[it's true. she was cut off for a long time, and can still be limited on what she does on her own time. she may see the world a million times over, but most of it has to do with work and not pleasure.
standing to the side of the display, she tips her head to think]
I am lucky to be able to have friends and connections now. Even if they aren't many, the few I have are very true.
I train and hone my skills as a master of fighting, hacking, and knowledge. I don't like to sit still very often. I'm not one to sit and knit an blanket, and I'm never going to be a mom so those are things I think about. I'm committed to the job and right now that's my focus.
[the information about not having children slipped out and surprised nat. it's not something she tells many people at all. it's very private and something she's not proud of, and rather secretive about. in fact, she turns and moves to study something not very interesting close by, focusing on that rather than on his reaction to her truth.]
[He of course catches the slip she made about children although his face doesn't show any indication of this, instead he tucks the information away for later questioning and instead drifts along beside her quietly.]
I should hope that's not your focus right now, you're supposed to be having an evening out and not thinking about work.
[There she goes again, getting too serious when she's supposed to be having fun. Feeling like a heel, she drops her head and turns it back to Nate, once more enjoying the study of his profile. ]
You're something else, you know that?
[she says softly, knowing that he's moving on for her sake. Smiling once more she nudges him with her hip and lays a head on his shoulder, feeling a lot more comfortable around him now.]
What's work. I'm right here with you. We're on our way to go see a greek temple, or the front of it anyways, and some killer statues so we can make fun of the way they're posed. I mean really, does anyone stand like that in the real world?
[As someone who is serious 90% of the time he doesn't mind that she slipped into it, it's understandable considering both their lives but he is also glad when she allows herself to relax back into the date.]
Am I? I hope that's a compliment.
[He teases further as they walk towards the temple display.]
And of course people actually stand like that, when they think someone is watching and admiring them.
[It's impossibly easy to flip the switch. Her life is what it is and she doesn't allow herself to really relax around people. Always being on her guard is absolutely exhausting, so now and then when Nat does relax around someone she's slowly starting to trust, the facade actually slips and truths are shown.
Finding herself enjoying Nate's company is rare, and keeps Natasha on her toes. She nods.]
You are, and yes, it is a compliment. Enjoy it. I tease far more than I compliment.
[catching her first glimpse of the slightly crowded room coming up, she pauses and makes a pose of herself with hand on her hip and one under her chin, chest horribly pointed out, belly pushed hard forward to try and make it seem rounded an almost impossible feat.]
I know you think I'm hot like this. [she falls forward, stepping into herself to stand straight after.] oh man. then you have the men who all want to look like Hercules. great giant muscles, itty bitty penises.
[Her brow lifts in return, along with a corner of her mouth before she wanders off to be ridiculous. Moving back beside him she nods and tips her head to the side. ]
It's been a while since I've been to Florence and seen his magnificence in person. I'm still trying to figure out why they all had tiny pricks. Maybe they didn't want the average male to feel bad since they were already comparing the rest of themselves.
[The first room they walk into is the front frieze of the Parthenon. All of this is highly contested property. It should belong to the Greek, but instead by war rights, belongs to the British and they won't return it for numerous reasons.
I really love all the details, so much life and history here. It's sad that the wars took such a toll on them, but you see it all over Europe and historical sites.
[As they walk through the Parthenon Nate's eyes do much of the same thing when he was looking at the stone, picking one object and almost scanning it and all it's details before speaking.]
It is a little sad to see them broken up like this, although in a way it does add a somewhat eerie quality to them seeing how so many of them have lost their heads.
[Nat moves on down along the rows of statues, of people, many missing limbs as well. She nods in agreement. ] It is rather eerie. I mean, I know that they built the bodies as separate pieces to be shipped around, and even sometimes so they could change the face if they wanted, so it was easy for the head and limbs to fall off at the first sign of trouble, but it's very odd to see all these people with no heads.
You'd think they'd all been beheaded. It was some macabre royal decree. It's even more sad that the British won't return this to Greece. In my opinion, at least. I think it's been long enough. This belongs in its rightful place. At least the front of the temple. The statues can be where they want, but the face of the temple...
