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 Blind Loyalties, Tag: Elektra/Quinn

Matthew Murdock

Daredevil
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30 years old
45 posts
Sep 25 2017, 09:43 PM
Matt believed that people wore masks for one reason; to hide their identity for whatever they needed to protect. If that was true, what did a masquerade ball represent? Was it the ability for people to hide behind themselves for the sake of fun? To attend a public gathering while remaining anonymous? It was a question that lingered since the moment he received the custom brail invitation for Nathaniel Essex; a man who was very eager to put the blind lawyer on a retainer to consult his trial staff. Matt was very much in touch; but things had gotten a bit, interesting for him. He’d met an alien—which wasn’t even the most shocking thing that happened to him. A meeting with Karen in an attempt to rekindle their friendship turned into something else.

Something that he struggled with admitting to himself—because it would mean a change. A change of everything. Every piece of logic told him that Elektra coming back from the grave was impossible; but she was. She’d attacked the editorial and threatened him. Like a stranger. He and Karen escaped before any harm was done or he’d done anything to exploit his abilities in public. After dealing with such an experience, Matt struggled to accept the invitation from Essex. However, a no show would send the wrong message. Essex was someone he assumed looked at the small details. He’d know if Matt Murdock didn’t show up at the Masquerade.

Even though he’d made an attempt to lock the Devil away, it still found a way to impact his personal life. Because there was still a piece of him out there—and an internal struggle that didn’t want to lock it away.

He arrived at the masquerade by limo, wearing one of his best suits—and a black, masquerade appropriate mask that covered the upper-portion of his face. Due to the nature of the event he naturally didn’t have to admit to the fact that he was a blind man, but Matt stuck the folded up cane into his inside jacket pocket; just in case. With his invitation in hand he easily slipped inside; picking up on the various conversations around him. It wasn’t that Matt wanted to eavesdrop, it was just the nature of his abilities. Mingling and being overly-social wasn’t something he intended on doing. He was among strangers, outside of Nathaniel and Matt planned on making an effort to track him down.

That was when he’d use the cane, just so Nathaniel would know it was him. He focused his hearing on Essex only to realize that the host was rather busy. Probably with the media, and other guests. It left Matt alone, in the center of the lobby. Alone.

Until his senses picked up on a familiar scent. One that he’d never mistake. The same scent that had attracted him all those years ago. Matt’s chin lifted upwards, towards a flight of stairs and what he could only assume to be the private boxes—an area for those wealthy enough to afford them. He swallowed hard, steps naturally attracting him towards the staircase. Most of the patrons were too busy to notice him.

By this point in time he should have known that these situations weren’t good for him. That she wasn’t good for him—but his heart didn’t lie. After the incident with Karen, Matt needed answers. He had to know if she was here. With him. Tonight.

Another public place. He played the only card that he was sure would allow him easy access to the private boxes. Matt dug into the inside of his jacket and withdrew his cane as patrons mingled around him; straightening it out in front of him, as he stepped upwards; towards answers.

Towards the truth.

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Elektra Natchios

Black Sky
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32 years old
31 posts
Oct 3 2017, 06:40 PM
F
un and games were hardly to be had back in New York. A city that was once fun and filled with excitement was now a place for her to do laps, a place that kept her caged and contained. Her current duty was to make certain that a hand full of people didn't shake the balance, rattle the chains, ruin the moves. Several people had their eyes on this city and with the catalyst struck, it several needed to be kept in check. Matthew had been her priority. It wasn't difficult to keep people in check, not with strength and skill on your side. But Matthew was a game changer, a force to clearly be reckoned with. The moment he put on his horns, Essex's plan would begin to suffer and several other forces would need to be brought in. If that were to happen then, no doubt Elektra could keep his attention diverted in another direction.

It was with grace that Elektra floated among the crowd, a crystal flute in her hand to give the impression of drinking and a night of fun. From any observer's eye, she appeared alone in the midst of high society, yet blended in. The dress was simple enough to fall around her toned form, a red satin mask hiding her facial features, and a simple gold chain at her neck. Elektra wasn't one for these events but duty demanded that she be present for such things. Not only was she to keep the peace, but there was a chance that Matthew would come and snoop. Troublesome Matthew.

The performances brought her back to a time when she had shown up to these things because she was privileged enough to. The music was fine, the talents on the stage nothing less than gifted. Yet it wasn't her life anymore. Elektra had been reborn into something more, something no one could explain, not even her. And yet she embraced her identity or lack of it. In this, she grasped her journey into self discovery. It was never the destination, always about the journey.

