JESSICA JONES.

comegente:

                       ^{waylon can break the stupid beast stereotype that precedes him if he proposes to, and in this occasion he’s not in the need of a lot of effort to do so. he doesn’t fall for her act, not after all he’s heard from waller’s lips, but doesn’t break character either.}

                       ^{with long and heavy steps, he reduces the distance between them; back and shoulders upright, chin lifted slightly, tapetum lucidum glowing in her direction. if he’s going to hurt her or let her go ? he avoids giving an answer even when he already knows it ( do not touch her ). instead, his attention focuses on the restriction signs which were evidently ignored by the girl; i’m lost resonates in his head and his stare return to hers, now tinted with a bit more of irritation.}

                       ^{he reminds himself this is nothing but pretending, yet that doesn’t seem to diminish the impact of being lied to so cynically.   “ you think me a fool ?! ”   that bark, his sharp canines, the hideous weather of the city, plus the decaying bodies lazily hidden not far away from their current location are not helping him with his friendly image, are they ?}

          _{not good enough, apparently. it’s either that or this thing has enough intuition to see
          through what she believes to have been a well performed act. now there’s no choice
          but to seek other methods of wiggling herself free from this situation alive. talk about
          pressure. that horrible stench of putrefied flesh isn’t helping matters, either. managing
          to fight back the urge to vomit takes a considerable amount of willpower alone.} 

               _{“ yeah, actually, i did. but i guess that was
                 wishful thinking. or, you know, snap
                 judgement. take your pick. “}

          _{words come dry, honest & even disrespectful. all at once, the lost lamb persona
          she’d so briefly adopted falls away. no point in trying to deceive him any longer,
          since all that’ll do is aggravate the thing even more. & considering he could
          probably PEEL her skin off with his nails & pick his TEETH with her bones,
          she isn’t too keen on playing the role of an innocent little flower any longer.}

               _{“ but can you blame me for trying? i mean,
                 look at you. you’re fucking terrifying
                 & i’m pretty sure you’ve got a
                 few dead guys over there. “}

comegente:

                       ^{his bold senses are able to catch little details that would pass unnoticed for normal people. even in the fogged darkness, every drop of sweat, every anomaly in her breathing, every trace of fear is perceived.}  

                       ^{he knows her. he knows the essential. she’s one of the reasons why the suicide squad exists. and it’s needless to say he feels proud for making her feel that way; pride that is presented in the form of a pleased twisted smile.}

                       ^{“   you’re invadin’  private property, girly. that ain’t nice.   ”}

          _{private investigators aren’t restricted by the same red tape authorities are.
          rules & laws can be bent, manipulated & sometimes broken outright. safety
          nets are missing, though, which means she can end up in situations like this
          without any backup or legal right. that thing staring her down might
          just try to kill her, & it’d be within his right.} 

          _{damn …}

          _{but being afraid doesn’t make her helpless. on the contrary, she’s more likely to
          utilize her full strength under this duress. less prone to hold back, or pull her
          punches. might be able to knock his head clean off if she’s got to. not that
          she wants to, taking a life isn’t an experience she’s urgent to repeat. =}

               _{“ i’m lost. “}

          _{an obvious lie, delivered with purposeful fragility. now she’s putting on an act,
          & she’s good. drawing all that fear up to the surface, tears welling in her eyes.
          an attempt to play on whatever humanity he might have, maybe provide
          a window of opportunity for fight or flight. “ p-please don’t hurt me. “}

                      ( @comegente┊liked ‹ ❤ › for stuff )

          _{proper fear leaves her paralyzed & stricken. fight or flight instincts kick
          in & slowly, her hands ease from where they’re nestled in the pockets
          of her leather jacket. chills run down her spine, she can feel the
          beginnings of a cold sweat forming on ebony brows. sounds of
          labored breathing seem amplified in her ears – she’s
          hyper-focused. so far, though, he isn’t
          exhibiting any hostility.} 

          <sub>could be that he’s one of those gifted people – like her in a way,
          but entirely different at the same time. dark eyes settle on his
          slightly parted maw, his teeth sharp as razors. “ you don’t
          look very friendly. “ jessica says, hoping she’s wrong. 

               “ but maybe things aren’t like that. right? “</sub>