Man, not even OC's are safe from now being put through emotion-heavy scenes that don't involve being beaten and tortured
gatekeeping the character (tho maybe I already did mention him before? forgor.) so I'll be writing out the thoughts without using his name but just call him S + bonus char who I'll call J
Thinking about S who breaks J out of prison. It's not like he cares about J, he basically hasn't seen J in years after all, and J seems to have forgotten him too. It's just that, with J in prison, the police has had more time to deal with other criminals. And they've been getting closer to catching S ā one almost did, S is lucky he managed to slip out of his grip and run away. But he needs a distraction now. Someone who really makes a huge spectacle. And it just so happens that someone is J.
Breaking into prison was no easy task, but it seems like luck was on his side. Then comes next step, finding J's cell. Getting close to the doors, he hears muttering from inside ā J being interrogated. Or, at least an interrogation is attempted, but it's failing as J doesn't focus on the questions, instead flirting, either just for heck of it or because he's actually interested in the woman asking him questions. Either can be the case, knowing J. S rolls his eyes in annoyance before starting the next step of breaking J out of here.
Hmm... Thoughts on that next step. So, obviously, it would be breaking the door down and interrupting J's fun. There's few ways I could think of that could be done. But an explosion would be most dramatic. A loud bang, doors getting deformed, smoke everywhere and filling up the small cell, both making it harder to see and breathe. Quickly getting in to grab J, before rushing out, before the smoke can clear. On their way freeing J properly as they make their way out of the prison before the backup can catch them. Maybe few start to shoot to try to get one of them. Maybe a bullet or two ends up hitting S. But due to adrenaline, he doesn't focus on it much ā he feels the pain on one side of his body as it spreads out like fire, but right now he can't stop. He can tell where he's been shot though, and firmly presses with one hand at the spot to stop the bleeding, trying to keep the pressure on the wound while keeping up with J who's running ahead of him. And fuck is that difficult, hell, trying to keep up with J in general is hard given the height difference. J at some point looks back and sees what's happening. Without even asking, which would be pointless to begin with, he picks up S to carry him ā and S of course complains... even though part of him is relieved to not have to run.
Once they're away far enough and to the safety, it's time to tend to S's wounds. He protests each step of the way, claiming he can take care of it on his own ā even though he's getting dizzy, hands growing cold and trembling, and he messes up his words. And J ignores him, knowing better than to listen to S. J, having more experience of living this kind of life and dealing with his own injuries in the past, provides S with care. By no means proper care, but it's better than nothing. No pain relief of any sort, stitches afterwards are a mess, etc. S barely conscious, but even then, able to somehow throw curses at J.
After that, it takes a long while to heal. They both have to lay low for a while too. During this time, at some point when the pain isn't as bad, it hits S that he's in very bad situation. Sure, he knew J in the past. But he also knows J is dangerous. In fact, he was dangerous even back then. And yet, here they are, together, just the two of them, while S is injured, vulnerable. Especially with how J seems to have forgotten him, it feels like living with J will be even more risky.
S is constantly on his guard. Always worried if food might be poisoned. Scared when J's hand moves slightly closer up when J is hugging him from behind to keep him warm while they share a sleeping space, thinking if that hand will go up to his neck while J assumes S is asleep. Afraid of doing anything that could potentially upset J. Even things he hates, he allows J to do. He generally hates being seen naked by anyone, and he'd usually insist that, even with injuries, he doesn't need help with stuff like taking a bath or shower. And yet, he stays quiet when it's time to wash up and J helps him out, J being careful to keep the bandaged spot dry. While J is doing that, S has the thought at the back of his mind that J could drown him here at any point.
Everything J does, is done with such care and gentleness, and yet, S can't get himself to trust J. Then again, S hasn't trusted anyone, but it surely makes sense to not trust someone who doesn't care about lives of other living beings and even sees an artistic beauty in killing them in creative ways.
It's when fear subsides, and he can move more freely without feeling that stabbing pain from the injury, that his mind starts to process the situation. J has taken care of him. And J hasn't made any threats. Hell, he even seemed nice? Kind of. S hated pet names, and yet, J would call him many of those, with two sticking out the most ā prince and angel. Prince always seemed to be mocking him. Like he's being called spoiled. And angel... It hurt. S can't pinpoint what exactly about that nickname hurts, but it just makes him uneasy, and like that is not something that could apply to him. He's no angel, and he never will be.
















