I Have Some Secrets No One Should Know.
Reblog
8 years ago
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+ darcywho

Corkscrew || OPEN

darcywho:

inheritorofmemories:

Natasha might have wished for the man, but the woman before her she couldn’t have conjured up even in her own mind. However, the smile stays perfectly in place, used to greater surprise than even the sight before her. “Hi there,” she responds, perfectly composed. “I live across the hall, just moved in. Natalie Rushman.” She offers her hand, displaying the bottle of wine in the other.

“I prefer to know my neighbours - the city can be so impersonal,” she improvises, wondering at the words. Why is she inviting conversation? “I thought we might have a companionable drink, if you’re willing?”

Darcy took her hand. “I’m Darcy, Darcy Lewis. Nice to meet ya.” There was no harm in being polite. After all, she was offering wine—better wine than that which she’d been about to open. She smiled. 

“That’s actually kinda true. I’d rather not have a repeat performance of the Son of Sam deal.” She mentally cringed at her words. Way to go, she mentally scolded herself, compare your neighbor to a serial killer, oh yes, genius. Darcy glanced back into her apartment, before opening the door wider “Sure, I was about to drink anyway. C’mon in.” 

“A pleasure,” Natasha answers, ever so slightly impressed by the handshake. She has to bite her lip to stop herself laughing at the comparison - perhaps a little too apt - instead making her way inside Darcy’s apartment.

“Rough day?” she asks, the signs of stress evident on the other woman’s shoulders, as well as her expression. Making her way to the kitchen, she unearths the corkscrew from the depths of the most used drawer, before realising that she’s perhaps being a little too familiar. “Where do you keep your glasses?”