' you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ' for shiloh
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↻ @cerynitiis : FT. SHILOH.
you fucking idiot. not the first time he's gotten those words thrown in his face, especially not by her. they are as familiar as breathing and it does little to rise him the way it used to, and the only reason that he doesn't meet them with the usual cold glare is because it's her. not a lot of people have that kind of luxury when face to face with him on the company dime.
you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. eyebrow quirks after the words fall in some attempt at a scolding. the wounds over him caused by said hit has long since healed, the only reminder being the holes it tore in one of his favorite shirts and traces of crimson where the bullets had barely pierced his skin. emphasis on barely.
she still doesn't get it, does she? this was his fucking job. that is exactly what he was built for, what vought pays him to do: keep their supes out of fucking trouble and from becoming stains on the city pavement. not everyone can be invincible. not all supes are made the same and even shiloh well aware of that. if she took the hit, she would have died. he would have failed. his ass would be on the line and the guilt alone would kill him.
shiloh rolls his eyes as silence fills the space between them, picking a cigarette from the pack in his breast pocket. taps the end against his palm then slides it between his teeth. after a moment, he drags the lighter from his pocket. “ do you have some kind of a fucking death wish or something that i need to be made aware of? ” he strikes it, brings flame to cigarette and breathes in. “ you don't fuckin' get it, do you? if you die out here on my watch, it's my ass. if you had taken those hits, you weren't coming back. and you're not of any use to them, or me, if you're dead. so... just say thank you and forget it. ”