After all, emotions never fade.
Within the past hour, she had come to know that Zalire was the cousin to a man who went by the name of Vaeris. Sadly, the way she found that out was by getting shot in the abdomen once from Zalire for simply putting a hand upon Vaeris’s shoudler. In response to that, at least, she had lodged a bullet in his kneecap and wrist. A bullet’s a bullet, and the woman preferred to play the game of chance when it came to certain things like this.
Much to her dismay, she found herself wandering over to the place that Vaeris had asked her to meet him at, at least before the shit fest with shooting Zalire and getting shot happened. Behind the barn that rested aside the lake known as Olivia’s Pond, the darkly leather clad mercenary stared up at the man with those cold amber hues of hers from beneath the dark leather mask of hers. “You wanted to talk to me?”
Nodding his head in the direction of her, he would begin to tap at his chin and glance around the area that was visible to him. “Yeah. I was in the middle of saying something to you before you two dipshits went ahead and started shooting each other. Could you perhaps remind me where I was?” thinking for a moment longer, Vaeris would raise his right index finger and wiggle it. “Never mind, I remember now. You were threatening to shoot me or something and I told you to go ahead. Like I said, if I want to talk about our past to family, I damn sure well can, and if you’re gonna shoot me over it, go ahead. However, if you’re gonna’, when your squeezing down that trigger…Remember the shit that I did for ya’ even before we got together. Ya’ know? That’s all. Either way, go ahead. Shoot me. After you stopped giving a shit about me, life has made it’s way to being useless to me. Shoot me.” Vaeris would simply smirk from underneath the shadows that the building and light behind him mashed up right on top of him. Vaeris tips his hat up, as well as letting his gaze to stare into the eyes of Red.
The mercenary let out a derisive snerk as she waved her hand that was occupied with a pistol over her bloody abdomen. “Learn to control your family, in that case. After all, we almost had one of our own, but your brother had to go and ruin that by driving a blade into my gut.” Her voice was a mere sneer, as if bringing up the memory was meant to bring out some sort of emotionful spot on the man. “I don’t feel like doing this, Vaeris. I really don’t. I’m done with arguing, I’m done with dealing with shit that doesn’t mean anything to me anymore.” A quiet, almost soundless sigh escaped from her scarred lips as she moved the pistol that she had rested against her abdomen and raised it up to Vaeris. “If I do shoot you now and your cousin happens to find out, him and I will have a wonderful battle. But tell me,” she cooed out rather nonchalantly. “What did you specifically tell your cousin?”
Quirking a brow, Vaeris would merely smirk in regards to the mention of their dead, unborn child. “Oh, you’re right. I do remember that we nearly did have a child, and by the light I am glad that it didn’t happen. We saved him or her from a life of bullshit, after all, it was only a moment of time before you went off and cheated our promise. No doubts was that a mistake even if you dare say that it was because you were on drugs. That would merely you be hiding from the facts. To be honest, I still question at night sometimes if you ever even gave a genuine fuck about me. You know? I gave everything for you and you went about being a goddamn bitch to me, getting high, and getting drunk. Damn. Glad that poor child did die. My brother ‘bout did us both a favor. After all, I’m suprised that you aren’t dead yet from all the shit. If that baby was still around you would of had one deformed ass motherfuckin’ child or somethin’. I can’t be sure how that works.” Vaeris would move down from the cobblestone and walk up to Red talking the revolver and then her right hand. Placing the revolver into her hand he would grab at her wrist and bring the end of the revolve to rest right between his eyes, a rather evil smirk playing at his lips. “If a fight is what you’re looking for, even though you stated that you didn’t want anymore arguing, then damn well shoot me. I’ll be nothing more than a very rare memory.” Regardless of her last question, Vaeris avoided it.
Six made no move to stop the man from moving her now occupied pistol hand up in between his eyes. Those cold, amber hues of hers stared out from beneath the darkness of her helm as she slightly pressed the metal into his skin a bit more. Although her finger rested idly on the trigger guard, she instinctively felt her digit drifting down to the sweet, smooth curved metal of the trigger. Her voice came out in its usual rasp, and she felt slight pressure building against the metal. “What did you tell him, love?” she asked, rather sweetly. Little did the man know, or he did likely know, laces of animosity laid behind her tone.
Snickering even more, Vaeris forced the gun even harder against his skin, even making time to use his free hand to tip his hat up even further. “If you don’t shoot me, I will tell you, if you shoot me… Well, I guess those will also just have to be rare thoughts that may only cross your mind once and a little while. Death is nothing new to me, 'love’. I have taken death for you perhaps a time or two and I am willing to do it for you again. That is why I am doing this. You want a fight, pull that trigger, 'love’. I assure you, when you do, you will think about what we had. When I lay there dead, motionless, and pale…You will have that one thought of when our once full, lush, and tender lips met with eachother. You will remember that when you see the color fade from my face. Pull the trigger, Red. Look into my eyes and pull the trigger of whatever we had once more… just like the night that you decided to make us no more. Pull that trigger. If you don’t, you will know what was said. If not, once again, you will have one quick memory of what we once had.” The tone that Vaeris put on would show no remorse, but instead straight generosity to his former lover; his eyes only for a moment showed a moment of remembering. They quickly changed back to their stoic tone, as if it never switched in the first place.