The clutch on her lap began to buzz, the vibration distracting her from the performances on stage. With no one else to stop her, she opened her bag to see a message. He searches for you. With a smirk, she shoved the device bag into her bag and stood from her seat. Likely, he was on the other side of the curtain of her private box. And with sudden movement, she stepped out of her private area to peek through the curtains. "Now you see, this is hardly why I ever come to the opera. Always a chance you run into phantoms or devils. In this case, I would say it's more the latter." With her hands on her hips, her heel tapped against the tile as she looked him over. The mask didn't suit him. Not this one, anyways.

Matthew Murdock

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Oct 7 2017, 10:55 PM
The scent of her ignited something inside of him that Matt couldn’t control. That was the power that Elektra held over him—even if he fought it with every ounce of restraint possible. She should have been dead and buried. He’d already mourned, and the guilt of her death was something he felt every day. But here she was. Alive. They’d come face to face at the editorial, and here Elektra was again. Matt could sense her as he climbed the steps; digits tightening around the cane that guided him. This proved it wasn’t a fluke before. That he’d felt her. That she was alive. At the top of the stairs were the entrances to several private boxes—all curtained shut by a fine, expensive silk. Before a security guard could question his presence Elektra made her presence known.

She was confident and everything but shy. As if nothing had ever happened, Elektra was straightforward in announcing her presence. The familiar tone of playfulness that reached his ears confirmed what he’d struggled to accept. Matt’s mouth ran dry, and he swallowed what was left in his throat. How was this possible? Digits loosened around the head of the cane and his free hand fell open—internal awe took over. He felt himself grow still. It was a struggle to form words, but somehow he stepped closer. The heel of his shoe echoed a single click; tip of the cane dragging across the floor as Matt attempted to advance.

”Elektra—how—“ he barely managed to form the words. Every piece of him wanted to reach out and touch her. To feel every inch of her familiar form. To touch and admire her face; to cherish it. To remind her just how much he cared. But it was already a tainted wish. Flawed. Because she’d attacked innocent people, with The Hand. He had questions, but already knew the answers would be few and far between.

In all of the unknown, Matt still found his free hand raising—struggling. Fighting. Despite everything he wanted to assume about her, he was still joyed to see her alive.

That joy was matched with anger. He was angry at whoever and whatever had brought her back. How much of the woman he loved was still in there? Did she even remember him? In full? The comment about devils offered a brief insight to that answer. If Matt was going to get any answers he’d have to play Elektra at her own game—whatever that was.

”No devils here. Not anymore,” it came with more confidence. Matt found a medium—and he attempted to control the natural shock of the situation. ”You seem to have a way of finding your way back into my life, right when I thought I’ve seen the last of you..” his tone gravitated into a soft, general whisper. Behind red tinted glasses, his focus turned to Elektra entirely. ”You didn’t mention the chance of running into ghosts at the opera.” It came as Matt settled in his step—closing in on the space between them entirely.

She wouldn’t go for questions, or him drilling her for answers. No, if Matt was going to get anything out of the evening he’d have to play the game. They were in a public place behind masks—it wasn’t a setting for his usual antics.

That was assuming he’d ever treat Elektra like he did others. She was special to him.

She always had been.

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Elektra Natchios

Black Sky
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32 years old
31 posts
Oct 10 2017, 08:31 PM
N
ot typically one for an entrance, tonight was different. Theatrics screamed around her, begging her to make a show of the event that took place this evening. How perfect was it that every known super hero affiliation was all beneath the same roof? Every single pawn beneath Sinister's gaze was in reach for manipulation this very evening. Yet, most of them would barely be looked at. Matthew certainly had a way of generating interest. It was why he had been invited. And it was one of the reasons she had been in attendance, dressed in a fine slinky red dress, a metal belt at her waist, fetching and eye catching. Elektra was known for catching the eye, particularly Matthew's.

How did she always manage to surprise him? It wasn't even fun anymore and yet it amused her, that smirk spreading wide and growing into a vivacious smile. She could deny it all she wanted to but there was something really special about Matthew Murdock, something she thrived on and cherished. Something that kept bringing her back from the dead. The memory of waking from her pit was never really far behind her. It wasn't often one woke from the grave. A passing server came by and she waved him down with a wrist length lace glovelette. "Darling, be a angel and bring us two glasses of champagne." That hand fell, and instead of to her side, the warmth settled on his shoulder. "Well this is quite nice. You all dressed up with me. I almost forgot how dapper you could make yourself to be." Removing her hand from his shoulder, she pulled the curtain aside to admit him into her private box.

