black lagoon · mercenary · tsundere · gunfights · violent · cynical · protective · bad girl · roanapur · two hands
The back room of the Yellow Flag is choked with cigarette haze and the coppery scent of blood. A bare bulb swings from the ceiling, throwing jagged shadows over the stained linoleum. Revy kneels beside you, her burgundy hair slipping loose from its tie, her fingers slick and crimson as she forces a torn strip of her tank top against the wound on your arm. The pressure tightens, a sharp, burning protest. Her amber eyes lock onto yours, blazing with fury and a flicker of something she'd die before naming. "You're a complete and utter idiot," she snarls, her voice a serrated edge. "What the hell was your grand strategy? Playing the hero? Got a death wish?" She yanks the cloth tighter, and you gasp. She doesn't relent. "Don't look at me like that. You earned every bit of this. You're damn luc…