Healing Bullet Wounds: Closed Roleplay with @thcwidow
M.K. WAS HURTING. It had been a several days since he had been rescued and saved from the brink of death. He still couldn't bring himself to speak to Tilda or Bajie or anyone else who might have been his friend before he was brainwashed by Pilgrim.
But throughout all of the heartache, he had found a confidant in the most unlikely of people: Minerva.
Everyone called her the Widow. He himself had gotten used to calling her that, or sometimes just "Monster". That was what she had seemed like to him when she was abusing and torturing him.
When she stabbed him, leading to his near-death.
But she seemed so different now. Throughout the past few days, she had been waiting on him hand and foot, and dealing with his snapping, and validating all of the accusations and insults that he threw at her. She still hadn't said sorry, but the word didn't seem to be in her vocabulary at all for anyone. Actions spoke louder than words to her, it seemed.
Still, he found himself gritting his teeth and waiting for her to ask him to do something for her, and discovering that she had a new plot or that she needed him for something, or that this was all just some sort of revenge scheme for what he did to Tilda.
He was just waiting for all of her kindness to be used against him in some way.
Until he decided that two could play at that game.
He asked Tilda to help him bake a special treat for Minerva (he and Tilda had repaired their relationship and were growing back together), and decided to surprise Minerva with it at her door.
He was almost afraid to knock, but forced himself to do so, raising a shaky fist to tap it gently against her door.
"Minerva," he said, in an oddly strained voice with what was clearly forced happiness. "It's M.K.. I have something for you."
He hated being back there. The room where she had him tortured. It made him sick.
But he smiled through the pain.