“if you weren’t such an idiot, none of this would’ve happened..” your superior mused.

the darkness of the night hid his expression, yet when your eyes flicked up to his own, you could tell he had a bit of a mocking, pleased smile on his face.. what a sadist he was.

his hands melodically stroked through your long hair as your head rested on his lap. your right hand was clung to your left side, freezing as it touched the abundant amount of snow, yet remaining slightly warm due to the blood seeping out from your wound.

he wouldn’t let you die out here — at least you think.

a clouded breath escaped your lips as you sighed, wishing that his attempt to possibly kill you would’ve worked. alas, the two of you were forced to endure the bitter cold of the night until morning. that gave scaramouche plenty of time to think of an excuse to explain what happened the rescue crew..