#Qi'ra x Doyle

[timeguardians]

Tattooes and Hellish Discoveries

@avictimofthejazz continued from X

His GRIP, while gentle, SCALDS. The way his discerning eyes refuse to neglect the marking that had been unintentionally revealed unerves the Lieutenant. "Because..." Qi'ra frostily clips, "WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN NOSY?"

Eyes flash upwards, honing in on him like vehement heat-seeking missiles. He isn't wrong. If it was a NORMAL marking rather than a brand, she wouldn't mind his elephant-like prodding. "IF IT BOTHERS YOU, YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOOK!!!" She riles in a hiss, but realizes he is far stronger than she could ever hope to. But she stops yanking back on her wrist. It isn't worth the excruciating AGONY that surges through her every time he presses his fingers into her skin.

How could he think she was so FECKLESS or TASTELESS to willfully get a tattoo? "Oh come on." She grumbles, though her voice is nowhere near as viperous as before. She didn't want to have to spell this out for him. It's not something she is PROUD of.

"It's -- it's the Crim.son Da.wn logo." Qi'ra shiveringly confides. "Damn it, Doyle! Don't you understand what this is?" She counters, stepping into his personal space. Her eyes meet his uneasily. "I'm NOT my own." The NEXT words are spoken with notes of dettachment. "I'm a SL.AVE." Her ANXIETY only ratcheted so HIGH twice before. Once whens he was captured, then when she was BROKEN and BRANDED. "Dry.den and the Crimson Dawn OWN me."

Suddenly, she WINCES in agony. Her eyes prickle with tears as his touch sends pain hurdeling up into the balls of her knuckles. His asssessment of a shattered boke is NOT misaken.Instead of gifting him a satisfactory string of curses or a scream, she funnels all her breath out of her nose.

"LET GO." She rasps shakily, trying to propel him back with her free hand.

#Tattooes and Hellish Discoveries #Qi'ra x Doyle #these two JUST --asfkdjasslaj #avictimofthejazz #tw: branding #tw: slavery mentioned #tw: gang

[timeguardians]

"Here. Drink this. You're dehydrated." Doyle tossed the water bottle in Qi'ra's general direction, making no effort to hand it to her directly.--Qi'ra from Jazz/Doyle (who's trying to pretend he's not worried)

Haggered and trepidacious, she eases herself up off of the canvas cloth of the cot. (His cot) With her stomach roiling, Qi'ra's bloodshot eyes SNAP upwards at the sound of his voice.

Though her motions are more lethargic than quick, her fingers manage to trap the launched water bottle. "Why?" She clips in questioning. "So you can POISON me?" Skeptical orbs linger upon the gifted fluids. He's the one who discovered her in the WOODS. Did the UNIVERSE HATE her?!!! She waits, tentative eyes lingering on the fluid before she gives testing sip.

"Why did you BRING me here?" She dryly rumbles. "You could have just let me DIE."

#answered ask #avictimofthejazz #Qi'ra x Doyle #I can't even #he's lucky she's too weak to launch it back at his head