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why not me (killing eve | anna/eve)
why not me. killing eve, anna/eve. eve tries another way of keeping anna with her. 100w, rated t. for a prompt at summer spinoff.
The cuffs are tight around Anna's wrists — too tight, Eve will think later, when she unlocks them and Anna's rubbing her fingertips against the angry red lines burning there like a threat. Now, Anna sinking into the chenille couch, legs crossed delicately at the ankle and bound hands aching in her lap, Eve isn't sure if either of them are thinking at all.
Anna's fingers curl tight into her floral skirt, the silver glinting in the lamplight. Eve rests her empty fists on her knees, her gun abandoned on the floor.
"So," Anna says. "Where would you like to begin?"