[ tension returns to her spine, forced into a taut, narrowing line. muscles bunch in her back with the same coiled readiness of a panther gone rigid in its pacing, little divots that speak to the strain as he peels her bindings away, revealing that swath of skin.
aleksander. she'd thought him hopelessly dead. a nightmare lain to rest. it should come as no great shock that he's skittered away from death once more, crawling out of one life's grave to assume another existence — but she blanches, all the same, like a ghost has been invoked.
in some ways, she supposes it has been. ]
No. [ jagged edges mutate her tone into something brittle. ] You would be right not to trust anyone you've named.
[ natasha, by proximity to aleksander. anyone in his good graces has a noted place on her own list of names she keeps note of. as for itachi — she has neither reason to trust nor distrust him. he's only a casualty among those names, caught in the crosshairs of alina's refusal to draw attention to her history with aleksander. ]
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aleksander. she'd thought him hopelessly dead. a nightmare lain to rest. it should come as no great shock that he's skittered away from death once more, crawling out of one life's grave to assume another existence — but she blanches, all the same, like a ghost has been invoked.
in some ways, she supposes it has been. ]
No. [ jagged edges mutate her tone into something brittle. ] You would be right not to trust anyone you've named.
[ natasha, by proximity to aleksander. anyone in his good graces has a noted place on her own list of names she keeps note of. as for itachi — she has neither reason to trust nor distrust him. he's only a casualty among those names, caught in the crosshairs of alina's refusal to draw attention to her history with aleksander. ]