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| Black Sky: (Just Like) Starting Over | |
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| Date of Scene: | 11 February 2019 |
| Location: | Georgian Creeds - Westchester |
| Synopsis: | Elektra and Matt share a quiet evening together reconnecting. |
| Cast of Characters: | Elektra, Daredevil
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- Elektra has posed:
Our life together is so precious together$eWe have grown, we have grown
Although our love is still special
Let's take a chance and fly away somewhere alone
(Just Like) Starting Over ~John Lennon
It was done. The legal paperwork was finished. She'd been declared legally alive. The offical press release was prepared, though rumours had already started to fly, and numerous sources already had begun to speculate was she or wasn't she.. And meanwhile, Elektra was learning who she wanted to be.
Tonight, however, was a night stolen away from all of those things and outside worries. Even though Matt might not be rich, Elektra herself was, and there was a perfect place to steal away and spend the evening with him - away from prying eyes, questions, obligations, and any semblance of who or what the world expected either of them to be, other than what they, themselves created.
It's with amusement that Elektra comes calling after telling him to dress for the evening, and greets Matthew with another request:
"Humour me?" And barring arguments, she blindfolds him once they're in the car together. Telling her driver, "You know where." And leaving it at that.
- Daredevil has posed:
Matt had helped where he could with the paperwork, for the most part it was swearing affidavits about what he knew about Elektra's death and when.
Other than that it had been about building a new life for himself, reclaiming parts of the life he'd left behind to fight his war, and adding the parts that included Elektra.
So, when he's told to dress for the evening, he doesn't have to sneak away from work to do it, he finishes up his paperwork at the office, says goodbye to Foggy and Karen, then heads back home to pull on his best suit, the one he dusts off for the yearly fundraiser at St. Agnes where he wants to play the role of successful orphan for the donors.
Though when he comes down to the car and hear's the whisper of silk suggesting the blindfold, he grins, "Sure, but ear plugs might work better," he says taking off his shades and tucking them in his pocket.
- Elektra has posed:
There's a soft, rich laugh from Elektra. "It really isn't about whether or not you know where we're going." And it isn't. It was.. the feel of the thing. The allowing themselves to try to be other than what their previous relationship had defined. Sure, they could keep some of those things - but not all. There was no need. No sentimetality to keeping what did not serve them.
As it happens, they take a scenic drive, Elektra describing the sights as they pass them. "It won't be much longer now before the ice rink is gone. They've lit it with blue and white lights, stringing them up to poles so that it looks like circus tents. There's a couple standing in the middle of the rink looking up. I can't see what they're looking at. But she's smiling.." Of Times Square.
"The theatre marquis are brilliant tonight. The skies are so clear that the lights are sharp and almost cutting. It's like wandering into a forgotten corner of the world. So many people on the streets. Some in their finest. Some dressed for nothing more than a walk in the park, but they all are standing in the same lines waiting to go in, or to buy tickets. They look like children, they're all so excited." Of the theatre district.
The streetlights are a peculiar yellow here, and strung between them are red paper lanterns. All of the store fronts have lucky cats and coins hug from ribbons. There are paper cuttings and upside down fu figures. Some fat pigs - I think those are for the tourists. Everyone is moving so carefully and slowly. Like walking is a reverence.." Of China Town.
And then quieter streets where she speaks of the homes. Or snow figures on lawns. How one lone Christmas tree has been left by a corner, and children have hung mittens on it. Someone has put a hat where a star should go...
As they travel, she gives him the world as she sees it.
- Daredevil has posed:
Elektra's explanation has Matt smiling brightly. "I like it," he says and easily surrenders to having the blindfold tied around his eyes.
It was funny in a way, he'd expected it to somehow change things, but naturally it didn't, he could still 'see' like he always could, and yet it still felt different, special.
He leans back into the rich leather of his seat then shifts closer to Elektra, leaning on her too.
The ride is esquisite, Elektra painting Matt a picture of the world as she sees it while their car winds their way through New York. Someone told him that it could be erotic to experience art through someone else's eyes, he found the same was true of the city, his city.
"Go on," he urges from beside her even as they slip into the suburubs.
- Daredevil has posed:
Elektra's explanation has Matt smiling brightly. "I like it," he says and easily surrenders to having the blindfold tied around his eyes.
It was funny in a way, he'd expected it to somehow change things, but naturally it didn't, he could still 'see' like he always could, and yet it still felt different, special.
