[ yelena is fully prepared to tell valentina to fuck right off, but the sympathetically gruff voice throws her off instead. she mutters something like shit in russian, because she must look like a complete asshole to this complete stranger whose first word to her was freaking "sorry."
she's just not used to running into people at all when visiting nat — but that's mostly because she has to fight to make time to even be here. she sucks in a breath, and turns very slowly to face the man who actually isn't her employer. ]
No, I'm sorry —
[ yelena starts, but pauses just as quickly, scanning his face and wracking her brain because she feels it in her bones that she knows him. she recognizes his voice the more she thinks about it, she recalls hearing it in during her days in the red room (so only passing), but in russian, specifically. strict, and monotonous; nothing at all like the very civil tone he used with her in response to hers that was more on the hostile end.
but what hammers the nail are his icy, blue eyes and then she goes pale, like she's just seen a ghost. she'd recognize those eyes anywhere, though they are not as cold or lifeless as they once were. there is more sadness and tiredness, but she will take that over being assassinated at her sister's grave by someone who was, once upon a time, a ruthless killer.
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she's just not used to running into people at all when visiting nat — but that's mostly because she has to fight to make time to even be here. she sucks in a breath, and turns very slowly to face the man who actually isn't her employer. ]
No, I'm sorry —
[ yelena starts, but pauses just as quickly, scanning his face and wracking her brain because she feels it in her bones that she knows him. she recognizes his voice the more she thinks about it, she recalls hearing it in during her days in the red room (so only passing), but in russian, specifically. strict, and monotonous; nothing at all like the very civil tone he used with her in response to hers that was more on the hostile end.
but what hammers the nail are his icy, blue eyes and then she goes pale, like she's just seen a ghost. she'd recognize those eyes anywhere, though they are not as cold or lifeless as they once were. there is more sadness and tiredness, but she will take that over being assassinated at her sister's grave by someone who was, once upon a time, a ruthless killer.
she can relate. kind of. ]
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