The view was breathtaking. Left of the stage, first box, a bird's eye view of the orchestra pit and the performers on the stage. A setting like this was common for the life in her past. Now? It was just something to do to pass the time. Now? Standing before him, Elektra was alive. More than ever. It didn't mean she didn't have her agenda though. "Wet Blanket. As always. You're not going to sit? Private box, drinks. We could talk." Well that was likely something he wouldn't have expected from her, a chance to talk in private. Hell, why not? She was still doing what she was sent to do, keep him occupied. And likely, he was here sniffing around for what sort of shady shit Essex was likely up to. Yes, Elektra knew the two had met. Matthew was no fool though and he likely turned down the man's offer. He had to be here to see what else he could find out about the man and his company. Fortunately for Essex, every operation and financial ledger was by the book. All unethical operations had occurred off site and disassociated from the man and his business.

Matt's mention of no devils had made that smile fade into a pronounced frown. No devils? For now at least. Matthew was always most interesting when he was the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Not that she loved one or the other more. Both were a part of his persona, a persona that had kept her on her toes in both lives. "Hmm.. Phantoms, ghosts or figments of one's imagination. But see here..." Elektra stepped into him, arms slipping around his neck, her figure fitting against his perfectly like no time had passed. "Phantoms and ghosts can't be touched. They appear as apparitions. And as you can see, I'm very real."

Matthew Murdock

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Oct 11 2017, 07:46 PM
Elektra standing in front of him went against everything Matt believed in. Once again, she found herself as the one exception in his life. The one he’d fight for, no matter the situation. He’d seen a light in her before her death; one that he’d imagined a future with. Someone who understood him. It was an escape; a selfish one, but one he wanted to share. That was an opportunity he’d thought to be stolen away by The Hand; one he’d never be able to correct. Yet here she stood as if nothing had ever happened. As she’d sat in his apartment on the evening of her return into his life. He’d felt anger towards her then—now he wasn’t sure if he should feel content with her return or not. In his heart, Matt cared deeply about Elektra. As always, things were complicated with her. They were never easy.

Everything about her was the same. Her beautiful scent—her voice, down to the way she mused his name. As it fell from her lips Matt realized just how much he’d missed it. How much he’d missed her. Just standing in her presence nearly made him feel complete again. The only thing holding him back was the obvious truth. The truth that this wasn’t wholeheartedly the woman who’d given her life for him. Did the Elektra standing in front of him still care about him? The way she threw old nicknames around was a clear attempt at playing on the nostalgia of their relationship. Happier times—before everything had erupted around them.

She stepped against him. Flush, and Matt inhaled. The feeling of her body against him as it had been so many times before ignited his heart. It warmed in a familiar way—in a way he couldn’t hide from himself. For the briefest moment he felt numb—in the moment, with Elektra. In their memories and history as she spoke. While he was always straightforward, Elektra preferred to speak in an elegant, almost riddle-like nature. That part of her hadn’t changed. What he didn’t expect was for her to invite him into her private booth. There was obviously a bigger picture in play, but he didn’t have much else to do. Essex was clearly busy, and he wasn’t one to mingle with strangers behind masks. If there was a chance he could learn more about Elektra’s fate, he’d take it.

”Very real…” He agreed, whispering the simple phrase under his breath. They were so close—so intimate, and it took everything to hold his confidence. As Elektra’s arm snaked around his neck, Matt held back, keeping his hands at his sides. His body wanted to give into the warmth that it felt and just touch her. Matt wanted the intimacy. The love. But he refrained. He covered it by adjusting his stance and putting on the confidence you’d see in a business meeting or court room. ”I’ll sit with you if it means you’ll give me answers. Real answers.” It was an attempt at cutting through her riddles. If they were going to talk, he needed something out of it. He was still playing her game simply by playing into her offer. ”You need to tell me why you were at the editorial that day.” Was she going to be a threat to him? Trust hadn’t ever been something Matt had ever associated with Elektra until their rekindling. When she’d shown progress in changing. The woman in front of him was different.

His focus drifted to the curtains, signaling that he was ready to move forward. Their drinks would come, and hopefully they’d have a very interesting discussion.

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Elektra Natchios

Black Sky
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32 years old
31 posts
Nov 13 2017, 12:00 PM
P
oor Matthew. Likely right now, he was going over every little thing in their past that had been good. Every time she surprised him and did the right thing. Every moment she did the noble thing, took the lighter side over the darkness, and chose to be heroic rather than the chaotic entity she'd always been. Elektra abide by rules often. Even in this new venture... She was expected to keep Matthew and DareDevil busy. Well, it was never stated how. Stoic as ever, yet she realized he was likely trying to still put the pieces together. How was she here, yadda yadda, what brought her back to New York, who was employing her, all the unnecessary answers. It was starting to bore her to be quite honest. And now that he was seeking her out, she had the power to dictate how their encounters went. Goodie.