He leans back into the rich leather of his seat then shifts closer to Elektra, leaning on her too.
The ride is esquisite, Elektra painting Matt a picture of the world as she sees it while their car winds their way through New York. Someone told him that it could be erotic to experience art through someone else's eyes, he found the same was true of the city, his city.
"Go on," he urges from beside her even as they slip into the suburubs.
- Elektra has posed:
Elektra, of course, knows where they are going, and at a sign, her driver slows their journey down.
"The houses here were built after wartime houses, and before suburbs were truly a thing," she says softly. Wartime houses having been built quickly to welcome soldiers home and accomodate their return to society, and ability to raise a family - the houses small and flipped in layout one after another along streets. The same with modern suburban homes - only those were larger, and of several designs, still with layouts flipped upon themselves, or slight variations inside in whether or not there was a den or a livingroom, or a their bedroom or study.. These homes she points out all had stories. Personality - much like the browstones within the city itself.
"People came here with dreams. I think if we could, we could see a story in each of them. They must have been exquisite to view during the holdays." A thought she'd never given time to before. "I imagine they are like books. Filled with pages waiting to be written upon.."
Her lips curl across a casual smile. "I have so few memories of my childhood. Houses too big for one person, or even a family. I didn't understand what it was to be a diplomat's daughter. I only knew we lived in rooms that stretched as far as forests might."
"Dojos. Places cold and austure. Nothing of nurturing." Certainly there were places of training that would offer such comforts, but Elektra's training had been meant to break such humanity from her, and as such, offered no such solace. "They were places where your comfort was waking up the next day, only to begin again."
And sometimes, even then, the say started in the middle of the night, called sleepily to a fight, or perhaps startled and surprised within your own cell and forced to earn the right to sleep again.
"I remember Kairos most, though. I am glad it was where.." Elektra does not finish the thought, but she does not have to. And, as timing would have it, the car pulls into a small 'parkinglot' that is nothing much more than an enlarged driveway, with a circumspect and non-presupposing house that bears a small sign at the door that reads: Georgian Creeds.
- Daredevil has posed:
Matt continues to listen even as the car slows. Though it's strange to be stopping here of all places. Any other woman and he might think she'd bought them one of these houses to live in, but Matt knew better but apparently not enough to work out exactly where it was they were going.
It was a mystery and it thrilled him as was plain by the smile on his face.
"Must have been lonely," he remarks of growing up the way she did having everything but the sense of family, then being thrown into life with Stick.
For Matt's life he vaguely remembered their home on the bottom floor of an old brownstone, one they'd never been able to afford, even in Hell's Kitchen if it hadn't been bought by Matt's grandparents back when New York real estate wasn't the sole province of the insanely rich. After that it was the green walls of St. Agnes, and finally the dorms at Columnia reaking of ramen noodles, coffee, weed, and cortisol.
"I was too," Matt says without naming the thing they were talking about. "We should go back there, if it's not too hard," he says. He'd liked it there and he'd imagined it would be much easier to enjoy it now without Elektra's death hanging over them.
When they get out of the car, he finds the sign and runs a hand over the letters.
"Georgian Creeds?" he asks brows rising.
- Elektra has posed:
"I would like that," Elektra says of Kairos. It was a thing that had been playing upon her mind already. Something she wanted, not only to put the final pieces of her past to rest, but to reclaim the place for herself. To feel it, and let it feel her in return.
There's a soft laugh as Matthew runs his fingers over the sign of the place - she'd been about to put his had there, and let him learn where they were on his own. There's a nod, and a simple, "You'll see."
She's barely knocked upon the door when it opens, and two friendly, middle-aged faces greet them earnestly. "It's you!" Mrs. Diamonte exclaims ushering them in, pointing out, "Alphonso said it could be that awful man again, and that the stories weren't true, but I said, Alphonso, I know Ms. Natchios, and you mark my words, it will be her. Just you see."
Alphonso gives an indulgent smile to his wife. "And you were right. I return to the kitchen now. Tonight you are our guests. No charge. This is from us to you."
Which seems to surprise Elektra, the woman pausing in consideration before she gracefully inclines her head, "You honour us. My gratitude."
Helene, of course, is ushering, offering to take coats. "And your blindfold, my dear. I dare say you meant to leave that in the car, but no mind, what happens within these walls is as private as if this were your own home."
