/ drops it like it’s hot ;)

good.   you're going to need stitches for this and the minor laceration over your brow.   i needed to know if you're able to handle a pinch or two.   [ unsurprisingly,   many people have come through the emergency room doors in need of stitches.    a decent amount of them were *terrified* of needles.   she,  of course,    could understand to some degree the fear towards them,   but she was always a little on edge over a potential reactive patient who couldn't keep still or,   worse,  became violent.   she didn't need any surprises tonight but anticipated them anyway.   gloved hands reached for a syringe to irrigate the wound that had long stopped bleeding.   once that was complete,   she picked up the syringe with the local anesthesia and hovered over the site of the wound,   giving him that moment to put on his "big kid" bravery before pricking the skin. ]   how'd you get these nasty cuts anyway?   are you going to tell me or am i going to have to guess?

@lacrymosas !          just a little.    [ the irony not lost to him considering his occupation and the atrocities he witnessed more often than not. rolling his sleeve up to his forearm, he watched the doctor carefully ]      but i can handle it.  big kid and all that. 

@asymstr !          [ no move was made to take the money back, he’d leave it behind as at least a tip. ]     that’s very kind,  thank you.     [ it was common for him to be given free drinks for his performances throughout the bars. he never had the heart to tell anyone he hadn’t had a drink in years, instead allowing someone else to pick it up ]      i suppose it does.  but surely there are other places you could find people of interest and not have to worry about the locales cleanliness. 

first born son to the head of the notoriously dangerous and powerful family in mexico. heir to the family business, one with deep roots in the world of crime. a birthright vigorously stained with the blood of innocents and guilty alike. if asked, however, he would walk away from it in a heartbeat. a devotee of music, longing for a life to sing to his heart’s content. however, after a family tragedy surrounded by the world of music, his father would not allow it. forced into a life of secrecy, performing in small bars and clubs while concealing his identity across the country and dubbed ‘la voz de mexico’ (translation: the voice of mexico). a man with a heart of gold beneath the facade imposed to please his father, enacting all of his cruel and ruthless orders. 

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╱     thank  you  for  your  sacrifice  sabo,  you  will  be  missed

i miss you always, too (we talked again yesterday)

you asked for me?

mi tesoroooo

@trafalgrs    [ there were certain benefits to being second in command of the revolutionary army.  a bountiful amount of information came to sabo at a constant rate.  in this situation,  however,  it seemed like more of a curse than a blessing.  news of blackbeard’s fight with a member of the worst generation had reached him.  it had shaken him to his very core.  more so that blackbeard had apparently beaten the pirate to death.  since he’d heard,  he had interrogated informant after informant for more details on the fight.  / who / had gone down?  sleep evaded him with constant tossing and turning,  tormenting himself during the long hours of the night at the thought of the mysterious death.  he should’ve been there..  shouldn’t have taken on the mission.  
            
            another long day of work mixed with his anxieties,  dark bags settled bellow his eyes.  he was rubbing the skin of the bridge of his nose when the door to his office opened.  all he wanted to do was dismiss them,  seconds away from doing just that when the voice reached his ears.  he all but shot up to his feet and his eyes landed on a terribly injured law. ]   law..  [ the name leaves his lips quieter than he intended.  slowly he walks around his desk and towards the pirate,  brows furrowing together ]   what the hell happened to you?   [ though he could guess what the answer was and his heart dropped to his stomach as realization dawned on him ] 

@meranomis.
                (    gloriosa    remained    absolutely    silent    and    still,    taking    whatever    his    response    would    be    serious.    )    ..    really??    (    she    asked    him    in    genuine    surprise,    voice    cracking    at    how    gentle    yet    honest    he    was    being.    )    they're    not...    horrifying?

@suncarus    ugly?   [ his brows furrow at the question,  immediately dropping the papers he had in his hands onto the desk before walking over to where she stood ]    let’s see..   [ a pause as he cups her face,  tilting it up so he could see her face clearly ]   i think they’ve never looked more beautiful. 

╱     heterochromia  insecurities  </3