[She moves back to Nate and sighs, a true sign of sadness. She's seen so much war torn land. Her country full of it, and landmarks are precious things. To have them stolen is a sad thing. There's programming in her that makes her obviously attached to Russia, even if she's extremely proud to be an American citizen. This tiny vulnerability is extremely rare, but today seems to be the day for them. History can bring about much.]
[laughing, Natasha leans into him and lays her head on his chest. He's tall and rather comfortable to lay into. It's been a while since she's allowed herself any real intimacy with a man that she finds attractive not only on a physical level, but mentally and emotionally too. The maturity that he shows, along with his dry wit and insight is a wonderful contrast to the majority of men she pits herself against-- always safeguarding herself from really relaxing around anyone. ]
The British are quite rude like that. [tipping her head up, she lifts a brow and shakes her head against him]
I'm afraid I can't say that I have. Now I'm rather curious.
It starts with poor Dorthey being taken away to a mental facility because she keeps talking about Oz and her aunt and uncle think she's suffering hallucinations and a breakdown. She makes her way back to Oz in the middle of a storm and finds that everything is corrupted and everyone has been turned to stone.
Your comment about the heads made me think about it because one of the characters in the film is a woman who switches her head at will when she wants to feel more beautiful. She has a whole hallway of chopped off heads to pick from.
[there's a lift of her brow at the way he describes the movie. She purses her lips. He's very good at understanding what she'd like. She considers that he seems to understand a bit about what makes her tick and it startles her some. ]
You're right, I would like it. A hallways of chopped heads, now there's a woman with a slight complex. I assume the book would be quite a read as well. If there exists such a thing.
[turning a half touch in his arm, she places one on his chest.]
Now that we've seen Greece and early Mesopotamia, any thoughts about what you'd like to see next? Or would you like to stop for some lunch, unless you want to shop in the gift store.
[Nodding, she moves from the shadow of his arm and takes his hand again. He might notice that they are heading mostly back in the direction they came from. They pass the rosetta stone and move further into an area full of things from ancient egypt. The first large room is Egyptian sculpture. There are large statues and figures everywhere. Unlike all the greek statues, they all seem to have their heads, but are also built of much sturdier stuff it seems like.]
I love the Egyptian history wing. There is so much rich history here, and it dates back so far. They were so advanced. I mean look at how powerful all these statues are. Then when we get to the mummies. They go on forever. It's macabre, but so interesting to see how some of them are so intricate.
I dare say I have a very morbid streak. When you deal so much in death, it's pretty easy.
[She had a feeling that was the case and smiles. She enjoys his little smirks. They make her laugh lightly, a thing she doesn't do so often. She's probably laughed more in this little bit than she has in ages. ]
I have been to Egypt, but not so much to see the Pyramids. I've been in the messier parts. Shield has a base there, and I've been in and out on jobs. They like to do a lot of weapons deals there. I've stayed in a few luxury hotels, and done a bit of luxury shopping on a gentleman's credit card.
It's easy and sometimes death is amusing, given the right context.
[He's glad they think similarly, he's been accused of being a heartless bastard a few times when he's laughed at something morbid so it's nice to know she won't hold it against him.]
It's true. I am always catching a laugh at the wrong time over things. Only certain people can find humor in it. [She's missed the heartless bastard accusation, but there have been plenty of looks and there are lots of those out there who wonder how far her mind has gone from the training and reprogramming she received at the red room. There are memories in her head that she knows aren't her own. They did a number on her. She knows that.
She also knows that she is a lethal weapon, and there are those out there who will never understand her. It's nice to find another person who even garners a whisper of understanding of that side of her. Nate does even more, it's obvious. He makes her feel at home with him, even with his little probing questions that she'd normally never answer for anyone else.
This one makes her eyes roll, but she smiles coyly and flutters her lashes in play. ]
Why yes, you know it's what I live for, some rich old man to spend his millions on me so that I can drip in diamonds and lavish clothes and fast cars.
[laughing now, she spins around a glass cube and looks at Nate through it, peering playfully around the corner.]
Please. It's not terrible when I can buy a few luxury items. I do like quality lingerie. I'll admit it. It feels so soft against my skin, and so I splurge now and then when I'm told to go be a good girl and buy myself something pretty for the job. Then I come back and take care of business. It's never why I do it. I'd never seek anyone out for money. The thought makes me sick.
