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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 - the time to let go
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𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃 beneath her feet as she made her way away from the woman she had left on the ground. She could still smell her blood; she could still hear the sound of the droplets of liquid falling from the torn flesh on her legs and she could still hear the out of tune beating of the woman's heart as it struggled to keep her alive.
She felt no guilt. That woman was the cause of far too many misfortunes and it was time to put an end to it. If anything, she was proud of herself; she didn't kill the damn woman. She wanted to, God did she want to, the unruly wolf that she kept on a leash behind her ribcage practically begged her to and yet, she didn't.
And that in itself was an achievement. Not that it mattered all too much; the woman would die the second the building came down.
A clatter rang through the dark and dingy cavern that made her ears perk up; the sound of grunts and groans followed made her sigh; she had told Matt to not get his ass handed to him and yet as she rounded a corner there he was, on his ass, Elektra standing above him with a malicious and accomplished smirk adorning her bloodied lip as she gripped her weapon tightly. Clearly he had done such a good job at getting through to her, Olivia thought to herself as a small huff passed her lips, just knowing that yet another fight was going to occur.
"Joining us, Wolf?" Elektra hummed as she stepped away from Matt, her eyes somehow glinting in the dark as she stared at the wolf.
Olivia hummed as she tilted her head -If you hadn't noticed, that was a trait of hers and she hated it, she thought it played far too into the whole 'dog' thing- "Well, I'm still a little pissed that you stabbed me."
"How was the wolfsbane?"
"Delightful, thank you for asking."
Had anyone other than the three bloodied up idiots already in the room heard their conversation, it would have honestly sounded like a kind, everyday conversation; not a conversation about Olivia's encounter with being poisoned. Such everyday things.
Surprisingly, Elektra let out a small chuckle as she faced the Hale in front of her. Olivia rose a brow, her gaze slowly sliding behind the women's shoulder and locking onto Matt as he held his side, blood sliding through his fingers and down his suit.
Elektra eyed the wolf in front of her, noticing her eyes drifting past her. Such little time they had spent together and yet she could tell that the wolf cared for Matthew, just as he did her. After all, just moments prior he had pleaded for Elektra to stay away from the wolf.