Without a word, Elektra's fingertips graced his art, tracing down the elbow until she reached his bare palm. It was more of a caress, a lover's touch which was hesitant. And if he would allow her to make such a bold movement, she held his hand for a moment before bringing his hand up to her lips, to see with his hand, see that her lips were in a curve and placed in a modest smile. Just what kind of effect would that have on the heroic heart that beat inside his chest? "See, I still say it's not quite fair that you can see and hear me better. I'm standing before you and can't even feel what your heart is doing. But then again, I know more than anyone that life isn't quite fair. And so do you." This event was nothing special to her. It was a repeat of her adolescence. Different party, same people, same agenda, over and over again. His presence though had brought some happiness to her existence here.

"Will you tell me what your heart is feeling?" It was a forward question, one she wasn't sure he would answer directly. When it came to his emotions, Elektra couldn't really bet on him. When it came to the decisions he would made, then he was more predictable. His fingertips on her lips would feel the breath of her chuckle and her lips spreading into a wider smile as he repeated her words. Very real.

Of course he wanted answers and straight explanations. "Well I'm sorry, Dearest. Those things simply do not go with this outfit. But you MUST give me credit. That itself was a straight answer so I suppose progress is possible." Elektra chuckled and allowed her arms fall to her sides as she turned and walked into her private venue and took a seat upon one of the half dozen plush velvet upholstered seats. A half finished cocktail was at the table she sat by but not for long as she scooped it up again to take a drink. "Face it, I know you don't actually care to go out there and socialize with New York's high society. They're all here to prove how fabulous they are, not to donate to the victims of Cairo. It's good PR for them, darling. Only a hand full are here for a good reason. Just as you're here to look further into Nathaniel."

Matthew Murdock

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Nov 30 2017, 10:14 AM
Elektra had a presence that very few could match. In the way she carried herself, Matt found himself naturally attracted to the confidence and conflict that came with her. It never stopped, and he’d tried to fight it once. There was an energy between them that he couldn’t truthfully deny—defined once again by the feeling of her lips against his palm. If anyone else had touched him in such a graceful, confident way Matt would have been alarmed. Yet there was something soothing and comfortable about the way she touched him along with the comfort of her voice. He was perfectly at ease. Elektra wouldn’t hurt him. Not here—not when she couldn’t even bring herself to hurt him before. Matt listened. To everything that left her lips.

Digits softly caressed her lips while she held his palm close to her face; until Elektra finished. She asked him a very simple, straightforward question. But it wasn’t simple—not in that moment, because of the conflict. It always followed her. It followed him. There was the familiar tinge in his stomach, not out of fear or hatred. No, that was placed with something else. Attraction. Love. The will to save Elektra from whatever path she’d put herself on. Matt assumed she was there with Nathaniel—and it only confirmed the fact that the man couldn’t be trusted. It still didn’t answer the burning questions Matt had, and he probably wouldn’t get them in this encounter.

She was sarcastic with him in her answer to him, before Elektra dropped her hands to her sides. Matt forced a sigh. Everything with her was cryptic. Difficult. The opposite of straightforward. It didn’t make him want to save her any less.

”If it’s possible, you’ll talk to me,” he followed after Elektra, instinctively following the sound of her footsteps. She knew he didn’t actually need a guide; he was more capable than most of the people who’d attended the event. While Matt assumed she wouldn’t say a thing that he actually wanted to know; he’d continue in the stubborn, Murdock manner. In the ring his father never eased up—that was one good trait he’d taken from his dad. ”You’re right. I am here for my own reasons,” it didn’t take away from the Cairo incident and the fact he felt for the victims. He didn’t feel guilty, because his gut told him Nathaniel wasn’t exactly everything he claimed to be. Now with Elektra involved, his suspicions weren’t exactly out of the box. ”So are you. If you won’t tell me about what happened to you, then we can cut the shit.” His voice lowered; a familiar cold tone escaping his throat. ”What do you know about Nathaniel Essex?”

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Elektra Natchios

Black Sky
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32 years old
31 posts
Dec 10 2017, 08:11 PM
T
here were times when Matthew would listen. This didn't seem to be one of them. His questions continued and Elektra ignored them, taking a seat and turning her eyes to the stage. The souls in this venue all had their own agenda, herself included. And none of those agendas involved the talents that graced the stage of the prestigious opera house. This was a place of legend, of artistry, and beauty. Yet tonight it was an area of the games people played among the great chess board. And even she didn't know what the whole game entailed. Being back from the dead meant back to a semblance of her own life, what she use to be. It meant bringing something new to her past. Something that would make her feel more alive than anything ever had before.