[she walks back to Nate and looks up at him]
I am my own woman, and I will always make my own way. Anyone who challenges that or my freedom, will wind up dead.
[He greatly enjoys the way she flips between acting coy and flirtatious to serious and deadly, most men would find it chilling but to Nate it's incredibly attractive. Probably because he can do the exact same thing and when she comes back over to him he hooks an arm around her waist, tugging her close for a moment.]
I would never be so stupid as to challenge your freedom nor imply that you seek others for money, you're an amazing woman who has nothing but my respect.
[A pause and then he smiles down at her.]
But it is good to hear that you aren't above a little spoiling here and there. I enjoy buying the people I'm interested in gifts.
[Perhaps that's why she knew that she could do it. There was an aura around Nate that Natasha understood. That she enjoyed because she could be wholly herself and there was no judgement only unique curiosity and interest. It was one of the most relaxing dates she'd been on in ages.
When Nate snatched her in, it stole her breath and made her laugh for a second, but then her eyes turned upward toward his, serious and intense. Natasha's hand ran along the line of his pectorals, enjoying the thick muscles up and over his shoulders before she hooked her hands behind his neck. ]
I know you wouldn't. That is why I am here with you like this. I would never allow a man less than you to ever get this close to me intellectually, or emotionally as you have if you weren't so wonderful yourself.
[she pushes up on her toes a little and catches that smile lightly with her lips, barely whispering the touch of a kiss across them before settling back down.]
As long as you let me return the favor in my own ways.
[her fingers find his hair and give a light tug before releasing, and slide away slowly. She shudders a breath and bites her lip.]
I imagine we have mummies to see... the dead await.
[The moment her lips touch his, even though it's barely a whisper, he feels an electric current pass between them and through his body. He was interested in her before but now he wants her and when she slides away he chuckles and waits a moment before following. Storing the feeling of her lips into his mind.]
Of course, although I don't wear much fancy lingerie.
[He teases and catches up to her in three easy strides, catching her hand and lacing his leather gloved fingers through hers a they head towards the mummies.]
[with their fingers once more together, she half turns to him as they walk and with a dimpled up smile lets her eyes wander the full length of his body and tsks. sliding her tongue around her lips]
Let me think. No, I dare say that you would look rather delicious in some men's lingerie. You know that they've done runway shows of the stuff.
[there's the smallest catch in her eyes that lets him know that she's absolutely joking. There's no way she'd want him in lingerie-- a nice robe and silk boxers, perhaps, but she prefers her men to be men for the most part, unless it's something they want to do. Then that's a different ballgame. Her fingers squeeze his, and she laughs softly as she turns toward the first room of mummies.
Tiny cat mummies line the walls, then huge sarcophagus lay next to one another, one and then another, and there's so many examples of them in the following rooms. It seems like a never ending exhibit.
[He catches the little glint in her eyes and knows that she's joking for the most part but still can't help but reply with a wry smile.]
Trust me, the only type of lingerie I look good in is one of those floor length things from the 1800's.
[Mostly because it would cover his entire body which may look good for her now but sadly the illusion doesn't last if he is wearing less clothes than he is now.]
I've always found it amusing that with mummification they used to throw away the brain.
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What else do you like to learn? Skills? History?
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standing to the side of the display, she tips her head to think]
I am lucky to be able to have friends and connections now. Even if they aren't many, the few I have are very true.
I train and hone my skills as a master of fighting, hacking, and knowledge. I don't like to sit still very often. I'm not one to sit and knit an blanket, and I'm never going to be a mom so those are things I think about. I'm committed to the job and right now that's my focus.
[the information about not having children slipped out and surprised nat. it's not something she tells many people at all. it's very private and something she's not proud of, and rather secretive about. in fact, she turns and moves to study something not very interesting close by, focusing on that rather than on his reaction to her truth.]
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I should hope that's not your focus right now, you're supposed to be having an evening out and not thinking about work.
[He teases gently.]
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You're something else, you know that?
[she says softly, knowing that he's moving on for her sake. Smiling once more she nudges him with her hip and lays a head on his shoulder, feeling a lot more comfortable around him now.]
What's work. I'm right here with you. We're on our way to go see a greek temple, or the front of it anyways, and some killer statues so we can make fun of the way they're posed. I mean really, does anyone stand like that in the real world?
