I Have Some Secrets No One Should Know.
Reblog
8 years ago
♥ 15
+ ivananddmitri
+ //It's shorter because I don't want to godmode :P
+ //anything i say about what Natasha's doing is simply her intention
+ //you decide whether it works or not

Like Breathing Was Easy. [+ivananddmitiri/Mainverse]

ivandmitriandnikolaitheai:

inheritorofmemories:

Oh. Years of familiarity had taught her to press every advantage, and yet she hadn’t pushed when she caught Ivan off balance. She centres herself again, keeping to the edges of the ring. If she’s going to mount an attack, she might need the extra momentum. 

She can feel the need to strike curling her fingers, for she has always been at her best in the moment of attack. Waiting, especially with Ivan, seems unnatural to her, and yet she knows that to engage is to invite the first mistake.

It’s easy and familiar, drawing his eyes to her movements, and she wonders if she can play that to her advantage too. Her movements slow, pace becoming languid, unchallenging. It’s a game she’s played with prey more than once, and this time she ignores the sentimental tug that reminds her that once this was done for love. She needs him distracted so that she can strike, mentally and physically, have him work out the melancholy that’s eroding his will to fight.

He’d have expected Natalia to attack long before then, and the change was simultaneously welcome and unsettling. Still, he would not be swayed from his typical tactic. Remaining ever vigilant, he did his best to cat aside the memories this little spar was stirring up. Try as he might, however, waves of nostalgia washed over him as he noted the differences between the fights of old and the one in which he was currently engaged. Many times in their youth had he needed to remind Natalia of the importance of waiting for the opportune moment. Many times had he countered her ill-planned advances with an ease that would frustrate her. to see her now, so poised and so temperate was forcing him to see how different the present was from the past. IT brought a half-hearted smile to his lips.

Natasha has never been one to let an opportunity pass her by, and the faint smile is enough to indicate that now is her moment. Without seeming to break her stride, Natasha presses back against the ropes, springing forward with her palms on the floor of the ring, crouched as she brings her leg around to swipe Ivan’s from underneath.