Turning to Elektra, "Oh, my dear. He is a handsome one. You know the way. The sideboard is set up with beverages and an assortment of snacks. We've lit the fire. Do forgive the presumption.."
And clucking away to herself, Helene disappears after her husband, leaving the couple to see to their own comforts in the more casual of the two dining areas offered.
- Daredevil has posed:
"Me too," Matt confirms of the trip to Kairos. Then gestures at his blindfold to ask if he can take it off now.
Laughing Matt replies, "Fair enough," to the 'You'll see' he's given about their ultimate destination tonight. Only to be swept up the effusive greeting given to Elektra, like long lost family.
Matt simply weathers it rather than trying to make sense of it all, he could guess this was a restaurant by the smells coming from the kitchen, but the rest was just a blank to him.
He does greet the Diamontes though with a smile and an offered hand. "Thank you very much, that's very generous," he says of the free meal.
When the couple vanishes he looks to Elektra. "What is this place?" he asks Then with a smile, he adds one more question: "And awful man?"
- Elektra has posed:
Elektra moves to the sideboard of the room, "Drink, Matthew?"
Supposing he'll say yes, she takes two tumblers and pours a measure of scotch in each.
"I believe she refers to John. A man I once made a bet with, that if he could find this place, I'd have dinner with him. He took another woman in my place." She's amused that she remembers this. It seemed clearer to her, this memory, now that she was here, and thinking on it. "The Diamontes were very disappointed in me for a time. You musn't mind Helene and Alphonso. They're rather unique as far as hosts and hostesses go. They take this seriously."
The drinks are brought over, and set upon the low table that abuts the fur rug before the fire, and nestles between two couches.
"It's very old world here. You come, and for the evening they treat you like beloved family. I do hope you don't mind surprises for dinner. One does't order a meal here, a meal is created for the occassion, as seen by Alphonso. We may have a wait, but it will be worth it."
- Daredevil has posed:
Matt is drinking in the place with his senses when he replies, "Sure," to the drink. He doesn't need to specify, he can tell by the smell she's pouring him a Macallan triple cask, same as he had the night they met.
"And they call the guy in Hell's Kitchen Daredevil," Matt says chuckling about this 'John' and his taking someone else on a date. "Seems like he made an impression here at least."
Listening to the rest Matt makes his way to the sofa and takes a seat, being determined to get into the spirit of the evening, he stretches out his arm along the back of the couch to allow Elektra to join him.
"I think I can get used to that," Matt says of the place and it's customs. "Food's definitely going to be a surprise," he says nostrils flaring slightly as he draws in the scents, "I know some of those smells but not all of them. And I can handle some waiting. How'd you find this place?"
- Elektra has posed:
"I could say this place finds you?" Elektra gives an enigmatic shrug as she settles on the couch curling her legs up beneath her, despite her little black dress, shoes kicked off negligently. "It's the sort of place you come to with someone else. If you know of it, it's assumed you belong here. Of course, I do think John might want to be careful about returning. I'm quite certain he can't afford the price."
She sips her Macallan, letting the scent of it, and the smooth bite of it washing over her tastebuds drawing memories of meeting this man to mind.
"It truly is a gift to have the charge waived. I think they may like you."
She's smiling as she says it, and nods as he speaks of the scents. "Alphonso - I don't know if he is a trained chef or not, but his food is beyond compare. Each meal unique to the experience. If I didn't know any better, I might believe magic were involved."
- Daredevil has posed:
Matt offers a faint smile about it being a place that finds you, another night he might have called bullshit or teased but tonight he was ready to be swept away the otherworldly tranquility of the place, surely having Elektra, a couch, a fire and a good scotch was enough?
He takes a sip of the scotch savouring it like he was this experience. It brought up memories of their past and that seemed like a good place to begin in finding a new future.
"Glad I made an impression," Matt says of Alphonso liking him. As for magic, "Stranger things have happened," he says.
And it has, recently.
Though magic or not the food comes in smelling of warm spices as Helene comes in carrying a tray of seared scallops set on the shell, garnished with delicate strips of pickled vegitables and dusted with spices.
"Enjoy," she says with an earnest smile for the couple before she departs again.
- Elektra has posed:
Elektra watches Helene enter with the appetizers, and leave again, the other woman's blue eyes twinkling at the pair, and especially Matt.
"Oh, I do think she likes you. That, or she's pleased I seem to have brought home someone at least moderately passable."