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Am I? I hope that's a compliment.
[He teases further as they walk towards the temple display.]
And of course people actually stand like that, when they think someone is watching and admiring them.
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Finding herself enjoying Nate's company is rare, and keeps Natasha on her toes. She nods.]
You are, and yes, it is a compliment. Enjoy it. I tease far more than I compliment.
[catching her first glimpse of the slightly crowded room coming up, she pauses and makes a pose of herself with hand on her hip and one under her chin, chest horribly pointed out, belly pushed hard forward to try and make it seem rounded an almost impossible feat.]
I know you think I'm hot like this. [she falls forward, stepping into herself to stand straight after.] oh man. then you have the men who all want to look like Hercules. great giant muscles, itty bitty penises.
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[He says, lifting a brow at her with a smirk but then chuckles when she gets into position to mock the statue.]
Very fetching. And is it Hercules that most men want to look like? I thought it was David.
Either way though they all have small dicks.
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[Her brow lifts in return, along with a corner of her mouth before she wanders off to be ridiculous. Moving back beside him she nods and tips her head to the side. ]
It's been a while since I've been to Florence and seen his magnificence in person. I'm still trying to figure out why they all had tiny pricks. Maybe they didn't want the average male to feel bad since they were already comparing the rest of themselves.
[The first room they walk into is the front frieze of the Parthenon. All of this is highly contested property. It should belong to the Greek, but instead by war rights, belongs to the British and they won't return it for numerous reasons.
The second room contains many more statues from the sides and other inlays inside the Parthenon. ] They are all very interesting in shape and life, showing the wear that war took on them, and life over many years. ]
I really love all the details, so much life and history here. It's sad that the wars took such a toll on them, but you see it all over Europe and historical sites.
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It is a little sad to see them broken up like this, although in a way it does add a somewhat eerie quality to them seeing how so many of them have lost their heads.
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You'd think they'd all been beheaded. It was some macabre royal decree. It's even more sad that the British won't return this to Greece. In my opinion, at least. I think it's been long enough. This belongs in its rightful place. At least the front of the temple. The statues can be where they want, but the face of the temple...
[She moves back to Nate and sighs, a true sign of sadness. She's seen so much war torn land. Her country full of it, and landmarks are precious things. To have them stolen is a sad thing. There's programming in her that makes her obviously attached to Russia, even if she's extremely proud to be an American citizen. This tiny vulnerability is extremely rare, but today seems to be the day for them. History can bring about much.]
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[Nate says dryly, obviously not a huge fan of such things either. He hears the sadness in her voice and puts an arm around her.]
On the plus side, your comment about switching faces, or heads, reminded me of a film. Have you ever seen the bizarre sequel to 'The Wizard of Oz'?
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The British are quite rude like that. [tipping her head up, she lifts a brow and shakes her head against him]
I'm afraid I can't say that I have. Now I'm rather curious.
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It starts with poor Dorthey being taken away to a mental facility because she keeps talking about Oz and her aunt and uncle think she's suffering hallucinations and a breakdown. She makes her way back to Oz in the middle of a storm and finds that everything is corrupted and everyone has been turned to stone.
Your comment about the heads made me think about it because one of the characters in the film is a woman who switches her head at will when she wants to feel more beautiful. She has a whole hallway of chopped off heads to pick from.
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You're right, I would like it. A hallways of chopped heads, now there's a woman with a slight complex. I assume the book would be quite a read as well. If there exists such a thing.
[turning a half touch in his arm, she places one on his chest.]
Now that we've seen Greece and early Mesopotamia, any thoughts about what you'd like to see next? Or would you like to stop for some lunch, unless you want to shop in the gift store.
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[He pauses when she puts a hand on his chest, looking thoughtful.]
I think it's a bit early for lunch or the gift shop, perhaps you could show me some of your other favorite areas?
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I love the Egyptian history wing. There is so much rich history here, and it dates back so far. They were so advanced. I mean look at how powerful all these statues are. Then when we get to the mummies. They go on forever. It's macabre, but so interesting to see how some of them are so intricate.
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[He asks with a smirk and then nods in approval.]
Good, so do I.
If this is one of your favorite wings does that mean you been to Egypt? Perhaps to see the pyramids with your own eyes?
