She goes completely silent for nearly two weeks. Her phone seems to be disconnected, no one really seems to have heard from her.
It’s probably pretty jarring to walk into his own flat, which he knows he left quite distinctly both empty and locked when he left it last night… to find a lithe blonde passed out on his couch. She doesn’t seem to notice the sound of the key in the door or the soft squeal of the lower hinge as the door is pushed open; she doesn’t hear the soft, light footsteps as he moves around either.
She looks at peace in her sleep, at least. It makes her really look her age. Makes her seem smaller, somehow. So still, quiet and relaxed in a way she never is when she’s awake. Like this, she could almost pass for a typical 20-something.
Almost.
She still has tactical boots on, a knife tucked inside of one of them. Her hair is swept up in a messy ponytail and has no less than three other blades hidden on her person somewhere.
The tv is on low, little more than a soft murmur of sound so the room isn’t completely silent. He can either wake her up or let her come to in her own time— depends on what he thinks is worth more: Letting Yelena actually get some sleep or finding out why she’s here.
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Date: 2023-07-07 01:31 am (UTC)———
She goes completely silent for nearly two weeks. Her phone seems to be disconnected, no one really seems to have heard from her.
It’s probably pretty jarring to walk into his own flat, which he knows he left quite distinctly both empty and locked when he left it last night… to find a lithe blonde passed out on his couch. She doesn’t seem to notice the sound of the key in the door or the soft squeal of the lower hinge as the door is pushed open; she doesn’t hear the soft, light footsteps as he moves around either.
She looks at peace in her sleep, at least. It makes her really look her age. Makes her seem smaller, somehow. So still, quiet and relaxed in a way she never is when she’s awake. Like this, she could almost pass for a typical 20-something.
Almost.
She still has tactical boots on, a knife tucked inside of one of them. Her hair is swept up in a messy ponytail and has no less than three other blades hidden on her person somewhere.
The tv is on low, little more than a soft murmur of sound so the room isn’t completely silent. He can either wake her up or let her come to in her own time— depends on what he thinks is worth more: Letting Yelena actually get some sleep or finding out why she’s here.