"Oh no, loverboy. I'm not trouble." Natasha stops right in front of Han, leans in far too close into his personal space. And whispers.
"I'm the goddamned end of the world."
Her smile is mischievous, eyes glinting with promise and stories untold. She's a predator, poised to strike. Is Han the prey? Maybe, maybe not. It depends on what day it is. But it sure must feel like being cornered by a swaying cobra right now.
"I've yet to see that proven, though I could see the latter being true."
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Date: 2016-05-03 12:42 am (UTC)"I'm the goddamned end of the world."
Her smile is mischievous, eyes glinting with promise and stories untold. She's a predator, poised to strike. Is Han the prey? Maybe, maybe not. It depends on what day it is. But it sure must feel like being cornered by a swaying cobra right now.
"I've yet to see that proven, though I could see the latter being true."