( chance at a dance ) [There wasn't any going back for her anyway, so arriving here at this point, being told she's stuck? Well it's one hell of a way to have an after life if there's even one to have. Fairies. That part is unexpected. It's a bit too pretty for her, like she ended up somewhere nicer than maybe she feels she deserves. Making the choice she did should have absolved all of that, but Natasha is keeping those feelings buried down deep enough as she more or less encircles the perimeter of dance.
There seem to be some familiar faces here which is odd if it's meant to be some after life. But she'll take that at face value. After all it's not as if she knows the source it's coming from, knows she can trust it. At this point it's all information, and she needs more. So she will be eventually making her own presence known, stepping up with that all too confident grin-- regardless if she knows the person in front of her or not. Everyone can be an asset in their own way.]
I've been waiting to see if I could get you alone. Can I have this dance?
[She's done worse for intel before.]
( flower power ) [There's a spread of flowers, all different sorts in front of her. Nat gravitates toward a black rose naturally, but she doesn't go for one specifically in the moment. Rose seems fitting, but it's not as if she's set either. The orchid, chrysanthamum, and dahlia do have their appeals as her finger moves delicately over a petal.
She senses someone's presence stepping next to her, and she coolly looks back up.]
What color do you think suits me?
( geis ) I had a sister. She saw this pink unicorn at school. Wouldn't stop talking about it. She was told she would probably break it. It was fragile, and the unicorn had a sharp horn. Before her birthday we went to the mall to get it for her. I don't think I ever saw someone smile that big before.
And the horn definitely wound up missing. [Who knows what Yelena did with it.]
natasha romanoff | mcu
[There wasn't any going back for her anyway, so arriving here at this point, being told she's stuck? Well it's one hell of a way to have an after life if there's even one to have. Fairies. That part is unexpected. It's a bit too pretty for her, like she ended up somewhere nicer than maybe she feels she deserves. Making the choice she did should have absolved all of that, but Natasha is keeping those feelings buried down deep enough as she more or less encircles the perimeter of dance.
There seem to be some familiar faces here which is odd if it's meant to be some after life. But she'll take that at face value. After all it's not as if she knows the source it's coming from, knows she can trust it. At this point it's all information, and she needs more. So she will be eventually making her own presence known, stepping up with that all too confident grin-- regardless if she knows the person in front of her or not. Everyone can be an asset in their own way.]
I've been waiting to see if I could get you alone. Can I have this dance?
[She's done worse for intel before.]
( flower power )
[There's a spread of flowers, all different sorts in front of her. Nat gravitates toward a black rose naturally, but she doesn't go for one specifically in the moment. Rose seems fitting, but it's not as if she's set either. The orchid, chrysanthamum, and dahlia do have their appeals as her finger moves delicately over a petal.
She senses someone's presence stepping next to her, and she coolly looks back up.]
What color do you think suits me?
( geis )
I had a sister. She saw this pink unicorn at school. Wouldn't stop talking about it. She was told she would probably break it. It was fragile, and the unicorn had a sharp horn. Before her birthday we went to the mall to get it for her. I don't think I ever saw someone smile that big before.
And the horn definitely wound up missing. [Who knows what Yelena did with it.]