#(m: marcella liviana antonius)

[tacticalvalor]

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@arcanumsolitude SAID:

"come on, i’ll bandage you up." courier six -> mars

SPONTANEOUS INTERACTION (OR A POTENTIAL PROMPT; I CAN'T SEARCH ON MOBILE ^^;)

There was a deep wound both within the Legionnaire's body and her pride. The sense that she be stranded, unable to help herself to her feet, only to be found by the Courier. The one who had earned the privilege of whispers amongst the ranks. The privilege—or perhaps curse—of Vulpes and Caesar's eyes upon them.

That sense of shame only deepened at the realization of her entire life's work being put at risk with the tending of her wounds. The only one who had known Mars was a woman was the spymaster himself.

He had found out, humorously, through similar circumstances. An all too revealing wound that, even when within the privacy of the abandoned bathroom, could not escape the cold gaze of Caesar's right hand.

Still, it was not like a defense could be made. Breaths grew raspy with each attempt to reach the abandoned weapon just beside her. Light eyes narrowed, brows knitting closely together as the mask upon her nose began to fall. Her questions could wait, she supposed.

"... Very well. If you—" a pained noise. The clenching of her jaw. "—If you truly must."