NAMES YELIZA GOES BY

*   ━━━━━━━━━━━━ @warender: ‘ you’re getting sloppy. ’ !!!

GLOVED KNUCKLES SKIM AIR — deliberate, restrained. She could end this if she wanted to, could drive Yana down into the dust like an afterthought. Instead, she lets the former widow dance along the frayed edges of her patience.

The words land harder than any strike. Something coils in Yeliza’s chest — pride, or perhaps the restless thing curled beneath her skin, thrumming to be unleashed. A grin cuts across her mouth, thin and wolfish. Fine. If that’s the game Yana wanted to play.

The next strike comes faster, knuckles grazing ribs with just enough force to leave a memory. “  Careful, ” she scoffs as her posture squares back up, “ poke the beast too many times and you might just get bitten. ”

KILLING EVE S03E01: Slowly Slowly Catchy Monkey

Are you always like this?

Top 10 Kills from Killing Eve (as voted by me) — #8 Anton

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a  beat  of  silence;  watching  him  dig  his  own  grave  deeper  and  deeper.  she  knows  the  truth.  he  knows  she  knows  the  truth.  they’ve  played  this  game  before  and  it  never  ends  well  for  james. 

Sharp inhale as she leans back into her seat “ are you going to tell me the truth or am I going to have to make you ?? ” an  eyebrow  quirks,   decidedly   amused   look.  even  then,  there  is  something  sharp  in  the  way  she   smiles. 

im gonna take your thought and fling it into the air team rocket style @matryochka

Håltimme (Short) | Jan Halldoff | 1964

(Bo Halldoff), Karin Stenbäck

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A  MINUTE  QUIRK  OF  A  BROW ; though  a  smile  does  break,  uneven  as  her  gaze  watches Yelena   ❛  you want something ?? Just ask for it  ❜  Eliza  repeated,  leaning  against  the  kitchen  counter,  head  cocking to side ❛ you could've just knocked instead of breaking and entering into my place like this ❜

                          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.  ❞

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