• 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢

𝟏𝟓. 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 ♀️

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞: 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

"What's wrong?"

It seemed that your attempts at concealing your rosy nose and swollen nose had been all but successful, now staring up at the figure that stared down at you. The light from the room behind the woman gave her an almost eery appearance, but you knew well she was the one you were searching for, spontaneous as your visit may have come across.

The tips of your fingers felt numb, hanging from your arms that remained beside you. It was as if you were being involuntarily pushed to trip up at her doorstep by some unknown force. The force that were the words of your closest companion.

"Can we talk?"

A slight pullback of her head told you she hadn't expected you in the slightest, even less so to maintain a conversation. You truly wished confrontations wouldn't be so crude and uncomfortable.

"I suppose. I'll have to leave a message for Onyankopon, as he'll be back soon, but you can come in"

Giving her a small nod, you skimmed past her, the edges of your attire brushing past her long legs. It was a daunting feeling to know that you were the only one capable of getting her to speak; you knew well that she wasn't going to blurt out the words you wished to hear. You were going to have to muster up the courage and ask.

As you lingered around the table, you watched as the blonde scribbled on a scrap piece of paper, sliding it just under the door as she shut it. There was no point in sticking it onto the door: anyone would be able to pass by and read it in such a visible location.

You sucked in a quick breath as Yelena finally turned to you, slow pace in her step as she came closer to you. Though the proximity was far from the one you had held with her on other occasions, you could feel the thumping in your chest increase with each second that passed.

"So, what is it you wanted to talk about?"

Even as you propped yourself against the desk, you felt as though you could get knocked over with a simple, weak breeze. Though the moment was anything but tense, her simple presence got the best of you, and it took you a few, painstakingly long seconds to recollect the words you had been through your mind on your way over.

"Can you please tell me what exactly is going on between us?"

A calm manner remaining on her features, Yelena blinked at your smaller form. It would appear that she wasn't prepared to give you a quick answer, but you were in no rush. You were willing to spend the whole night waiting for an explanation, if it were to be required.

You averted your eyes towards an indistinct point of the floor, not wanting to be holding her pensive gaze longer than necessary. It was something you had expected, though you didn't really need a prolonged speech on the reasons why she only met up with you for physical means.

A low voice caused you to look back up again, listening to what she was to say.

"I don't see the point in lying, so I'll be honest with you"

It was all you were asking for. Honesty.

"When you came into the meeting room on the first day, you caught my attention. I wasn't entirely sure what it was, but something about your persona stood out from the others that had accompanied you"

"I didn't think much of it, granted, and so I simply approached you how I would with any other of your comrades. None of you struck me as trustful at first, thus, I was anything but kind to you all. However, it didn't take long before I knew what was going on"