nanaea:LOOK. LOOK AT THAT SMIRK.LOOK AT THE LIFT OF HER EYEBROWS AS SHE GLANCES BACK AT HIM. THE GRI
nanaea:LOOK. LOOK AT THAT SMIRK.LOOK AT THE LIFT OF HER EYEBROWS AS SHE GLANCES BACK AT HIM. THE GRIN BEFORE SHE FOCUSES ON WHERE SHE’S RUNNING TO, TO FIND WHERE TO SET HER TRAP.Nat is running for her life - only not really - and enjoying every second of it. There is no fear there.She knows this game.She knows whom she is playing with.And now that she knows he doesn’t remember that she already knows all his moves, she can play him. Like Happy, like Stark, like Luchkov. Just like all men.Do you think she’s pretty, Bucky? Come into her web, said the spider to the fly. -- source link