( look, it's bad enough that he knows what people ate a few days ago and can tell how attractive people are through sonar bullshit. if he was out here instantly recognizing people loved him, Matt would be even more of a nightmare. and it's just a fact that it's hard to accept that someone might love you when your entire world was build on the broken premise that nobody would or could.
it really doesn't help that the last time he let himself think Elektra loved him, she abandoned him. he almost doesn't want to see what is perhaps obvious in front of him, though there's only so long that can last.
especially when he's already faltering on the distance he tried to convince himself was necessary. it's a little too easy to fall back into things with Elektra, and that means something too, not that he's willing to think about that for very long. instead it's just easier to lean on the pretense of practicality (if they want to stay sharp, they are probably the best match the other has) and familiarity (he doesn't have to hide things Elektra has known for years). the rest he'd rather not think about.
the kick is nice, the power is enough to rattle the chain. it could have decked him if he didn't sidestep the swing. he follows the bag as it lands in her grasp, landing a jab and then a hook like butterfly kisses dead-on the middle of the bag, as if he was playing a game of darts and not practicing his hand to hand. )
I can't say I've got a lot on my dance card. ( death leaves him with more time on his hands than he likes. they'll need to be careful of someone walking in on them, though Matt doesn't seem quite as blind and hopeless when he takes his glasses off. a stranger might not even realize. he's not exactly dressed for the occasion and pulls his sweater over his head to abandon it along with his glasses on a bench. ) C'mon, there are mats over here. ( he's 100% NOT suggesting the ring. )
my icons are a fuckn MESS but making new ones is proving to be a time sink nightmare
it really doesn't help that the last time he let himself think Elektra loved him, she abandoned him. he almost doesn't want to see what is perhaps obvious in front of him, though there's only so long that can last.
especially when he's already faltering on the distance he tried to convince himself was necessary. it's a little too easy to fall back into things with Elektra, and that means something too, not that he's willing to think about that for very long. instead it's just easier to lean on the pretense of practicality (if they want to stay sharp, they are probably the best match the other has) and familiarity (he doesn't have to hide things Elektra has known for years). the rest he'd rather not think about.
the kick is nice, the power is enough to rattle the chain. it could have decked him if he didn't sidestep the swing. he follows the bag as it lands in her grasp, landing a jab and then a hook like butterfly kisses dead-on the middle of the bag, as if he was playing a game of darts and not practicing his hand to hand. )
I can't say I've got a lot on my dance card. ( death leaves him with more time on his hands than he likes. they'll need to be careful of someone walking in on them, though Matt doesn't seem quite as blind and hopeless when he takes his glasses off. a stranger might not even realize. he's not exactly dressed for the occasion and pulls his sweater over his head to abandon it along with his glasses on a bench. ) C'mon, there are mats over here. ( he's 100% NOT suggesting the ring. )