Elektra jokes about the place being like bringing your date home to meet the parents. In may respects, the place is much like that, the couple always hospitable to their guests, but even more so to those who they chose to include in the smaller inner circle that suffices as 'family'.
Oddly, especially given who and what Elektra was prior, to the Diamontes, Elektra was taken into that circle and seemingly cherised as such.
- Daredevil has posed:
"Do you think so?" Matt asks giving Mrs. Diamonte a smile, then feeling his way forward to find one of the appetizers, trying it.
Matt had never been one for the fancy foods of the rich and famous, but for this, he might make an exception. Despite being pricy, and served with class, there was a hominess to the food that made him think of visiting Foggy's family, despite them being the sort to laugh at the idea of serving scallops.
He finishes his bite saying, "I think I can see why you like it here," he says and he doesn't mean the food. He could see this place was a refuge for Elektra, a place where she could belong.
- Elektra has posed:
Elektra watches as Matt discovers the magic of this place. The price might be out of the world, but the food wasn't pretentious in the way the restaurants of the elite were. You might find yourself eating a simple stew here as much as you might be served prime rib. One never knew. But always the food was catered to the guests, and Alphonso's unerring ability to know what would suit best.
It would be more correct to say the price here was simply to allow the couple to treat their guests in this manner and NOT have to cater to crowds of folks wishing only to be trendy, or dine upon delicacies merely to say they had and boast of how much it had set their pocketbook back.
Here.. only merely was, and enjoyed the experience. It was were someone like Elektra went to enjoy an evening, not to be a seen or see.
She, herself, leans and takes up one of the scallops, letting herself eat it slowly. "It feels like a home," she tells him simply - even though the word was not one she had vast amounts of experience with.
- Daredevil has posed:
"It does," Matt agrees settling back and patting the leather of the sofa, feeling it under his sensitive fingers. "Well, home, but with better furniture," he adds wryly.
His place was several grades lower than this one.
"So, now that you've got me here, what's next? Dinner like a regular couple? Or do you have a few more surprises in store?" he asks teasing. They were anything but a conventional couple but he had to admit just having dinner together felt hopefull, like they could be something more than the couple that wasn't meant to be, even if they hadn't decided where they were headed.
"Not complaining either way," he adds, reaching for his drink.
- Elektra has posed:
Elektra laughs at Matt as he asks about 'what's next'.
"I'm fairly certain Helen and Alphonso would be quite discrete were we to engage in other activities, but I thought just dinner. Dinner in a place where we could relax without prying eyes or others interrupting." (And in truth, they would likely not be the first, nor the last couple to enjoy the hospitality in such fashion... However.)
She smiles, and relaxes back in her position on the couch, sipping at her drink.
"We have the whole world, suddenly, Matthew. So many things we can do or be. So much past to put behind us."
- Daredevil has posed:
Matt Murdock doesn't really blush. but he comes close when she suggests doing that /here/. He'd just met the Diamontes but he already felt bad about the idea of doing that sort of thing here in this refuge they'd built.
"Hope the cost of dinner covers a new couch then," he says of other couples doing things where they were sitting. As best as he could tell, nobody had for awhile at least. There was no scent of it. "And dinner definitely works."
He takes another sip of his drink then nods. "Feels strange," he says of the new vistas laid out ahead of them. "I'm feeling a bit of choice paralysis, we've always had so few options before."
- Elektra has posed:
There's another of those rich laughs of hers. "I would imagine the rug and the fireplace over the couch, Matthew. I really haven't given it that much thought, other than to recognize humans are human, and we're very much treated as if this were our own home for the evening."
Her laughter softens into a chuckle. "I think if we were to consider such things that there are other places nearer my heart." The most obvious being Fogwells. Though she wouldn't swear against this place. At least not with Matthew.
The fireplace, and its crackling fire is considered. "I've never had this freedom. Not with you. Not with anyone. Not since I was a child, and even then it feels like such a vague memory, cluttered with the obligations of childhood." What little childhood she was allowed. "I think I would like to visit Kairos. If you would care to come with me?" Her gaze is returned to him as she asks. She knows the place holds fraught memories for him; it does for herself as well. More importantly, though, it's also the only place she's ever felt truly was her own. "Just us. Unless you think.."
Elektra didn't have others to invite, but she also knew he did. And that this was a time of forging things. Relationships. Futures. Not all of which would be limited to the two of them alone. Even if she wished time alone with him there.
