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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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He gets up from his stool and occupies the empty one next to her. He slaps some Asgardian money down on the counter top for the barkeep.]
Just give us the bottle.
[Naturally the bartender does what he's told and plucks up the cash to take over to the cash register.]
Hey Nat.
[He offers her a smile but it's pretty strained. He's doing his best to be comforting but he's not in the best shape either.]
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But you can remember, and you can be better than who you were.
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[All the anonymous, he means. There's been a good deal of it lately.]
You're really going in for the whole atonement thing?
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But why's that matter?
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It depends on what you did. If you keep trying to make up for it, you shouldn’t shackle yourself with guilt forever.
But you need to learn to forgive yourself first, before you can really heal from it.
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[Text] forever~
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There is no way to change the past. But that does not mean one must be trapped by it.
Are you all right?
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He's alone in his room, sitting on the edge of his bed, shoulders hunched, an expression of numb despair on his face. It's only in futile attempt to distract himself that he checks the network feed - and the anonymous message posted in red text stands out to him so sharply, hits so close to home, that he feels compelled to reply.]
A lifetime.
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[ or try to run away from it, same thing. ]
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[Gaia would gladly pay every day of her life for hurting the man she loved. Loves?]
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in person aw yeah
Spotting Natasha at the bar is a pleasant surprise, even if she's looking a little rough around the edges, so Steve makes a beeline over to her. Drinking is always better with friends, after all.]
Mind some company?
aw yusss
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The past cannot be unwritten. You give your life for theirs, one way or another.
omg the king himself.
gently giving my kings 2 u bb.
all da kings.
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You made a big boo boo. Learn to live with it.
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