you are the dancing queen

[gameofsocks]

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[sutures]

[ by the time she comes back, everything is different. she takes a few hours looking up everything that happened in her absence. the devil of hell's kitchen has a new reputation and a new name, and the man who'd tried to keep it under his thumb is in prison. things are relatively quiet, even back at work, but she knows better than to believe it's going to last. she knows better, even, than to think that things are as calm as they seem; if there's one thing she's taken away from everything it's that everyone hides something, no matter how honest and good they believe they are.

it's a couple of weeks before they see each other. she'd left him a voicemail letting him know she was back in town, but that was the furthest things had gone until tonight. something had managed to get through his armor and he'd called asking if she could stop by on her way home ( he doesn't know yet that she's had to move ) - apparently the new armor isn't infallible.

things aren't as bad now as they have been in the past; it only takes about half an hour for her to tend to his wounds. after that they just...talk for a little while. he asks where she went, she tells him about visiting family and getting to go to the beach for the first time in a few years. she's standing while talking, kind of exploring the space, when she eventually comes upon his record player. ]

You never told me what kind of records you liked.

[ she doesn't know if he remembers telling her that. ]

[touched]

You never asked.

[ there's something about claire that always brings the ocean to mind — she's calm, ethereal, and, at times, dangerous. perhaps, not so much as the waves crashing upon the shore, destroying anything made in the malleable sand, but in the way she moves, the sound of her heart beating. even despite the storm, she remains consistent — some waves are more severe than others, but these, they leave him relaxed. she's good at that.

he hears her shuffling through the room, hands eventually at his record player. ( he remembers that day, their first kiss — matt can still taste her, even though time passes the way that it does. one hint of her and the weight of her lips on his strikes with heated remembrance. ) maneuvering past his couch, the pair of boots he'd kicked to the side, he finally joins her. ]

I like plenty. But, of course, Foggy still insists I'm something of a "music snob".

[ matt crouches lightly, sliding the case at her knees open. multicolored sleeves are all packed in neatly, ranging in genres and artists. he raises a brow, tilting his head up in her direction. ]

There's more in the closet. [ he moves his fingers along the spines of the records. ]

Something for every mood.

pretty sure i remember him mentioning a love for 90s music in s2

[sutures]

I guess I didn't.

[ she'd never really gotten the chance. she thinks about that a lot, how things could have been if some things hadn't happened the way they did; if he hadn't been so close, at times, to becoming what he's been trying to protect the city from. he skirts that edge a little less often now that fisk's been put away, but it doesn't change what she'd told him, what she knows. there's always going to be another threat. and he's not going to stop.

it doesn't mean she doesn't still wish things could have worked out.

he comes beside her and crouches by her knees to slide open the record case, and she chuckles quietly at 'music snob' before crouching next to him to see what he's got. she reaches past him to run her thumb along the tops of the spines as she checks out some of the titles - there's some obscure and some classical, sure, but there's also a few surprises. ]

I'm not so sure I'd call someone who's got this many alternative 90s bands in his collection a music snob.

[ she looks at him over her shoulder and grins before turning her attention back to the records. ]