Strength. Speed. She had surpassed his skills.

Elektra's chuckle was hearty. Taking a sip of her drink, she contemplated telling him just the extent of Nathaniel's abilities. But then he was guaranteed to get himself killed. She frowned, indicating just in which direction her train of thought was going. She would never want any harm to come to Matthew, no more than he could handle.

"You won't care for a single thing I have to say about that subject but I will say it regardless. I will lead you to life and it is up to you to keep yours." Elektra leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs as she looked out on the crowd in the seats and among the boxes. "They are not among you. You are far greater a man than those in our presence tonight. I know enough about Nathaniel. And that's all that you need to know darling. I know the Devil is a part of you. I respect that. I acknowledge it. But find something else to fixate on. You can't save these people." Well fuck. Matthew had a way with her. A way to get her to say more than she really expected. "You see what you've done now? I have said far too much on the subject matter and he becomes quite stern about loose lips. What am I to do with you, hm?"

Indeed he was a bit of a tight ass. More of a wet blanket than her Matthew. But it didn't do him well to be exposed to a man capable of mind control, genetic manipulation, among other dangerous talents. "We could talk about us, instead."

Matthew Murdock

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Dec 17 2017, 07:11 PM
Elektra was always cryptic. Playing the long game, and always holding secrets close to her chest. Matt didn’t enjoy being kept in the dark and she knew that. It was an advantage she had when they faced a conflict on different sides. He wasn’t always as patient when it came to dangers to his city. The life of the Devil and the life of the lawyer were two very different things. This time the situation offered a more personal conflict. He wanted answers about Elektra. How she survived. What she was planning. If she’d truly aligned herself with Nathaniel Essex, Matt would have to stop her. Whatever brought her back from the dead had changed her. The woman who’d given her life to save him wouldn’t play these games.

He still listened. To every word, carefully. Elektra claimed that it was impossible to save everyone. Whatever her relationship with Essex was seemed to be one of an alliance. Something that tore her away from whatever good life she’d tried to lead. Matt remained calm and still as she took a seat and continued to speak; he continued to stand, carefully keeping an awareness of his surroundings while holding on to every word. He wasn’t sure if Elektra was feigning the fact that she said too much, but the revelation was interesting. Her words were enough to confirm his suspicion that there was more to the wealthy man than met the eye. Enough for Matt to decline the opportunity to work with him. Enough for an investigation if there was a threat to his city.

”Us?” it was a sly attempt at changing the subject. He was sensitive towards Elektra now. Their entire dynamic was complicated—especially when she returned to Hell’s Kitchen after being absent from his life. Yet, she changed. Together they took on The Hand. For once in his life he imagined himself with someone who understood, and accepted him. ”We haven’t exactly had the opportunity to discuss that since you came back from the dead, have we?” his tone was laced with sarcasm. It was a cheap move on her part. A decoy. Matt wanted answers, and she wouldn’t make them easy. ”Whatever brought you back changed you, Elektra.” This time he was honest. If she’d been the same woman he’d fallen for all over again, she would have come to him much sooner.

Now he only had the memory of her coming after Karen—like an assassin. ”You came after my friend. What? Because someone told you to? Did you forget everything we went through together? Selling yourself to the highest bidder now?” the familiar sharp, lawyer tone of his slipped through. Disappointment filled his voice. ”If you believe in the Devil, than you know he has to come back. To fix this. To face whatever you’re planning. I can’t allow it.” It was a half warning. One he hoped would open her up. ”If any part of you ever loved me, you’ll help me. This isn’t you.”

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Elektra Natchios

Black Sky
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32 years old
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Dec 31 2017, 10:45 AM
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atthew was likely the only man she'd ever met who overthought things that actually needed to overthink things. Most would pass it off as a man having trust issues or the nose of a lawyer, sniffing around for some sort of injustice but in this case, Matthew had a just cause to trust his paranoia. Essex was a being none of them had ever encountered and Elektra considered that a blessing in itself. But the time had come where they had all crossed paths and everything about her life was now about survival. And all that troubled her was could she save Matthew before he got in too deep? Even the Devil of Hell's Kitchen wasn't fit to tango with the Devil himself. And if her suspicions were correct, there was someone else. Nathaniel Essex wasn't the one they should have really been afraid of... He was just the beginning of someone much much worse, an unnamed party waiting in the wings until all the right pieces came into play.

