got codes to plug into a door. She wants to check in on Karen too after her half of the lovebirds turned up at her door. She's sure there's a story there. The least she can do is let Karen share it.
Her hair is tied up in a ponytail as she puts on that awful faded blue jumpsuit and magboots for the hundredth time. One of these days she'll have to see if she can coax Karen into borrowing her something. She might actually learn to appreciate her style if only because it's not a jumpsuit.
It's the sound of Max's magboots, so distinct because really who else, but Frank Castle would ask for such a thing? that really gives her a kick to get moving. She makes sure her hair is tied back straight one final time before she heads out to greet Max. She's grown to love that dog if only because deep down she's not all that different from him. Usually that sound means Karen or Frank are nearby too. Either way, it is something to look forward to. She moves towards the door in time to see the trio of boys disappear over to the medbay... and she masks her heart like a coward.
For better or worse, she never counted on Matthew coming here. She planned on it being an enemy. She planned on it being Stick. Elektra never thought he would come. She spends too long in her doorway simply trying to work through how it makes her feel. As far as she remembers? He wounded her deeply. He threw her out after letting her pick him over Stick for killing a boy who would have destroyed them with his brothers. She is now truly alone in the world thanks to him... or was. This place was difficult to live in, but she isn't alone here. Frank said as much and she believes him.
Worse, it's hard to stay mad when she knows what she saw. Even if she could miss the way Matthew carried himself, she knows the smell of stale blood anywhere. She knows how his senses must be struggling to adapt to this. She knows him even when she doesn't want to. She also knows herself too. She's not going to stay away. She can't.
Her legs move forward, hand shooting out to shut the door shortly afterward. As much as it hurts, she has to try to offer some aid. Matthew is more her responsibility than Frank's. Incidentally, she also loves him too much not to be there for him when she suspects he'll be struggling most. Elektra really doesn't know how long she stood there as she agnozied over what to do. It's clearly long enough for Frank to get things under control.
He takes off once their eyes meet. She knows this is truly on her. Elektra puts her big girl pants on and lets her heart beat normally again. It's as close to hello as she gets some days as he knows. "Hello, Matthew." It's tentative, uncertain. She's bracing herself for another rejection. She approaches him slowly as she tries to make peace with her foolishness. How many times does she need to be told to go away? She really is pathetic.