fridgetothefire: (quietude)
Anya Lehnsherr | Earth 97400 ([personal profile] fridgetothefire) wrote in [personal profile] anewlanguage 2014-04-03 04:32 pm (UTC)

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[She takes another breath, deep but not particularly slow, lets herself settle. She nods, smiles.

She thinks of the sound the curtain made when it was pulled aside, so much louder than her breath, the way the marble floor vibrated under her thin-soled shoes when Magneto bellowed, startled and embarrassed to realize she was there, even though of course he could sense her iron blood the whole time. She'd just kept still and quiet, and he'd forgotten.

She thinks of the moment she cracked, or was forged, the moment she decided to kill him. None of it overpowers her, anymore. It's baked into her foundations, but they're steady, and she knows where all the pitfalls are. She's calm when she answers, secure in herself.]


I am. It just brought up some memories - unexpected, not unbearable.

[She clasps her hands behind her back, strides around the space, a quick but careful examination. She's not a small girl, though she sometimes still holds herself like one, 5'7" plus sturdy boots, starts listing places, half-consciously ranking them by the range of movement she'd have to strike from if someone caught and cornered her. It's easy, like this. A game she can do well at.]

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