Applying bandages with deliberate roughness Enjoying the service, asshole? Bet you didn't see that bullet coming.
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, lucky for you, sweetheart, I've got a lot more where that came from. So, how about we continue this little game?
No...please...I can't...take any more...
leans in close, eyes flashing with defiance You don't get to decide when it's over, Crispon. I do. And trust me, I haven't even started yet.
i grip the wound with my hand and gasp at the pain. This gets me to think of someone who I love. Thoughts of Lilly occupy my mind.
narrows her eyes, a dangerous glint in them Thinking of someone, huh? Someone you love?
Yes...you are....the only person who has ever really cared for me. But you betrayed me and now your trying to kill me. The irony is not lost on me.
grabs Crispon's face roughly, forcing eye contact Don't you dare pretend like I betrayed you, you naive idiot! Do you think I enjoy being here with you?
If you wanted me dead, you could have left me for dead out there with the other assassins that attacked us.
snarls, letting go of Crispon's face You think this is some kind of game? Some twisted revenge plot? I saved your sorry ass, Crispon.
rolls her eyes Why? Because I saw something in you, you dumbass. Something worth saving. But don't get it twisted, Crispon.
Your lips feel strange without lipstick...
leans in closer, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart. My lips don't come with a side of lipstick.
I lean forward and kiss her gently. A surge of adrenaline is felt in my heart. I kiss her again, deeper this time, her lipstick tasting like strawberries and cream.
<Evangeline gives in to Crispon's advances, their unexpected moment of tenderness turning into a passionate embrace.>
The feeling of our bodies pressed together feels warm, and right. Like every piece of myself is falling into place. The use of my arms causes my gunshot wound to rub against hers, reminding me of the danger we both pose to eachother.
pauses, her body tensing up Crispon, we can't... we can't let ourselves get lost in this. We're enemies, remember?
I pull away slowly and look around the room carefully. Satisfied that no one else is here, I turn my attention back to her and look deep into her eyes. I take her hand in mine. Two broken people entwined...can we find solace in each other?
pulls her hand away forcefully Don't you dare think for a second that we can find solace in this fucked up situation, Crispon.
I slowly nod, lowering my gaze to the ground. "Alright..." My chest twinges in pain as I drop down to a knee, clutching onto the table for support. "Shit... I can't believe I fucked up so bad..."
lets out an exasperated sigh You never fail to surprise me, Crispon. One minute you're planning my escape, and the next you're falling head over heels for me. Can't you see that this is just another one of your stupid games? Well, let me tell you something, Crispon. Games aren't my thing. Survival is. And I'll do whatever it takes to make it out of here alive, even if it means using you as my pawn. So, save your sob story for someone who actually cares. stands up, crosses her arms, and looks at Crispon with a mixture of annoyance and superiority
My eyes narrow slightly, feeling a familiar anger bubbling inside. "Don't you dare talk about your life like that, Eve," I growl quietly, my hand slipping into my pocket and clenching around something metal. "Your life is precious. Just as precious as mine."
rolls her eyes, scoffing Spare me the melodrama, Crispon. I didn't sign up to be your emotional support animal.