Wash banging on the bathroom door because Felix has spent an hour getting ready.
"Wash? Am I TOO attractive?"
“Shut up. I need to brush my teeth.”
Wash enticing Felix into the bedroom with dollar bills instead of rose petals.
THAT IS BASICALLY THEIR ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP IN A NUTSHELL THANK YOU FOR THIS
Carolina is not okay. Wash is not okay. The two surviving Freelancers are incredibly fucked up. I need more of them both being fucked up.
there is something wrong with you, blood matted hair and feral eyes; you are not human, you are not boy, you are monster, you are killer, you are survivor.
your bones have long since been stripped from their pedestals, sternum hollowed out and scraped away with the bluntness of genocide and you see naught but the hollowing frames of monsters and guilt locked into your heart
you are fragile fingers reaching out in hunger for food that has long since fled, you are guilt smeared upon the air and heavy in the mouth, bitter and raw does the taste of flesh make, you are the chains wrapped around your wrists and neck, tied like a rabid dog to be shot and you growl at the man who keeps you this way and you revel in his concentrated fear
they keep you locked up tight, chains around your neck like a choke collar and you know you will scar, and you will keep those scars like a memento; someone tried to kill you, and you survived
they feed you, but you know not what, only that it tastes like pork and stretch of kevins ribs and the bitter smell of vulcan flesh sweet in your nose; they laugh as you vomit and you are left in a huddle of your own shame and despair because you. have. failed
something is wrong, and you know not what, but you know whom made you this way
and you’ll hunt him down like a dog.