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[She had a feeling that was the case and smiles. She enjoys his little smirks. They make her laugh lightly, a thing she doesn't do so often. She's probably laughed more in this little bit than she has in ages. ]
I have been to Egypt, but not so much to see the Pyramids. I've been in the messier parts. Shield has a base there, and I've been in and out on jobs. They like to do a lot of weapons deals there. I've stayed in a few luxury hotels, and done a bit of luxury shopping on a gentleman's credit card.
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[He's glad they think similarly, he's been accused of being a heartless bastard a few times when he's laughed at something morbid so it's nice to know she won't hold it against him.]
Ah I see.
Is that something you enjoy?
[He asks, lifting a brow at her.]
Spending a gentleman's money?
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[She's missed the heartless bastard accusation, but there have been plenty of looks and there are lots of those out there who wonder how far her mind has gone from the training and reprogramming she received at the red room. There are memories in her head that she knows aren't her own. They did a number on her. She knows that.
She also knows that she is a lethal weapon, and there are those out there who will never understand her. It's nice to find another person who even garners a whisper of understanding of that side of her. Nate does even more, it's obvious. He makes her feel at home with him, even with his little probing questions that she'd normally never answer for anyone else.
This one makes her eyes roll, but she smiles coyly and flutters her lashes in play. ]
Why yes, you know it's what I live for, some rich old man to spend his millions on me so that I can drip in diamonds and lavish clothes and fast cars.
[laughing now, she spins around a glass cube and looks at Nate through it, peering playfully around the corner.]
Please. It's not terrible when I can buy a few luxury items. I do like quality lingerie. I'll admit it. It feels so soft against my skin, and so I splurge now and then when I'm told to go be a good girl and buy myself something pretty for the job. Then I come back and take care of business. It's never why I do it. I'd never seek anyone out for money. The thought makes me sick.
[she walks back to Nate and looks up at him]
I am my own woman, and I will always make my own way. Anyone who challenges that or my freedom, will wind up dead.
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I would never be so stupid as to challenge your freedom nor imply that you seek others for money, you're an amazing woman who has nothing but my respect.
[A pause and then he smiles down at her.]
But it is good to hear that you aren't above a little spoiling here and there.
I enjoy buying the people I'm interested in gifts.
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When Nate snatched her in, it stole her breath and made her laugh for a second, but then her eyes turned upward toward his, serious and intense. Natasha's hand ran along the line of his pectorals, enjoying the thick muscles up and over his shoulders before she hooked her hands behind his neck. ]
I know you wouldn't. That is why I am here with you like this. I would never allow a man less than you to ever get this close to me intellectually, or emotionally as you have if you weren't so wonderful yourself.
[she pushes up on her toes a little and catches that smile lightly with her lips, barely whispering the touch of a kiss across them before settling back down.]
As long as you let me return the favor in my own ways.
[her fingers find his hair and give a light tug before releasing, and slide away slowly. She shudders a breath and bites her lip.]
I imagine we have mummies to see... the dead await.
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Of course, although I don't wear much fancy lingerie.
[He teases and catches up to her in three easy strides, catching her hand and lacing his leather gloved fingers through hers a they head towards the mummies.]
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Let me think. No, I dare say that you would look rather delicious in some men's lingerie. You know that they've done runway shows of the stuff.
[there's the smallest catch in her eyes that lets him know that she's absolutely joking. There's no way she'd want him in lingerie-- a nice robe and silk boxers, perhaps, but she prefers her men to be men for the most part, unless it's something they want to do. Then that's a different ballgame. Her fingers squeeze his, and she laughs softly as she turns toward the first room of mummies.
Tiny cat mummies line the walls, then huge sarcophagus lay next to one another, one and then another, and there's so many examples of them in the following rooms. It seems like a never ending exhibit.
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Trust me, the only type of lingerie I look good in is one of those floor length things from the 1800's.
[Mostly because it would cover his entire body which may look good for her now but sadly the illusion doesn't last if he is wearing less clothes than he is now.]
I've always found it amusing that with mummification they used to throw away the brain.
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ooc: sorry for lack of tags, I was exhausted from doing a photoshoot on the weekend XP
You're fine. I get being exhausted. Sleep and life are always first. <3 We're not going anywhere.
ooc: thanks for understanding :)
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