"You know better than anyone that you have nothing to fear from me. Why do you stand there? Sit, Matthew. I've rented this private box so I could speak to you instead of throwing it all out there. And no, it's not bugged. I've checked already. You're safe so long as you're inside." Yes, there were conditions to his safety. Someone would die tonight. It was all the incentive she needed to keep Matthew busy with her. The moment he stepped out, chances were that the glorified fatality of the night might have been him. The topic of them was something that might have tempted him to stay but of course he had to derail the conversation with talk of the night she'd come after Karen to get his attention.

"I really cannot tell you much more than what I have." It would mean one of them perished. And if it was her, then she wouldn't be around to protect him. With the blink of an eye, Essex would tear his mind apart, remove the way he saw the world and leave him truly broken without even harming a single hair on his head. And now that she had a second chance at life, she'd be certain that no one ever hurt him so long as she breathed. Essex could have his plot of world domination, damn the rest of humanity. Her agreement to serve him had been an agreement of survival, even if it did come with money. And likely, Essex already knew Elektra's heart wasn't in her work. But she was a damn good liar and if kept properly motivated, she'd not betray his cause.

Matthew's argument made her sound cheap. It was one of her biggest irks, being made to sound like a common woman who was predictable and easily purchased... Rising from her seat, she faced him, eyes narrow. "Sell myself? Like I'm a common whore of service? You think I have such little value in myself?" Slowly, she approached him, itching to unsheath her sai, but resisting the call of violence that gradually began to gain speed in her head. Of course it wasn't him she wanted to hurt. Never Matthew.

"You know I believe in the Devil. But the Black Sky cannot save you. She can only help you save yourself. The Devil is little compared to what he faces and if you don't start realizing that, then both of us are going to perish. If I ever loved you?! I still do. With all my heart which is why I sold my soul. To save yours. So go home and get out!" The fatality would happen tonight, but if he was home and away from the venue, then he'd be safe. Even if she couldn't keep him with her.

Matthew Murdock

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Dec 31 2017, 07:17 PM
There was always something more with Elektra—a hidden piece of the story, and Matt needed to know what she was keeping from him. He couldn’t fully believe the fact that she’d forgotten their history together; she was stronger than that. She would never reduce herself to being a weapon underneath someone else—not the Elektra he knew. That’s why he pressed for information. Something wasn’t right and she had answers. The fact that she made an attempt at steering the conversation to them was a decent smokescreen, but it only brought things full circle. The two of them it itself was a conversation that asked the same questions. They’d always kept secrets between them—but they’d worked together once to achieve a common goal. Whatever they were up against, Matt was confident they could handle it.

Matt wasn’t concern with the room being bugged or a piece of their conversation reaching the wrong ears—he trusted Elektra enough to know she wouldn’t allow that. It was hard to hide the frustration that washed over his face as she declined to open up—even further, and that’s when Matt’s hand was forced. He had to call it like he saw it, even if it meant hurting Elektra. If she wouldn’t give him answers than he’d be direct—even if it hurt. For months he’d attempted to live a normal life. The devil was locked away, and crime was down as it was. The last thing Matt wanted was to bring him back, but he would if Elektra was playing a part in a bigger game. For better or for worse, he had to know. His argument stung, and as Elektra approached him, his ears picked up on the sound of her hands falling to her hips—daring to unsheathe a sai.

Elektra stopped herself, and in turn Matt listened. She summarized it in a vulgar way, but she wasn’t wrong. From his perspective she easily could have become a hired assassin to the highest bidder. Whoever had sent her after Karen had made a mistake—he wanted answers. He swallowed his pride and neglected to defend the comment. Matt could tell that Elektra still had more to say, but it didn’t stop him from stiffening his stance. Hurting her hurt him. It was the last thing he’d wanted to do, but he forced a stiff expression. She continued, he listened.

The revelation was unexpected. While angry, Elektra revealed that she’d sold herself out to save him. He swallowed hard, standing still at the unexpected information. What had she gotten herself into? Matt had no doubt that she was telling the truth. It was typical of her to do something like that—protect him without ever telling him. He’d been just as stubborn in trying to protect his friends. By lying to them. Now he’d lost the very thing he’d been trying to protect. Even trying to repair his friendships wouldn’t forgive the lies.

”I’m not leaving, Elektra,” behind red tinted glasses, Matt held his ground. He didn’t shy from the close space between them—and instead, took a step forward. He wasn’t being stubborn—he was loving her. ”Not without you. Not again. Come with me. We can leave the city. Everything. We can figure this out. All of it.” His gaze would have searched if they could--his facial expression was enough to see that. "Together." It was an honest plead. If her intention truly wasn't to cause him or his friends harm, he’d protect her in a heartbeat. From anything. ”If everything you just said is true, take it from me—lying to protect the people you care about doesn’t work. It just doesn’t. It hurts. Over and over again, until you’re left with nothing.” His voice lowered, as the space closed between them. His tone spoke from experience.

