ok I know you sent this weeks ago, but I’m still gonna answer.
8. Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging
Somehow I don’t think she’d have a lot of guilt around indulging herself, but she doesn’t do it much. As far as food stuff, she likes the basic ice cream and pastries, but usually she only has like half a tub of ice cream in her house and she doesn’t bake, so she only gets those when a friend brings her some or she goes out to a bakery or something.
But honestly I think her favorite indulgence is physical contact for its own sake. Long, warm hugs, resting against a friend when they watch a movie together, even just having someone sit real close to her with their shoulders touching. In her life, physical contact has all had to have a purpose- seducing a target, gaining their trust, or fighting- so being able to casually be close to people she wants to be close to is something she loves. Again though, years and years of that being something she wasn’t allowed means that it’s rare that she lets it happen. Only when she’s very relaxed or just needs it a lot.
19. What do they think about before falling asleep at night?
I think it’s probably a very rare thing when her quiet, 12 AM thoughts are pleasant. She has a lot of guilt and regret. I would say she’d trained herself to not think about it… but I don’t think she would. She’d make herself remember even though it’s causing her pain, because she deserves it, right? She can’t go back and fix all the things she’s done, she’s not even going to be punished for them, so the least she can do is punish herself, if only a little. Not letting herself forget is the least she can do.
Ok but on a brighter note sometimes after a good mission those thoughts go away bc she feels like she’s made up for it a little bit.
22. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?
Can Nat draw? Probably. I don’t think it’s a hobby or anything, but she’s decent at it. Tbh though she would probably just draw whatever she could see, nothing from her mind. Not anyone she knows. Maybe her cat, or the people sitting at the café she can see out her window.