[among the people she's watching in the chamber, she finds one watching her.
in this small space, with everyone's eyes landing on each other at some point out of a real lack of anywhere else to go, he likely believes that he's subtle, that he looks toward her at random enough intervals that nothing will be connected, but gamora knows better. everyday she has ever survived has depended upon knowing everything she can possibly know about her environment — its subtleties and its shifts; trusting ground to be solid is what leads someone to their end.
(that's what had led to her own, too, hadn't it? thinking she had the upper hand, even for a single instant, and not accounting that the ground could shift under her feet.
it's a thought that continues to resurface, just like the man's glances.)
the blade twirling in her hand comes to an abrupt stop as she grips its handle tightly. her eyes tick up, hard, her jaw set in a firm line.
there's only so much she can endure, especially when her patience still has a tendency to readily wear thin.]
If there's something you want, [she practically spits, her voice laced with a venom she would've preferred to leave in the past, but still comes entirely too easy,] you can say it.
> sebastian.
in this small space, with everyone's eyes landing on each other at some point out of a real lack of anywhere else to go, he likely believes that he's subtle, that he looks toward her at random enough intervals that nothing will be connected, but gamora knows better. everyday she has ever survived has depended upon knowing everything she can possibly know about her environment — its subtleties and its shifts; trusting ground to be solid is what leads someone to their end.
(that's what had led to her own, too, hadn't it? thinking she had the upper hand, even for a single instant, and not accounting that the ground could shift under her feet.
it's a thought that continues to resurface, just like the man's glances.)
the blade twirling in her hand comes to an abrupt stop as she grips its handle tightly. her eyes tick up, hard, her jaw set in a firm line.
there's only so much she can endure, especially when her patience still has a tendency to readily wear thin.]
If there's something you want, [she practically spits, her voice laced with a venom she would've preferred to leave in the past, but still comes entirely too easy,] you can say it.