mauved | i'm pretty much an avenger

⯇ · [ she seems him falter and immediately feels a surge of guilt. it's been a long time since she's been that kate that ached to please people (decades, even) but every now and then she'll feel an echo of it tug at the back of her mind like an old, annoying memory. her hesitance doesn't waver, but she does wish she could have been gentler with how she'd presented it, if only to make him look a little less unsure of himself.

it's a smile she offers him again, small but reassuring. the hand in his is still there, squeezing firmly to remind him that she hasn't yet pulled away. ]

It's a really generous offer. I'm touched you'd even make it, honest.

[ but... there's a "but" there that hangs unspoken between them as kate struggles to find the words to follow it. ]

It wasn't that long ago that I left my partner to strike out on my own. And while I can't say I've been doing stellar since then, it's been... I dunno. Enlightening? Like I'm finding myself again or — or something.

[ she laughs a little, mostly at herself. ]

That probably sounds really dumb to you. [ it sounds a little dumb to her, now that she's said it out loud. suddenly she isn't really sure what she wants. ]

Maybe we can give it a trial run? I know we were well together with the detective part but... You have a whole team here, don't you? I don't want to ruin that jive you've got with them, either.

⯇ · [ it doesn't escape kate's notice that yet another one of her new acquaintances seems to have a knack for getting themselves into trouble. she's starting to wonder if it's her, if she's just a magnet for these kind of people — like attracts like, after all — but it's not like she has a particular problem with it so much as it's a... funny observation. of course, it'd probably be funnier if it didn't quite involve so much blood.

she's at least 98% sure that jason's fine. if he can make it to her apartment on a bike, he's probably not at a big risk of passing out due to lack of blood or some fatal stab to a vital organ or something like that. probably. okay maybe she's only 95% sure because, let's be real, she did only just meet him and also he seems like the kind of guy who'd brush off something more serious with way more bravado than he has any business having. (like really does attract like, huh...)

anyway, she's got her handy little med kit all set up (good to have such things close by for her own close calls) on the coffee table, so she spends the rest of her time glancing between her phone and out her window to look out for an incoming bike... hopefully not trailing blood behind it. ]

⯇ · [ the frown on her face only deepens at eunhyuk's enlightening sentiment and, for once, she finds herself as a loss for words. she supposes there's not really much one can say to that; it's as real as real can get, and somehow she can't say she's surprised some sicko out there is pervasive and insidious enough to try and manipulate someone while in the midst of gunning them down via spider-bot. from how well made the machine looks, she doesn't think it's too far a cry to think the creator would view these machines as their own children.

which frankly just makes her want to get the thing out of here even faster. ]

Strip them? Sell them for parts?

[ she watches eunhyuk's prodding produce no semblance of a reaction from the machine, allowing her to feel just a touch more relaxed. ]

It's fine. I know a guy who knows a guy who should be able to figure out where this thing came from.

[ but on to more important things—

she rounds on him fully, now that the threat has been taken care of. in her veins there still pumps some of that adrenaline and fear, clipping her tone. ]

How are you? Are you okay?

Hey, Kate.

I know this should probably be a phone call, but I figured you're either out, or sleeping, and I really needed to tell you this right now. It can't wait.

I want to tell you that I'm sorry.

I feel like I've been a real asshole lately and I don't mean to be. I don't want things to be weird or tense between us, but I feel like that's how things have been going anyway. There are a lot of reasons and excuses I could give, but none of them excuse anything, I realize that.

It's not you, alright? I don't want you to think it is, and I really hope you don't. I'm gonna get my head out of my ass and be better, and I hope that you'll give me that chance.

Sorry, I know this is a weird and long text, but I hope you can forgive me for being such a dick.

I care about you a lot.

<3

Edited 2021-10-11 15:03 (UTC)

Should I just assume I'm never seeing that sweater again?

[attached is a picture of a certain archer's apartment, with seasonally appropriate green plant held from the ceiling by a certain wall-crawling hero person. said plant, along with he person holding it appear limp and sad.]

in retrospect, i probably should've realized you'd be pretty busy with your current caseload.

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txt @ 2am

idk where this is but def before the trip

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