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   Crimson spectacles cast a bloody vision for those piercing orbs, the    empty room provides her a moment to ease those tense muscles, to    lower that raised chin for just a moment... ONLY a moment, however.

   The older woman seats herself within the break room, one leg crossed    over the other, as a plastic bag is set upon the table. Once she has    herself situated... A flick of one of her fingers & suddenly the coffee    machine WHIRRS to life as a mug is placed nearby once it is properly    brewed.

          ❛             ah - ! christ , woman , what the devil do you have in that bottle ?!            ❜          jamie was no stranger to pain , but still , the concoction she poured over the wound on his shoulder burned so deep into the meat of his muscle he swore he saw stars. he flinched , drawing his limb instinctually closer , before throwing her an exasperated glance.          ❛             it was redcoats , sassanach. who else would bother ?            ❜          they'd been ambushed a town over , he & dougal. while his uncle escaped with mild scrapes , jamie bore the brunt of what was a fortunate blowback of the englishman's pistol. it had exploded in his hands , though the buckshot tore through jamie's skin , leaving him a lot more bloody than he would like.

still , claire's hands were gentle , feverish in their need to hunt for a worse area of the wound , though careful as to not anger the pain further. whatever she'd splashed on him still stung , leaving the scotsman to exhale a quivering pant through his teeth , reaching out his good hand to touch the woman's wrist , running his thumb across her pulse & searching her face with a hunger that seemed to gnaw at him from the inside out. he loved it when she looked at him.          ❛             i'm fine. truly. i dinna ken what might've happened if that soldier had fired proper , but .. m' alright , lass.            ❜          

the trickster, too, found himself slightly out of breath from their sparring, and the gentle but firm weight of the warrior on top of him wasn't helping. sharp green eyes flickered over fandral's face briefly, as the corners of his lips twitched upwards into a cheeky smirk.

" the rules only apply if they work in my favour. " he practically purrs in response before, quick as a flash, loki moves. with a sharp twist of his hips and a sudden bridge upwards, he hoped the surprise would be enough to reverse their positions and pin fandral in his stead.

@cleaverxfever asked: "only. god. can. judge. me."

Dispatch || Accepting !!

        ❝ Eh, false. I am currently judgin' you. ❞

   Thugs. Commonplace, low-life, scum-sucking, thrill-seeking troublemakers    that make up her day-to-day as a Nova Knight. Street-level nonsense was    her PREFERRED rodeo, low-level stakes that aided the public & lessened    the burden on those padded shoulders.

        ❝ Look, it's just me here this time. Believe it or not; I'm            more lax than the rest of the Force. ❞

   N.O.V.A. pipes up in her helmet, urging caution & to think before making    a decision that might end up with her making a mistake. However, she    opts to ignore her mentor... For NOW.