#eadala

Strangely enough, he felt like it wasn’t the first time that death showed herself to him in the form of a very nice pair of strong thighs. It might not be the most common way to die, but for him throughout the timelines, it certainly seemed to be some sort of trend ( if something that happened to you TWICE could be called that ). If destiny wanted him to choke between the legs of powerful women, then so be it. He figured there were worse ways to go anyway. Like being shot in the eye, that was simply tasteless and dreadful compared to two toned legs holding down his head in place just as efficiently as a vise grip. Hey, at least that was pretty hot. It wasn’t his first rodeo between those two particular thighs and hopefully it wouldn’t be the last one quite yet. He was still ready to fucking be laid to rest exactly like that anyway. Eye locked in with amber ones and between two breathless grunts, Kano managed to whisper what would make for truly some glorious last word if she so decided to snap his neck ( which she probably should if she followed any sort of logic, but gods know she didn’t. Weirdo. ).

Aight. Bet. 

send me a ship and one of these and i’ll write a mini fic || SELECTIVE.

Things you said after it was over.

There was a slow puff of a cigarette, smoke rising up in the air.  Nicotine and blood never did make a nice scent but it worked for someone like Kano. She preferred the smell of something sweet, a cake, rising in the oven. Caramelized sugar, a delicious flavor on her tongue.

But right now, she’ll have to stomach this, until assistance arrived. Her body leaned against a wall, a tiny branch of red sliding down the side of her face, a deep purple raising underneath her left eye. She seemed to be in excellent condition, the minor injuries on her body aside. Kano, however, was a bit worse for wear. 

His nose was bleeding, his chest heaved up and down as there was a few shallow slices of flesh, weeping the red matching the Medjai’s lipstick. His hands, bound with metal cuffs. He was always one to say how he could break her, the little BITCH. But here she was, standing and still looking like she can snap you in half while still looking like a goddess. 

This chase was more excellent, to finally end Kano’s ring of fight klubs, of gun trading. It was finished. As was their … other moments alone. Of blood and bitten lips and scratched skin and vile words spewed at each other. 

“Oh, habibi.” Khadija clicked her tongue, observing the next scene through dark chocolate irises.  Special Forces putting him in a transport, the cybernetic eye glowing with malice as he turned his head to her. He always despised losing. 

Manhandling symbol starters || OPEN 

“You son of a BITCH!”

Jacqui was on Kano in seconds, hitting him with her hyper knee and then her move lovingly dubbed “Danger Zone.” Kicking him twice in the face, locking her  calf around his neck and bringing him to the floor before bringing her foot up and slamming it down on his head. 

“You’re a motherfucking DEAD MAN!” She exclaimed, kicking him onto his back  so she could wrap her hands around his throat. Her hands squeezed with an undeniable intent, Jacqueline Sonya Briggs was here for the kill and she would not be denied. 

Or so she thought. 

Just as she was getting to the fun part, a hand smack at her own but she didn’t relent. When it was made clear that she wouldn’t back down, Jacqui was grabbed by the shoulder and practically thrown off of him. With an anger hot enough to melt steel, the Sergeant turned to her supposed “ally.”