"I have also met with Sifu. To finish what I could not before."
There is a sense she does not mean the continued fight of the Black Sky prophecy.
- Daredevil has posed:
Matt casts his attention towards the rug and the fireplace with a clinical frown, that threatens to become a smile, "The couch seems comfier," he observes before he grins to make a joke of it. "But to each their own."
He nods of people treating the place as their own but somewhere in Matt's Catholic schoolboy heart it felt wrong, like making a mess in someone's home.
"Me too," he says of other place to do such things.
"I'm all for visiting Kairos," Matt assures her putting his hand on hers. It was a place where she died, yes, but it is also where she lived, and it's closeness to her heart made the grim past managable. "Just us," he says of inviting others. "Maybe your uncle for dinner one night, but that's about it." He turns his head towards her, seeking a sense of her thoughts.
"Though after the trip, I'll probably have to do some work at the firm or Foggy's going to threaten to dissolve the partnership," he jokes. He was back in the office but he knew he'd put a lot on Foggy's shoulders of late. He would need to make up for that.
That last news though comes as a surprise. "Really? You're training with him again?"
- Elektra has posed:
Elektra's lips remain curled into an honest smile - a thing she rarely showed in the past, and even now still only gave in unguarded moments such as this - as Matt speaks of Kairos. Just them. And dinner with her uncle.
"He would like that, I believe. He very much put himself on the line for myself. I think of all the people I have ever known, he is one of the few I would trust implicitly." Even if she also knew he had known of her training, and what it had cost her. It was an odd sort of trust. Like Matt, and to a lesser extent Stick, Kostas knew almost all there was of the truth of Elektra Natchios. He was a fixture in her life.
"I believe he would like to meet you as well. To perhaps decide whether he should be concerned about our association or not."
She says it teasingly, even though it is also true. Kostas would vet Matt as a suitor as dilegently as any Greek father might. Perhaps moreso given her father's early passing, and her subsequent life.
"I like Foggy. I'm not sure why he still works with you," she teases. Again, a fairly new, and guarded thing from the woman. "And, yes. I have asked to be a student again. I think it is time. There is much I failed to understand in the past. Perhaps I will listen now."
- Daredevil has posed:
Matt enjoys the smile in abstract, he can't see it but he can feel it in the ease of her posture, the lilt of her laugh it felt good.
"I know, and he and I have met," Matt says about what Kostas had done for Elektra. "He was there when I got things signed over to my control," there had been a press conference and everything. Though that was when Elektra was 'dead; now that she was alive it made sense he wanted another look at him.
There is a smirk for the idea of him sizing Matt up. "Should I expect to find him cleaning his shotgun when we meet again?" he asks, playing off the old trope of the father, or in this case uncle, scaring a girls suitors into behaving. "Because he's coming a bit late to the party."
They'd already misbehaved.
"Me too," Matt allows fondly of his partner. "That's why I don't want to leave him hanging for long, but we'll have time for Kairos."
He nods to the lessons. "Will you want him along with us?" he asks about the trip. "Or can your lessons wait until we get back?"
- Elektra has posed:
"Ah, yes," Elektra answers thoughtfully, sipping from her drink. "I suppose you would have, while I was.. indisposed." It feels so far away and abstract now, that time. "He's a good man. As for shotguns, perhaps? I think he might wish to make it clear that if you're going to remain in my life there are certain standards to be upheld."
Her lips bow at the edges with mirth.
"Late? Hardly." she continues in answer to him. "Greek women are strong willed and don't take lightly to being told how to behave. He may wish to warn you off, though. For your own safety."
Kosmos was more than well aware that Elektra could hold her own, though that didn't mitigate any feelings of responsibility he felt in making certain that she was happy. Especially now.
"Do I wish Sifu to come with us? Most certainly not. It would hardly be a getaway with him along. Unless you were suggesting we make a small party of it, and invite others."
It wasn't as if the villa or the island weren't big enough. And, as with the Tournament, guests could stay on the boat, leaving the couple alone in the villa.
- Daredevil has posed:
Lips curling upwards, Matt gives a "Heh," of wry amusement before parroting, "Indisposed." That was certainly one way to put things.
He takes a sip of his drink, the strong liquor pleasantly burning his sensitive tastebuds. He swallows it down in time to ask, "Standards?" brows raising above his shades.
The rest earns a chuckle at the idea of being warned off. "A little late for that too."
