natalia "natasha" romanova ✦ black widow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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asgardeventide2013-09-10 10:43 am
redhourglass) wrote in asgardeventide2013-09-10 10:43 am
seventh bite | anon text / action | backdated day 323
[ most of the time, natasha could keep her guilt to a bare minimum. she could tell herself, "i didn't know" or "i was a pawn," and maybe that would get her through the day. maybe she could say that her life was worth it because she was atoning for her debts through her work with SHIELD, saving lives one life at a time. her ledger might be dripping red, but there would be enough time; with her expanded lifespan, she would have the rest of whatever time she had left to pay back those she'd hurt.
today, however, it was unbearable. she'd heard rumors about the apple trees around the city and never one to trust the word of others, she'd thought to try it herself. it had only taken a bite before the apple had dropped out of her hand and she'd fled, into the shadows of an alley, up a roof, and somewhere safe.
somewhere dark. somewhere high.
that was earlier. it's now evening and she's sitting at a bar, swirling a liquid in her drink that smells to high heaven and certainly does not look like water. to those that know her, she's looking more morose than usual, hard lines in her face softened to something that resembles grief. ]
if you did something so horrible that you hurt many people, but you spent the rest of your life paying for it,
how long would you have to pay before it was undone?
[ anonymous red text makes an appearance on the network. natasha swirls her glass. the world is quiet. ]
today, however, it was unbearable. she'd heard rumors about the apple trees around the city and never one to trust the word of others, she'd thought to try it herself. it had only taken a bite before the apple had dropped out of her hand and she'd fled, into the shadows of an alley, up a roof, and somewhere safe.
somewhere dark. somewhere high.
that was earlier. it's now evening and she's sitting at a bar, swirling a liquid in her drink that smells to high heaven and certainly does not look like water. to those that know her, she's looking more morose than usual, hard lines in her face softened to something that resembles grief. ]
if you did something so horrible that you hurt many people, but you spent the rest of your life paying for it,
how long would you have to pay before it was undone?
[ anonymous red text makes an appearance on the network. natasha swirls her glass. the world is quiet. ]
ooc: my late contribution to the Fruits of Our Labor Event! feel free to respond to natasha in person (action) or on the network!
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It seems I had the same idea in my world, if the apple's true.
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what color did you eat?
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I don't know that it gets easier.
[She's grasping at straws, but the 'red font lady' had struck before, and she always had that faintly 'I have issues' feel at times.]
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[ she's not wrong. natasha would just rather not spread her issues around. ]
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That, or a lobotomy. That's always an option.
[It's hard to tell that she's being slightly sarcastic with that one, what with it being anonymous text.
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i'm sure there would be plenty of people who would lobotomize a killer, here.
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