PSL for devozione
Apr. 6th, 2021 12:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stillthrillsmeJoe closes the door and locks it, hesitating for a second before he grabs a chair and jams it under the door handle. There. No-one is getting in for a while and it's just Nicolo and him, as it should be.
He leans against the wall, his shoulders slumping a little in exhaustion, and watches Nicky. Nicky, who still has blood on his face and unidentified goop in his hair. Nicky, whose shirt is torn by multiple bullet holes and whose eyes are still too wide, too sharp. Nicky, who was tortured for hours by a mad scientist after their own brother sold them out to a pharmaceutical company.
Joe can feel his anger ignite in the pit of his stomach again, rising up from his chest to his head like a searing wave, making his eyebrows furrow and his eyes go dark and flat. It's lucky for Booker that Andy forcibly separated them and took him in. Joe is not a man who delights in violence, but he thinks he would make an exception just this once.
Pushing away from the wall he steps closer, reaching out to rub at a spot of dried blood on Nicky's jaw. It doesn't budge. He stares at it helplessly, looking up to meet Nicky's eyes. "Shower?" he offers, quietly.
He leans against the wall, his shoulders slumping a little in exhaustion, and watches Nicky. Nicky, who still has blood on his face and unidentified goop in his hair. Nicky, whose shirt is torn by multiple bullet holes and whose eyes are still too wide, too sharp. Nicky, who was tortured for hours by a mad scientist after their own brother sold them out to a pharmaceutical company.
Joe can feel his anger ignite in the pit of his stomach again, rising up from his chest to his head like a searing wave, making his eyebrows furrow and his eyes go dark and flat. It's lucky for Booker that Andy forcibly separated them and took him in. Joe is not a man who delights in violence, but he thinks he would make an exception just this once.
Pushing away from the wall he steps closer, reaching out to rub at a spot of dried blood on Nicky's jaw. It doesn't budge. He stares at it helplessly, looking up to meet Nicky's eyes. "Shower?" he offers, quietly.
