@sukiisho : blood dribbles over parted bottom lip , ear ringing , the taste of gunpowder on her tongue . philosopher's stone works its magic in a show of electric red .
a hand moves towards the pouring wound , one would assume to apply pressure or cower due to pain but this is a show . just for them . the nail of her index finger presses against the bullet , allowing the her skin to sew around it instead of pushing the invasive material out . ❛ thanks for the gift , sweetheart . i think i'll keep it . ❜
flicking her drenched hand off , blood splattering in an arc . it then she decides to close their distance , grabbing riza by the side of their neck . delicately trailing a thumb of the same hand just at the corner of their lips , gaze following her own movement until it stops . offering the lieutenant a ever so slightly off smile . ❛ can i have another one ? ❜ / well . . . u kno . . . hiiiiiiiiiiiii / unprompted , always accepting !
riza is at a loss . one gun was completely emptied , fired in a series of shots blinded by a cacophony of emotions : fear , anger , horror , shock , disbelief , adrenaline . only one shot landed , which was a kick in their ego . the display was almost grotesque —- well , it was grotesque , if not a bit ... private . it felt like something the lieutenant shouldn't be witnessing , an introduction to her body that allowed them a peak inside of it , parting of flesh , the deep red under the skin , muscles moving , finding their way back to each other , keeping the 'souvenir' , like that of a love - bite someone leaves on their partner while traversing the same expanses of the body . and the same earthy , unmistakable smell of metal , blood —- heat , humidity —- they're dizzy from more than just the adrenaline pumping through their veins , the fear that compelled them to fire without much warning . this must be a game . a game riza didn't know how to traverse , one as strangely intimate as it was horrific .
legs were stuck , hand falling to abandon the empty weapon , itching to find the next available one . she was closing in and riza did nothing to move away from it , a death wish ? maybe , yet the more likely answer lies not in defeatism , but in a their stomach caving in , wondering what it was about lust that made riza keen towards her hand like a cat accepting an open palm . a begrudging glare in their eyes despite veering into the affection . if you're going to kill me , then do it . hawkeye was no field mouse , but they imagined this is how it felt to be in danger of claws grasping them as thumb drags a swipe of orange , leftovers , and they have to bite tongue to keep it from swiping at the corner for a hit . in this moment , briefly , riza would've traded life for more of this intimacy in an involuntary thought that struck them into soberness .
" i've given you plenty , " stern words , delivered in the no - nonsense tone riza has always carried with them . lips move away , the temptation to do things the lieutenant hasn't even fantasized about before clouding their view in the most abhorrent way that both delights and angers them into confusion . calloused hand reaches for the weighted firearm tucked in holster under their arm , the other grasping at lust's wrist firmly , her skin heated to the point of almost shocking them : maybe riza had a thing for being burned , " if i didn't know any better , i'd mistake you for greed . "