Then, as to the idea of turning the trip into a party, Matt grins shaking his head. "No. The two of us will be just fine," he reaches out to take her hand and kiss the back of it. "Maybe you can give me a tour of the island like you gave me a tour of the city on the way here. Among other activities."
- Elektra has posed:
Elektra laughs throatily. "Well, consider yourself warned, then. After all, you had a chance to run away, and you chose not to take it." Her smile, never a oft seen thing, is a true one, and can be heard in her voice.
She laughs again at his suggested island activities. "I see. A tour, and a beating in the dojo? I think I can arrange for that. It's been some time since I reminded you who was better."
Teasingly smug.
- Daredevil has posed:
Elektra's smile is met by an easy one of Matt's own. Rare in it's own way, even with his shades on it was an unguarded thing, a moment without any masks. "True, someone else might have run when you were 'indisposed,' but I'm glad I didn't."
"Not exactly what I had in mind," Matt remarks drolly. "But it's nice you want to remind me I'm better, shows humility, real growth." He teases her lightly laughter in his eyes and on his lips.
"Though we don't need the island for that."
- Elektra has posed:
"Even before I was indisposed," Elektra says softly. "You never gave up on me. When we fought so long ago and parted ways, I didn't know what was in store for me, but I never forgot you. You were always the standard I held others to. It's funny, when we met again, when you spurned me, I wanted to believe that all it was was spite and anger I had. That all I wanted to do was prove I could get your attention, and then dump you."
The moment held a clarity in her mind at this moment.
"It wasn't what I wanted, though. I wanted you. When I believed I couldn't have you, the rest became pointless."
Her head cants ever so slightly to one side. "What made you change your mind?"
Because that was still a mystery.
She quirks a brow herself, at his droll return to her. "I see. And what, pray tell, Matthew Murdock, did you have in mind, if it wasn't being humiliated on the mats?" That smug smile returning to her lips. "I see. We don't need the island, do we?" Knowing full well where he means. Not only were they walking down memory lane, but she'd finished the legal paperwork signing the place over to him fully in light of the return of her estate. "What did you have in mind?"
- Daredevil has posed:
Matt's expression reflects his feelings perfectly, a little pride, a bit of sting, but the latter is dulled by time. "It was the same with me, you were the standard I held people to, nobody measured up. It all felt wrong." They were always wanting in some aspect. The ones who knew him as Matt Murdock and only Matt Murdock had been nothing more than distractions, held at arms length from his secrets and his true self. The ones that knew him in both guises, were the closest, but even then they fell short. Like the moon refelcting the light of the sun, they were just a reflection of his desire for the original.
As for his rejecting her, it had been in its own twisted way a way to win her, to force her to change and be the woman he wanted, not knowing that wasn't who he really wanted at all.
"You changed my mind," Matt says. "When you showed me what you had been doing, what you were trying to do and more than that you showed me I was trying to change you, and I realized I was wrong."
"You know what I had in mind," Matt says with his head turned in her direction in the resemblance of a 'look' even if the eyes behind the shades remained unfocused. "And I was thinking Fogwell's. Now that I own it again and everything."
- Elektra has posed:
Elektra's lips purse, ever so amused, "Oh? Do I know what you have in mind?"
Teasing, because she does, and yet still wants to hear him say it. Or at least is enjoying their dance around it.
"Own it again? You didn't own it before. And it was really just a matter of finalizing the paperwork you'd already set in motion. You'd paid for it already. At least that's what my lawyers told me."
She sets aside her drink. "It seems such a long time ago, now, when all of this started. Fogwell's after supper?"
- Daredevil has posed:
Matt's head tilts skyward as he rolls his eyes.
"Sex," he says in the plainest way possible, laughter in his voice. "Happy now?"
He shakes his head and reaches out to grab an appetizer. The smells from the kitchen making him hungry. "I bought it before, and it was my money at the time," he says but truthfully the paperwork hadn't been finished. "I am sure I could make a case for ownership," he says with a smile.
The last is met with nod. "Works for me," he says. "Would hate to run out on dinner, what with the Diamontes working this hard on it."
- Elektra has posed:
"You'd be making the same case I was," Elektra murmurs. "It was never mine. I told you that before my estate passed back into my hands. You spent your money on the place, and had you not, I would have."
Fogwell's held a place of deep memory for her; it was one of the places and things Elektra had first remembered when she had come back to herself.
