#slow dance.

@mixneptune

“What are you doing here?” Of course her first words to Jinah aren’t of gratitude, especially because she just saved her life. She had it. Totally. Someone was trying to send a message to Neptune, so they sent a hit-man after her. She had done a good job of evading them, staying on the move and covering up her tracks. Guess she got sloppy, she’d blame it on how tired she was. Her brain was on overdrive from being on a constant high alert, figures it would lag eventually.

They catch her off guard, her movements too slow to do any good. However, something tells Qian that even if she was at her 100%, the end would be just the same. Her bloodied and bruises starting to form and they stand above her, gun pointed at her head. She closes her eyes, waiting for the shot, ready to finally be at rest. A shame that it doesn’t happen. Instead a new person appears and dispatches her assailant. Qian isn’t sure what feeling bubbles, either disappointment or relief, but it’s gone once she sees who exactly saved her. “You know, I figured you’d be the one of the many people who’d like to see me dead.” Moving hurts, but it doesn’t stop her from trying to stand, too bad her arm gives out almost immediately. Her hand forms a fist in frustration, it’s pathetic. This whole thing is.

the crack of the masked assailant’s neck feels good. it’s satisfying, but not because she’s protected someone in the process. the lifeless body drops down but she nudges it sideways, and it plops to the ground. she doesn’t know who it is, and she doesn’t need to know who it is, but she nudges the corpse away with her foot even more. when she looks down at qian, there is a whole abundance of nothing in her face. this is the look of someone who’s been doing this for a while. “i’d like to kill you myself. i’d hate to be beaten to the punch.”