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[levitating]

[advena]

( see also one and two )

[alcoholism]

hello i am here for catholic extra guilt

[straddle]

I FUCKED THAT UP HARD

[feytality]

[This isn't Phoenix -- if anything, this blind man seems way more serious and competent than Phoenix had ever been, and Maya wonders for a second what to do if faced with a real lawyer. Like, one that doesn't just flash his badge all the time and yell and slam his desk. It's not like she ever was Mia's assistant, even though she watched some of her cases.]

[But a serious lawyer -- do those even exist anymore?]

Um... hello there!

[It's an awkward start, because he's blind and all, and she steps forward, starting to wave -- and then realizing, yeah, he's blind, she shouldn't do that. As tempting as it is to wave her hand in front of his face to see if he reacts, that would be incredibly rude, and even Maya Fey possesses manners!! Sometimes!!]

I-I'm, um... I'm the assistant.

[It's a little unMayalike to be hesitant, but she's a little unsure of herself and she's a little intimidated by his man, even though he's blind and all. No, maybe a little because he's blind -- maybe she's messing up some kind of protocol, maybe he'll be angry with her?]

me, getting my side-fix:

[distractly]

( she knows that maybe she shouldn't reach out, should let their one night together be just that—but she'll blame it on the late hour that her discipline has slipped, that she finds herself pulling up a number it might've been better to lose. she gets his voicemail, but it doesn't deter her. a moment, and a soft voice breeches into the quiet. )

I've been thinking about you. ( a pause, peering out over the edge of the institute's rooftop, overlooking the span of Brooklyn. what else could she say? it'd be enough, to leave it at that, yet her tongue picks back up again, as if the thought of these words eventually reaching his ear intoxicated her enough to continue. ) Your touch, your bed. It's maddening, really.

Distracting. ( a lithe hum, slightest of smiles finding her lips, scanning the night-ridden skyline. ) Give the city hell, hermoso. ( and then just as softly, the call ends. )

[catholicisms]

This may be a great idea, or a terrible one. Matt can't decide. He has little experience with actually trying to train someone, all he knows is that he has to do a better job of it than Stick did for him. It's not quite the same as sparring, though considering who it is he's mildly aware Karen would be offended if she felt he wasn't pushing her. It also requires a closeness that Matt thinks they'd be best to be careful with. It took a great deal to repair his relationship with Karen after all the lies and distance, and one could easily argue it's still not without scars. The last thing he wants is to ruin what they've rebuilt.

Maybe that's a foolish thought. It needn't be any deeper than friends working together. It's probably his own selfish tendencies leering that implies anything different.

Even if it turns out to be a disaster, Matt is at the very least determined to teach Karen practical and easy escapes that can help her in the high stakes situations she keeps finding herself in. Occasionally because of her connection to Daredevil, more often due to her own instigating. It doesn't matter the cause, Matt will rest a little easier if she's got an easy arsenal of tricks at her disposal.

"This is it," he tells her, patting gingerly at her arm as he releases her. Fogwells doesn't look like much, closed and boarded up and dusted, but it doesn't have to be much to suit their purposes. He gingerly puts away his cane, and steps away from Karen to unlock the door. The gym that awaits inside is mostly dark, a little musty, but smelled of dust and canvas and sweat in a way that still strikes Matt as familiar. "The light is on the left," he tells Karen, holding the door open for her to enter first.

overflow for ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴇʟʏ.

[catholicisms]

I think it's less an attempt to be cruel and more they don't remember the person behind the number anymore.

Really? ( he's a little surprised, but far from disinterested. ) I'd like that. I am more than capable of using my imagination, it just... isn't the same.

for ultraviolents.

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ct. from here

( apparently she isn't moving quite slow enough for him to really start without her. it's quite likely he was making an empty threat, because having a shower and sex without her is not quite as enjoyable as the alternative. that said, it's clear he's not been standing around waiting for her, because Matt is mostly undressed by the time she arrives, his armor and plain black clothes carefully folded and arranged on the counter. he can't be quite as aggressively orderly as he was before the infection hit, though there's still hints and reminders when you look for them.

it has to just be coincidence that he's working at his belt and getting his pants off when Elektra helps herself in. )

Luckily you're here, ( he points out, with a hint of a smile. )

also for ultraviolents...

[catholicisms]

( Elektra was a dynamic influence on his life in multiple ways. she swept in like a storm, pushing him toward things he had tried to ignore, enticing him to grab onto his desires with both hands. it started small and it's been endlessly escalating ever since, and while somewhere in the back of his mind Matt knows they're dancing on the edge of complete lack of control, he finds it exhilarating over terrifying, for once in his life.

he should feel more guilty about the scrapes on his knuckles and the blood still on his hands, but at the moment? guilt is far from his mind. the mugger had been more than happy to exert his power over a defenseless couple, to threaten and even hurt people that didn't deserve it. he was armed with a knife and hadn't been afraid to use it, and it didn't seem impossible he could have killed if he didn't get what he wanted. instead of ignoring it they'd stopped it, and even far after the victims had made a break for safety, Matt found the thrill too much to stop, even though he should have. he hadn't killed the man, and the couple had called the police to have him arrested, justice was more or less done even if there were some broken teeth included in the bargain. it was far more force than a casual street thug deserved, but finally having a target to paint his anger on had resulted in a lapse of control Matt might fret about later, given the opportunity.

he's not looking for the opportunity at present. he's still too marked by the thrill, still burning through his blood like wildfire. they've made it to relative safely, and as Elektra closes the door behind them Matt is quietly reveling in the blood on his hands and exactly how good it feels to have intervened. he can feel the catch in her breath, she's about to say something to him, but Matt doesn't bother to listen or let her air her thought. the adrenaline is still coursing through his head too loud for him to stop and think and listen, anyway. instead he follows her usual guidance and just grabs for what he wants with blind determination.

in this instance, what he wants is to turn and press her against the door of her hotel room, with a kiss that's breathless and bruising all at once. his hands find her waist by slipping under her ragged blouse (it tore in the fight), leaving bloody reminders of exactly what his hands had been up to not even twenty minutes prior on her skin. he uses the purchase on her frame to lift her against the door and then pin her there with his body, wanting to feel every inch of her and then some, motions forceful and hungry as he rips what is left of her shirt open.

she can get a new one. right now, it's only getting in the way. )

for ultraviolents.

[catholicisms]

from here!

( maybe, but he won't. he'll punch criminals into comas and off of roofs but draws the line at cutting them up. )

Headbutting hurts too much to throw it into sparring practice. And before you say it, yes I do realize how many rounds you've won headbutts.

for revvedup.

[catholicisms]

from here!

she doesn't wander into the office unannounced, generally, so she hasn't had reason to comment

( Karen definitely is more observant and socially astute than Foggy, but she also respects boundaries better, so it evens out.