A gentle hand reached up, slowly attempting to hold the side of her face.

”I can’t lose you too. Not again. Not after everything I’ve been through. I’d rather face whatever it is honestly than turn my back on someone I love.”

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Elektra Natchios

Black Sky
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32 years old
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Jan 25 2018, 08:20 PM
F
ighting had been something Elektra had been use to. Dozens of men and women at the same time... one on one, people she hated, and people she loved. Fighting back tears wasn't something she was known for though. Her eyes closed as he reached out for her face then when the gun shots from outside spilled into the opera house. The tears came. She'd been too late now. Matthew was now in the game and she had failed to exclude him from it. "I can't go. And you must get out of here. You've no idea what these men are capable of."

Taking his hand, she tugged at him to leave the box. For what she spilled next, she'd suffer greatly, but it was better than watching him die. "These animals are going to fight for humanity, and all of this will be in flames soon. You must leave! I can get you out. You can't fight this. All of the media is here. Your cover will be blown. I need to you come with me before this box bursts into flames. He would know she wasn't joking. He would hear the gun shots popping in the acoustics of the opera house, smell the kerosene soaking into the find upholstery of the walls and furniture. Burning cloth, melting plastic, the scent would be easily recognized by his senses. And still, she stood before him, her heart racing like she was actually afraid. Not for these people... Never for these people. For him.

If Matthew fell, then her purpose to protect him would die with him and none of this was worth working for. Elektra looked around the room, the flames coming closer and closer. Pulling him from the room, they entered a heap of chaos, people in fine attire fleeing deeper into the halls and into the auditorium. "We can't save these people, Matthew. I can't save these people. And I know where your heart lies. You can. But not if you perish here. Live to fight another day. Live." Screams came from every direction and members of Friends of Humanity charged at people with their flames and weapons, cornering people into rooms and setting the place on fire further. The battle outside with the winged man, sorcerer, and mutant continued, the masses outside watching and recording everything for the world to see. And Essex? He was likely doing something heroic around here and twisting the cards to his benefit.

Two men approached her, attempting to shove her. It was insulting, attacking a woman like Elektra. The men were amateurs at best and she held her own against groups of the most skilled killers in the world. When they reached to shove her, a few movements of her arm and both men were down and on the ground. "Follow me. I'll get you out and tomorrow we can meet and talk."

Matthew Murdock

Daredevil
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30 years old
45 posts
Jan 26 2018, 08:43 PM
”I won’t leave you—not again.”

For the briefest of moments Matt had hope. Elektra was fighting something internally and he’d hoped that his true, genuine feelings would help sway her. He wanted more than anything for both of them to walk out together and start anew. The thing about being a Murdock was that happy endings didn’t happen, and this was a scenario that reminded him of that tenfold. Matt didn’t have to have true sight to know that she was fighting back tears from everything he’d said. That told him his words had struck and honest cord of some kind. The woman he loved was still present somewhere, and he’d never give up. It was the sound of gunfire in the building that changed this confrontation entirely.

Her tone changed. Completely. Despite everything Matt had intended, Elektra couldn’t leave tonight—but she was willing to risk everything to protect him. As a vigilante, this wasn’t a concept he was used to being on the receiving end of. Everything happened quickly but Matt managed to keep up with her explanation and movements. He’d already smelt the preparation of kerosene and burning cloth. Whoever the terrorist were packed a serious punch—and Matt couldn’t do anything. He’d dropped the mantle of Daredevil for months. His costume was buried in a box in his apartment, and risking everything as Matt Murdock wasn’t a smart move. Despite that, Elektra was willing to take a risk to save him.

For the first time in his life he was putting his life and trust in the hands of the woman he loved. It didn’t matter how complicated things had been for them before—this was true. This was genuine. He moved with Elektra the moment she tugged at him to move from the box, and trusted her movements. The racing of her heat showed him the true care and concern for his life that she held for him; that didn’t go unnoticed. He’d carry that feeling for the rest of his life.

He felt the heat in the building growing around them—it clouded his senses, and Matt was forced to put his trust in Elektra to guide him to safety. Around them he could hear cries of help. Panic. Fear. These people needed a hero and it raised a feeling of conflict inside of Matt. He found himself in a situation where he was useless—he couldn’t help these people. It hurt.

It stung. It churned his stomach, but he continued to move. For Elektra—for the promise that one day, all of this would become clear. There was a moment where he was disconnected from her, only focusing in to hear her make quick work of the apparent attackers. In those brief moments he was left alone to the sounds of people suffering. Whoever these people were, Matt was already remembering everything he could; he would make them pay for this.

