( closed ) blind ninja meets whatever it is she is

[fogwells]

who: Matt Murdock & Jessica Jones
what: Super cool neighbors have a super friendly meeting!
when: August
where: Floor 9 of community housing
warnings: None, of course, absolutely nothing can go wrong!

[ He'd check to find out if Foggy and Karen were here, if they'd somehow been displaced like he was. Finding no hint of them, he wasn't sure whether to take it as something of relief or not. Not knowing enough about this place, it was hard to tell whether it was safer or more dangerous than Hell's Kitchen. Whichever was the worst, Matt didn't like not being with them to protect them.

The day had already been long, but it was just the beginning of his research, deciding to take it all one step at a time — all as Matt Murdock, and Matt Murdock alone.

Cane clutched in hand, he makes his way down the hallway of his floor, tapping at the ground in front of him. There's no need for it, not with his senses alerting him well of his surroundings, but he senses movement behind some of the doors to the other room. One in particular is about to be opened, sensing it in the way that feet tap across the floor, closer and closer.

When it opens, there's a woman there, practically his own height, with a heavy air about her.

Matt tilts his head up, facing her general direction, making sure not to look directly at her before shifting into a smile. ] Hi. You must be my neightbor.

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[hardedged]

[ the sharp scent of whiskey remains on her breath, though perhaps he's used to that by now. his touch, just as before, is like goddamn electricity, and the surprise rushes through her. perhaps a part of her had hoped that murdock was mistaken, that the potion was responsible for enhancing the chemistry between them. but now, she's forced to acknowledge that she was the wrong one.

after jess deepens the kiss for a moment, she abruptly regains control over her senses and pulls back. swallowing hard, she releases an incredulous scoff. ]

Keep it in your pants.

[fogwells]

[ When she draws back, when he's able to catch his breath again, he cracks an all-knowing smile, the beginnings of a chuckle playing at his mouth. It's typical of her, really, almost like a bad habit, that he isn't thrown into any level of surprise.

He doesn't shift from where she's pushed him tightly against the wall, his head merely leaning back, not needing to get a feel for the air around her to get his own grasp of her roller coaster of emotions regarding his presence at her door. ]

Jessica. [ The name slips from his tongue as easily as it is to take a breath. He gives a lick to his lips, shaking his head lightly. ] I'm not making anymore excuses. [ With a brief pause, he gives a minor shrug, his following words honest. ] I like kissing you. It's as simple as that.

[hardedged]

[ she doesn't anticipate that response, the candor in his voice unwavering yet unexpected. it both vexes and entices her at the same time. jessica shakes her head, her expression twisting into an ugly scowl, while she futilely attempts to slow down her quickening heartbeat.

he's a cocky bastard, in more ways than one. ]

Yeah well, feeling's not mutual.

[ clearly. with a roll of her eyes, she shifts her stance, prepared to walk back inside her apartment. ]

[fogwells]

[ Not all of Jessica's actions are predictable. There's something in that brief moment where everything's still, a second that lasts like multiples in the anticipation of how she'll respond, of wondering which emotion she'll give into.

And yet, when it comes, he still doesn't waver, clear conviction in his tone and lack of hesitance. ]

I don't need to read your heartbeat to know that's a lie.

[hardedged]

[ her hand grasps the knob of the front door, tightening around the handle until it suddenly breaks off with a sickening crack. the truth is that murdock's right, and the part that frightens jessica beyond measure is that she has no idea how to cope with this realization.

it's better being on her own, she's always believed that. however, day by day, he's slowly moving past her emotional barriers. she doesn't need whatever the hell he's offering, she tries to convince herself — a shoulder to lean on, an open ear to listen, a chance to warm her bed at night. she doesn't want his fucking friendship.

most of all, she doesn't deserve it. ]

You don't know a goddamn thing about me.

[ there's a harsh degree of magnitude underlying her words, though the intensity isn't directed at him. only at herself. she knows the truth. she's always been a piece of shit, and that won't ever change. silence suspends in the air, heavy and thick between them, as she enters her apartment and slams the door shut. ]