𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 & 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡 ( @pvremichigan )
he can feel the surgical forceps pushing into the skin of his shoulder . some blood pours out of the circular wound but it’s not enough to phase him . “ that hurts ” Shaquille gets the words out through a breath that’s clearly lining on the verge of pissed off or annoyed ❝ fuck that actually really hurts mich , fuck - ❞ it’s not so much that he’s angry at her , just that the thoughts swarming in his head mixed with the physical pain was not exactly helping in easing his anxiety ❝ you’re making it hurt on purpose aren’t you? ❞ it’s supposed to be a joke but it doesn’t come out like one . all the charisma the rocker boy typically has is gone tonight . a shell of his former self
he could have gone back to heywood , but with what he did in arroyo it was probably best for the voodoo boy to keep a low profile . so he walked all the way from rancho coronado to mich’s apartment . arrived front & center on her doorstep covered in a mixture of his blood & others . tactical gear is tossed in the woman’s bathroom , including the one pistol he still had on him . as far as shaquille knows he’ll be fine . survived off luck & his protective implants , primarily the 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 he prides so much . metallic & flesh mixed fingers grip the arms of the chair he sits in as he feels the final bullet slide out of his flesh
a deep breath of relief , along with a loud groan escapes his mouth . it’s not the first time he’s been shot of course , but if anyone told you that you get used to the pain they would be fucking lying about it . it hurt like a bitch . waiting for the redhead to disinfect the wound , shaquille leans back in the chair
the only clothing he currently has on is a pair of cargo pants equipped with an empty holster on his right thigh . his shoulders are rather beautifully broad & strong , so large that it makes him look somehow even taller than he already is while sitting down . around his chin , jaw & mouth is a grey beard cut short , not extending onto his cheeks . brown eyes look up at the ceiling for a moment before they gaze to mich on his side near his injured shoulder
breathing more steady now , shaquille speaks some more . “i appreciate this darling” it’s in a much more softer tone than his previous words . his accent is fluctuating from haitian to borderline american sounding , a side affect of his anxiety & nerves . shaquille jacques looks into her eyes , those beautiful green eyes that make his heartbeat relax . he could have gone to anyone for help . could have called his brother but he didn’t . instead he walked here , to her . they’ve done jobs together , they’ve bickered together , she’s threatened him once or twice but for some reason he still decided to go to her for help . & she decided to give it to him
most people just saw them as two people with mutual partners . in it for different reasons but utilizing one another’s skill sets for their own gain . but there was always a bit more to it than that wasn’t there? oh yes , shaquille jacques certainly enjoyed the company of 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄 . she always seemed a moment away from blowing a fuse but that was what he enjoyed about her . she was unpredictable , strong , focused , ready to run through a fucking wall & get what she came for . she might not admit it to anyone else but shaquille can see it in those eyes …. she cares . there’s more to her that he doesn’t know , that he probably will never fully understand but it makes him drawn to her
❝ i didn’t kill anyone tonight who didn’t deserve it ❞ that one comes out of nowhere . he breaks the ice in an instant , confirming that the blood & wounds are because of a mission of vengeance instead of one of justice . not that he believed in justice anyways . that was copaganda in his eyes . ❝ i just… hope you know that darling ❞
