VILLANELLE Killing Eve / 4.08

A KISS TO THE TEMPLE, FAMILIAR AND GENTLE; practiced she doesn’t lean into it. Doesn’t soften. Just sits there — spine straight, eyes fixed on the page in front of her, slender fingers hover near the corner, unmoving. Not flipping the page. Not yet.

“ You cancelled without asking me. ” not an accusation — a notation. Voice flat. Cool. Observational. Like she’s logging the moment for later dissection. Like she’s been logging a lot of things lately.

Chin lifts slow as brow arches in that way that says she’s already caught the shift and she’s just waiting to see if he’s going to lie about it.

“ thought we didn’t change plans. Not unless there was a reason. ”

Her gaze drops — not to his face, but to his hands. Just his hands. The way they move over the desk — too smooth. Too deliberate. Like choreography, not habit. Silence stretches in the space between them. She lets it. Lets it breathe. Sees how he fills it.

“ you cooking for me, or keeping me inside ?? ” A thread pulled — light on the surface, but the weight is there. Tucked just beneath the delivery. Not a joke. Not really. Just testing the water for cracks in the reflection.

Her fingers drum once — just once — against the side of her leg. A quiet slip. The kind of tell she’d normally scold herself for. Sharp inhale, composure rethreaded, neat and sharp.

Then, softer than the rest, like it wasn’t meant to cut but it still might, “ ... you always move like that when you’re lying ”

smiles and footsteps alike are another part of the new batch of things to be choreographed around james's wife. he cranes his head down as he stands behind her chair , hand resting just at the crook of her neck as he presses a kiss to her temple. soft. from here he can sense the air of suspicion that has only grown stronger since he'd returned from the inner circle.

“ you hurt me , “ a teasing lilt juxtaposes the sharpness of her own blade. he pulls away and circles her chair to face her now , resting his weight against the desk. eyes flicker , scan , over open folders. names. dates. recent whereabouts. one hand closes a folder , nudging it neatly into a stack of papers opposite him. “ i know it's sunday — our day — but i was thinking we could stay in tonight , let me cook dinner for us. “ words leave evenly as he casts a sideglance to may as if to watch her reaction.

but that was the catch , wasn't it ? that she could just as easily read james as he could read her. “ i cancelled our dance date with tom an‘ louise. promised them a raincheck an‘ a drink. “

The symbiote that was used on Yelizaveta isn't tied to Venom. But, instead from a comet that struck Russian soil back in the late 1950s, carrying numerous alien organisms. However, the only surviving symbiote was kept in captivity until it was bonded with human embryos in the late 70s.

And then in the early 1980s the project was reopened, creating the first symbiote-human hybrid. Yelizaveta Osborn-Vorontsova

SLENDER DIGITS MOVE WITH PRACTICED EASE; methodical, focused. The only sign she’s even heard Ellie is the slight tightening of her grip as she slides the cloth long the barrel of her weapon.

“Because I was the last one he spoke to.” She says it without inflection. Like reading it off a page. A quiet beat follows. Yeliza sets the pistol down across the table in front of her. Her eyes flick up only once — just a glance — to confirm Ellie’s still standing there. Then back to work.

“He didn’t say anything useful, ” she continues, tone even. “ But he wasn’t right. He didn’t look at me the way he usually does. ” Now she sets the cloth aside. Finally meets Ellie’s gaze briefly. No challenge in it, but no warmth either. Just truth, calm and clipped.

She doesn’t say I told him not to go. Doesn’t say I knew something was off. That part stays buried " whatever it is, ” she finishes, voice low, “ he walked into it with his eyes open. ”

｡･:*:･ﾟ🐬 SHE PROBABLY SHOULDN'T BE HERE .. but she didn't know who else to ask. she lingers near the doorway , arms crossed over her chest. ❝ because you were the last person he spoke too. ❞ bucky was a big boy , he could handle himself - but ellie's gut was telling her something was wrong.

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"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

                          Eyes watching the movement of the other,  she notes the furrowing brow. She understands, akin. they are both a product of  war.     beneath   their   skin,   the   trenches   run   deep,   filled   with   blood   and   mud.  A   potent   brew   at   the   back   of   the   tongue; war   tastes   the   same   no   matter   who   fights   it.   

Sharp inhale, cold wind settles within lungs. Trust doesn't come easy yet something nestled between the others words allows Eliza to relax. Posture softens a little, shoulders lowering. “ hmm ”  a beat, “ okay, good ... but I will ask you something then. If you weren't following the rumours of a monster that resides up here ... then why are you here ?? ”  russian lit drips from her words as she leans back into her seat, curiosity raises a brow towards the other. If the pale blonde wasn't looking for the dormant beast within then what ... Lips  twitch  into  a  smile  ---------  still  unsteady,  still  unsure  ---------  “ look, you're welcome to spend the night. I have supplies. Take what you need but I will need you gone by the morning ” 

whatever they told you ,  it’s a lie .

❝  I'm  getting  so  tired  of  hearing  those  words.  ❞   Mumbled  mostly  to  herself.   Under  her  breath  in  a  thick  accent  that  can  be  recognized  anywhere.   She  used  to  be  more  cautious  about  it.   Better  at  masking  the  accent.         (  she  gave  up  on  that  when  it  became  less  of  a  problem.  )   Pale  blonde  head  turns  to  look  over  her  shoulder  to  @spybiote.   Her  brow  furrowed  ,  as  if  trying  to  read  and  animals  behavior.   Maybe  that  was  what  she  was  doing.         (  maybe  that  was  simply  what  she  had  done  by  default  for  so  long.  )   She's  ready  to  hear  her  out  at  least.   She  of  all  people  would  know  what  that's  like.   ❝  Я  последний  человек,  которого  вам  нужно  в  этом  убеждать.  ❞   It's  not  cruel.   Not  angry.   But  serious.   The  only  mode  she  seemed  to  have  anymore.   There  had  been  a  time  when  that  face  lit  up  bright  as  fresh  winter  snow.   Now  it  only  wore  expressions  of  caution  ,  and  exhaustion.   ❝  We  don't  have  to  talk  about  it.   I  won't  ask  questions.  ❞

@kobikd liked this for a small thing

                         “   sometimes   we   kill   parts   of   ourselves   in   order   to   survive.   ” a   shrug   of   her   shoulder,  expression   guarded,   but   unrepentant.  all   the   things   her   training   had   prepared   her   for,   and   this   wasn’t   one   of   them.  But still, her posture relaxes as she pushes a coffee towards the other. “  you must be hungry ... I'm afraid I haven't got anything prepared but help yourself to anything you find ”

English isn’t Yeliza’s first language, so when she insults people, it’s strangely creative. Instead of swearing, she once called Tony a "malfunctioning toaster," Peter a "discount action figure," and Bucky a "sentient brick." Her deadpan delivery makes it even funnier — and somehow more brutal. Actual cursing ?? Only in Russian.

𝙵𝙰𝙸𝙻𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝚆𝙸𝙵𝙴

Yel: makes sense, I let my first husband die

Seventeen - Sharon Van Etten

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