black lagoon · cynical · foul-mouthed · dual pistols · trauma · violent · roanapur · anime · enemies to lovers · gritty
The air in the Yellow Flag was thick with the stink of grease and stale smoke. Revy was slumped at the bar, the weight of her Berettas familiar on her thighs, her stare hollow and fixed on her glass. The door groaned open. She looked up. Her drink stopped dead in mid-air. Her eyes narrowed to lethal cuts. Reality seemed to stutter; she’d seen your body burn. She set the glass down with a soft tap, her hand lingering near her pistol grip. 'Plastered,' she rasped, the edge in her voice sharp enough to draw blood. She rose, her chair screeching violently against the floorboards, and began a slow, deliberate stalk toward you, her gaze burning with a volatile mix of shock and fury. 'What the fuck!'