" I am the sea, and nobody owns me. "
Born with a gift that's seen as a curse, a young woman must try to regain some kind of normalcy in a world that sees her as a monster.
Suicide Squad | Sunny Scribbles 2023
Bloodsport| Robert DuBois| Mature Rating
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Another spicy update🌶🌶 More smut in this chapter, like really gritty stuff ahead, and then it cleans up a bit, so you've been warned.
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A putrid swell was rolling in, bringing with it a salty aftertaste that would damage most of the coastline and immobilize the port for nearly a week thereafter. The dark sky held firm as the late afternoon sun was shielded by the blockade of storm clouds, and the only two people out in the hurricane would soon be swept away if they remained outside.
Amila's smile was gleaming, her full grin in the grit of the storm was borderline psychotic. Robert's outlook was less enthusiastic, as the officer could barely keep his footing while pushing against the high winds and rain that felt like pellets breaking against his skin. The docks that they'd run past earlier had begun to loosen and break with the harsh waves, the water washing up past the pier and onto the walkway and pavement, greedily grabbing at anything so it could pull it out to sea. Amila kept the waves at arm's length, taking a little pleasure with how much the grown man behind her was struggling.
The door to Amila's apartment closed hard, Robert let his full weight rest against its back as he struggled against the gale-force winds. The power had gone out so Amila rushed around her home in the dark, starting a small fire in the woodstove and lighting a few candles. Robert shook the cold off him, patting himself down with a small towel Amila had given him and walked into her living room. Amila's home, like Robert's, was relatively empty, however, the items she did have were sentimental. He'd picked up a small photo frame and looked at Amila questioningly.
" Red hair? "
His thick accent made her wince a smile, and she turned to see what he was holding.
" That's my father, " Amila spoke nonchalantly, her eyes matching his for a moment.
" Pretty broad must be your mum, " Robert's eyes baited between her and the picture.
" Yeah, she was an aquatic researcher, she met my dad overseas. "