The leather clad mercenary moved her unoccupied hand up to her wolf mask, only to curl her digits around the leather of her mask and tug it down. After that, the hand snaked up and curled around the wolf’s maw that portruded out from beneath the helm, and she tugged that off of her head. Those amber locks that she had kept from her childhood years were changed to that of ebony strands that, for once, were pulled back into a ponytail instead of a bun. The hand went down to his chest and softly began to push the male back to the stone foundation. Those amber hues of hers stared up into his own, and it seemed that she even gained a new scar– those scarred lips of hers now found themselves forever tugged up in a deep scar. “Vaeris, I’ve done many things. Many, terrible, unbearable things that I’ve learned to live with over the years. This will be no different. I may still hold those lingering feelings for you; somewhere, deep down within my worn soul. As for you…” She let out a quiet sigh, and stared up into his eyes with a cold stare. “You know, I did enjoy the time we spent together. I did enjoy every moment that the flesh of our lips were pressed together, I felt something. But now,” her voice ceased briefly, but her tone never changed. “It’s not happening again, Vaeris. It’s gone. You meant everything to me at one point, and only that much has changed.” The cold steel that was held against his forehead briefly dipped away from his flesh, only to abruptly allow herself turn the metal beneath her chin. The emotionlessness never left her visage, or her eyes. The only thing that she responded with was removing the gun from beneath her chin and place it back to the soft flesh of his throat. “Those feelings are still there, love. They’re simply tucked away in a dark corner of my soul that won’t be touched.” And with that, the digit that was left resting against the trigger pulled back, and a loud bang sounded out.
After his last words and the shot ringing out, Vaeris would not fall dead. Instead, with the now gaping hole in his throat, Vaeris would begin gasping for air as blood would come from all areas. Nose, mouth, and even the wound. His eyes however would remain calm as they continue to stare at Red. Through the crimson blood that was pouring from his mouth, he would allow one last smile, but his normal pearly white teeth would be stained crimson. Perhaps Red should go back to being called Red, for after all, she was now watching her ex bathe in his own blood, which indeed, would be red. It was obvious Vaeris didn’t have much time left. However, as stated, he keeps eye contact with Red and a smile on his lips as he leans back against the stone. One hand over his throat attempting to supress the bleeding and the other also laying flat against the stone to keep him from falling.
The woman simply watched the man after the bullet fired out with a loud bang into the cool grip of the night air. The bullet that was now lodged in the man’s throat only proved to let the crimson liquid spill forth, but her expression never changed from that austere mask that often found itself upon her visage. Her hands, now stained with crimson like countless times before, had an odd feeling to them. The woman was used to keeping the blood stained in her dark leather gloves; but this felt different. This wasn’t how everything was supposed to be happening. For once, the woman’s barricade that she built to suppress any form of emotion that she didn’t want quickly broke. The black pistol that was once held in her grip slowly slipped away as she felt the surge of sickness rise up from her stomach. How did she do this? What compelled her to do such a thing? Nonetheless, the mercenary stared down at her former lover with a glassy look in her austere eyes. Without a second thought, she found herself reaching into the pouch that hung from her side and going to curl her digits around an item from within. After doing so, she would turn around and drop the roll of bandages on top of the man, along with a small, red vial that rested within the roll as if it was a protective case for it. “Don’t seek me out after this. I don’t want to find your dead body here, either.” Her voice was shaky, but otherwise emotionless. She briefly kneeled down to the dying man and briefly leaned her forehead against his own; even though her own visage was splattered with blood from the bullet wound. Without another word, she began to stumble away from the bloody scene.
Her ex was simply watching the figure fade from his already blurred vision he would attempt to spit out his last words. However, he could. Reaching for the bandages and vial that were left his shaky hands would struggle to even open the vial. Once able to do so he would begin to bring it to the wound and attempt to pour it on the wound. Sadly, a lot of the liquid was lost on the way up, and instead he only got a sparse splash from the remaining liquid. Vaeris would gasp for a large breath of air and reach for the bandages and quickly wrapped his throat. The bandages would instantly soak to a crimson red and it was still obvious that this man had close to no time left. Either way, with the breaths that he was able to recover he would reach a still shaky hand out towards the fading figure before he himself would begin to fade.
Was he going to sleep?
Was he going to die?
Nevertheless, whatever was happening to the man didn’t fill Xaevier’s mind. After all, she did this to him, and now she was leaving him, just like she left him before.
Emotions were a bad thing for Six, and the one way she knew how to completely block them out was to go find herself in the midst of a fight, or perhaps getting high. Whatever the option, she continued away from the scene of the crime without taking another look back to see if the man decided to leave himself to die or not.
