@marsheo , [ patch ] help my muse patch up a wound.
like rabid dog caught with a wound, it only knows how to lash out, how to bite the very hand that feeds it — to accept help is to accept defeat in some form, to admit the uselessness of one’s own survival skills. “ stop. ” it’s louder, stronger than it needs to be, filled with tenacity and a twinge of desperation : don’t come any closer for you may see me as i am, weak, coming undone at the seams. being seen at such a disadvantage, a soldier marked from the perils of an ongoing war, to be caught is to live with dishonor. the gun in her hand is gripped, aimed in his direction — it doesn’t matter that he seems to be holding a first - aid kit, it doesn’t matter that his presence is anything but hostile. juliette cai took no chances. “ walk away before i am the last thing you see when the bullet hits you. ” it should be a threat, but it comes out a plead, a warning. he is roma’s friend before he is the enemy. but she is on white flowers territory, fish out of water. he is the enemy.
she reminds him of a rabid chihuahua, — he knows in this very moment, she’s all bark, no bite. he sucks in sharply the crisp air, clicking of his tongue as he takes minuscule attempts to close the remaining space between them before juliette cai, the scarlet heiress. theatrical performance on its way with marshall seo in close proximity, for he bore it well like none other. lazily waving around the first - aid kit, shrug rippled from his frame with hardly any effort. he knew she wouldn’t shoot, or so he thought at least ; it wasn’t because he doubted her ability, but because her aim would be too off. her shot would be too lazy or miss him either entirely or by a hair. he hoped for the option that she did not choose to pull the trigger, but with juliette, she was unpredictable at times. the same could be said for marshall, ( maybe that’s something they had in common. )
❝ you know, that actually sounds really familiar — have you threatened me this way before, or is it all déjà vu ? or am i just lucky ? ❞ from the crevices of his lips, there it is : a wicked grin taking form onto mars’ features. he took a full step toward her, unfastening the latches of both ends of the first - aid kit. ❝ now, be honest with me, miss juliette, would you really rather your pride be the best of you and leave yourself to die out on white flower territory or would you rather i help you ? hate to break it to ya, but there’s only one answer that’s right and i’m comin’ in hot with bandages and tweezers to remove that bullet in your arm. you can thank me or kill me later, whichever, i like surprises. ❞