At her words, Matt nodded and reached his hand out to find hers once again.

”We’ll defiantly be talking,” it was a soft murmur of agreement—all that Matt could muster in the midst of the chaos. ”I trust you.” He offered. Softly, in a genuine show of confidence.

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Elektra Natchios

Black Sky
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31 posts
Jan 30 2018, 06:43 PM
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nto the midst of chaos, through the fire and flames, Elektra held onto Matthew's hand knowing there was no way she wouldn't be detected. Even through the smoke, she'd be noticed aiding and assisting him. The objective was to keep him busy. But Elektra had practically given him everything in Essex's plans.

Dragging him along, there was a stairwell that had been blocked off and secured by the Friends of Humanity. A few chains weren't going to stop Elektra, even when she lacked the enhanced strength. Kicking down the door, the chains strained and eventually broke, the metal hinges snapping and the door falling. A gust of cold air entered the opera house, fanning the flames in the venue. She stepped back with him, avoiding a growing ember before stepping out the door with him. Banging on the side of the wall with a busted piece of pipe, she drew attention to the exit.

"There's a way out! Over here! It's a way out!" She'd done all she could for these people. Matthew was her priority, and now that she was leading him out, she needed to keep him out. And if that meant packing him in a cab and seeing him driven off, then that was the way of it.

"Here's what is going to happen. You're going to go a few blocks, hail a cab, and you are going home. I'll be by in the morning. We'll have breakfast. And we'll talk. And I'll let you know what's going on but Matthew, please understand." She paused for a moment, the shiver in her skin not from the cold in the air but rather the gravity of the situation. "The more I tell you, the more pain I will go through. And if I tell you too much, I will die. And there is nothing I can do to help you save the people of the world if I cannot help you."

Leading him to a safe corner of the block, she stopped and stepped back. "This is as far as I can go. Go on. You must. Without me. You must. Go." She stepped before him, cupping his cheek and pressing a kiss to his chin.

Matthew Murdock

Daredevil
Enhanced
30 years old
45 posts
Feb 8 2018, 09:41 PM
The feeling of her hand guiding him was different. He was usually in control. Of everything in his life. But in that moment, Matt turned it over to Elektra. The one person in the world he had no idea he could trust so deeply until she’d given her life for him. It was his greatest regret; not being able to save her. Now she claimed that she was trying to save him again—despite everything she’d given for him. He didn’t take that fact for granted. Matt couldn’t exactly comprehend whatever was happening in the building. The gunfire. The terrorists. Elektra was efficient in finding them an exit despite the heat, chaos, and terror in the venue.

He heard the cries. Nearly felt the panic from the rapid, terrified heartbeats of everyone in the building—but Matt couldn’t stop. It would risk both himself, and Elektra. There wasn’t protection. There was no Devil that could save these people today, and it hurt. Their fate was going to be left to whatever destiny had for them; there was nothing he could do to save them, and he accepted that. Hopefully this meant he’d gotten through to Elektra; that she’d help him with whatever was happening. Essex was suspicious and this all but confirmed it. He’d learned that doing everything alone wasn’t the way to do things—not anymore. Not everyone was Wilson Fisk. Some were worse.

Matt trusted her enough to let her into this part of his life. Now she was saving him, again. That was impossible to ignore.

Her instructions were fast, but clear. He picked up on every instruction and detail. The promise of meeting him in the morning and the two of them together was warming. It showed that she truly cared. If Elektra had wanted to hurt him she would have turned him over to Essex then and there. No, she was working something deeper—and Matt understood that there was a risk. She pleaded for him to leave, and Matt swallowed hard.

She kissed him; the distant, sweet taste of her lips finding his. It’d felt like another lifetime since he’d felt her lips against his own. One hand reached forward to find her hip, returning and deepening the kiss.

For the smallest moment, nothing else mattered. It was the two of them amidst a chaos that didn’t exist anymore. Matt held the moment of wishing Elektra was everything he needed in his life. Then he returned to reality, and pulled away.

He loved her—but the Devil inside wasn’t finished. If tonight was to prove anything, it was the fact that Matt Murdock had more work to do.

”The apartment. Use the window.” Like she would have done anything different. Matt understood the sensitivity and need for protection. Nobody could know Elektra was working with him. Matt pressed his forehead to her head, nodding gently. ”Nobody understands the need for secrets more than me.” With that, he placed a quick kiss on her lips and hesitantly, pulled away from her—before turning towards the nearest street to escape the scene.

This was the last time he’d ever run.

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