#arsonxsts

“Only know you love her when you let her go.” The words pass through soft pink lips, brown eyes heavy with each word, frowning as though they pained her. “And you let her go.”

     He’s got a hand in his pocket, fingers wrapped around a gun. He’s only used a gun a few times in his life, only ever as a last resort. He prefers using his bare hands. But still, he keeps the gun with him, in case it does come down to him having to use it. He stares for a second, watching what they’re doing, before speaking from his place in the shadows, “What are you doing here?”

JULIETTE: Congrats

her fingertips slowly reach up to cup his cheek, turning his face to find his eyes. “you can be whatever the world makes you. but you’re still alek, still my friend, to me. so, i- i don’t want you to fear of me not accepting you, okay?” her voice wavers, and her thumb is gentle as it moves over his cheekbones, a slight smile gracing her features. “please accept that.” 

It took Juliette a few minutes to actually get to the bar Kylo worked at, and she couldn’t help but wonder why everything here had to be so spread out. Before she got out of the car, she looked in the mirror to make sure everything was okay, and it was. And when she got out of the car and started walking, there was an extra little swing of her hips - something that happened when she knew she looked good. With one hand, she pushed the door open, her brown eyes already settling on her man behind the bar. Without breaking eye contact, she walked towards the bar and sat on the nearest bar stool, crossing her legs and leaning forward with her arms folded on the bar. “Hey, babe.” 

JULIETTE: Someone's going to die.

     it was supposed to be boring. it was nothing more than a routine trade off for supplies and goods. there were only a scattering of guards and lookouts mulling around tonight, and sawyer shifted uncomfortably in his spot next to the boss. it had been hours of waiting, and he was ready to leave. finally, he recieved the instruction to go get the briefcase from the car and return with it, which he was glad to do. it beat all the standing and waiting, anyways.      he had barely turned towards the car when the warning scream rang out --- “COPS!” --- and then the mayhem began. he reacted on instinct, immediately dropping behind the nearest crate and roughly grabbing his boss out of the line of fire. “the car’s out back --- get there and GO.” he can practically feel the rage radiating off his boss at having his work challenged, but sawyer isn’t focused on that. instead, he shoves the older man ahead of him, making sure they’re low and as out of sight as possible. bullets still fly past from all sides, and he grits his teeth as he ducks lower. he’s oddly numb; his entire being is so focused on getting outside and to that car that he doesn’t leave room for fear or panic.      he had finally made it --- finally shoved his boss out the door before exiting himself when a body collides with the older man in front of him. sawyer’s able to react quickly, grabbing the cop’s shirt and yanking him harshly and grappling for control with him. it’s all so fast and quick, and he can barely see beyond trying to get a few good swings in between the ones that connect with his own body. he’s able to shove the pair far enough away so that his boss can escape, and gives a final push to the other male so that he hits the back alley wall, and allows sawyer enough room to grab his gun from his waistband. it’s all a matter of seconds --- the movements are automatic, and he’s able to raise the weapon to push against his opponent’s chest. it’s a checkmate --- all he has to do now is one, small motion with the trigger and it’s game over. but the small motion has huge consequences; big enough ones that he finds himself hesitating. it’s within those last few, precious seconds that he makes the critical mistake of looking, gaze moving up to finally look at who’s life is in his hands.      the autopilot falters as he finds a familiar pair of eyes staring back at him. “what the FUCK are you doing here?” it’s the only thing he can think to say while the adrenaline still races through his body. he lessens the pressure of the gun against his chest, though keeps it there in a moment of doubt. sawyer’s distracted though, undoubtedly, as the fight or flight instinct struggles with what to do with this curve ball.

Juliette: I think I have the flu or something