She, too, reaches for an appetizer. "Ah. Sex. Now, see, you could have been talking about a moonlit stroll on the beach. I seem to recall we fought there, too. Or perhaps a little tete-a-tete in the tournament field.."
She pauses. "Matthew? Could we go there for the daffodils?"
- Daredevil has posed:
Nodding Matt says, "Figured," says of making the same case. "And any idea of what you would have done with it once you bought it? I have to admit now that the war is over, I'm not sure, I know more about visiting gyms than owning them."
He shakes his head. Though for all he didn't know what to do with it, he was glad he had it, that it was safe.
"We did," Matt says of the beach.
That last request earns a slight quizical turn to his expression, "The daffodils?" he asks, knowing what those meant and how that tied into the very bones of the place for her. "Of course, Elektra. We can definitely do that."
- Elektra has posed:
"Why, give you the deed," Elektra says simply. "It was never my place, Matthew. Without you."
His answer to her request pleases her, leaving her smiling. A spring visit. Soon. So very soon now.
- Daredevil has posed:
Matt chuckles, "Appreciated not that it helps with my current problem..."
Though the problem could wait. Dinner arrived, and desert followed, each course simple but divine until at last they took their leave and the car drove them back into the city, stopping in front of Fogwell's Gym.
Matt exits the car, cane in hand and turns to offer Elektra his hand. A cold gust of wind ruffles his jacket and he smiles. "New York in the winter. Kairos can't come fast enough."
- Elektra has posed:
Elektra doesn't rightly feel the cold, but she can appreciate that it's cold for him. And the weather is dreary regardless of if she is affected by it or not. Matt's hand is taken, her fingers threading through his in an unusual gesture of both affection, and trust - though she's always trusted him. But with her hand holding his, the two are distinctly more vulnerable than they would be otherwise.
"You know, there are still common enemies running around. The Hand isn't completely gone. And there are other factions about. There's no reason you can't use Fogwell's as a gathering place for us." A pause, not because she's away he used it while she was indisposed for exactly that reason, but because she realizes that he is an us; she isn't. "I was everyone's enemy, wasn't I?"
Spurning the Hand at the last moment might not have bought her goodwill with the others. She'd only now had this thought.
- Daredevil has posed:
Matt lets his fingers knit with hers as he leads her to the gym his cane tucked under his arm as he digs around for keys.
"True, there are, what's left of the Hand, plus Shredder and the foot..." it was a long list, and one Matt had admittedly been trying to push from his mind to enjoy a little bit of happiness. Though in the end he knew it couldn't be avoided forever.
Speaking of things that couldn't be avoided forever... "You were, but now you're not. I mean Claire is going to be Claire, but the group's bigger than her now, we've got Sifu, we've got Zietgeist, as well as the regular crew, last time I talked to Danny he was thrilled you were back, and Jess... well she's Jess, but she'll come around. You died, you came back, you turned on the Hand at the final moment, you've done your pennance Elektra, you don't have to worry about being our enemy any more."
- Elektra has posed:
In an uncharacteristically soft moment, Elektra leans into Matt, laying her cheek against his shoulder for a moment. "I'll try to believe that, Matthew," she says quietly, then straightens again.
"Now, what was this we were saying about humiliation? I mean, if you're going to show me around the clubhouse and all."
- Daredevil has posed:
Wrapping his arms around Elektra for a moment he gives he holds her as she lays her cheek against his shoulder. "You should, because it's true," he says of beliving what he'd said. He had a much more sanguine view of his friends than she did.
He laughs afterwards at her joke his arms dropping down to his sides as he moves to open the door. "Sure thing, I can give you the nickle tour before I knock you around the ring."
He opens the door and leads her inside, climbing the stairs and unlocking the door above into the gym proper. "No breaking the glass needed," he says with a grin as he steps inside, it hasn't changed since the last time she saw it save for the emergecny supplies and sleeping bags piled in the corner.
Matt lets Elektra go first with a grand gesture and an "After you."
- Elektra has posed:
"No breaking the glass?" Elektra mock pouts. "I thought that was all part of the ritual, breaking in."
She does, however step through before him, for no other reason than he's holding the door open for her and bidding that she should.
"I believe you mean when I knock you around the ring," she corrects. "And your friends aren't yet my friends. Claire and Jess barely tolerated me before." Claire, not at all, as it happens. "And Danny said that? Danny Rand - the Iron Fist? He's glad I'm back? I don't quite follow."