@iskariotes I literally am writing you a random starter here you go enjoy.
❝ You are easily one of the most stubborn people that I’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting, ❞ the vampire gives a rather forceful grunt with an equally as forceful push upon the other’s torso. The opposing male being man-handled is forced up against the wall, slouching as he bleeds profusely from a gaping wound on his arm. A soft noise is then given as the other desperately struggles to fight against the stronger being ( foolish, stop resisting already ), the beginnings of fear creeping up from the depths of his mind, wondering just what the blood sucker before him was going to do.
He wears a rather modest expression, the brunet does. Crimson eyes honing in on the deep red that spills from body to ground -- the result of a very deadly battle. Luckily, this injury is the ONLY injury that the Lieutenant Colonel possessed and he should be grateful that it wasn’t anything more severe-- like losing an entire limb. Still, no matter how “minor” it was or how “major” it could’ve been, that doesn’t stop the blood sucker from cornering the other and forcing him onto the ground to get a better look.
A hand reaches out to grab the wounded limb and Anthony begins to examine it closely after setting his weapon propped up against the wall. Quickly, he begins to see just how much damage was done to the other, and even if he didn’t want to admit it in the slightest, the vampire knew that receiving such a blow like that must’ve caused immense pain. The thought of that causes him to frown, more so because he knows for a fact that Guren is trying to suppress just much pain he is in.
-- Do not lie to him and swallow your pain. Swallow your pride instead.
❝ Would you quit moving for five minutes? ❞ His grip tightens around the other and yanks the arm back out towards him, ❝ If you seriously think that I’m going to hurt you now of all times, then you are more delusional than I initially thought you were... ❞ he huffs before taking another couple of moments to observe, only to slowly release his grip on the other and reach into one of the many pockets he had in his outfit.
❝ Don’t move, ❞ he commands, ❝ This won’t take but a couple of minutes, ❞ voice falls into something of a calm, hushed tone, completely unlike the playful and joking voice that he was so used to annoying Guren with. Anthony realizes that he doesn’t show this side of himself too often -- and for good reason too, -- but desperate times call for desperate measures he supposes.
It isn’t until he pulls out a needle and thread does he forcefully take hold of the other’s arm again, the intent to suture the wound now incredibly obvious, ❝ Was a simple scratch not enough for you? Did you really need to go the extra mile for a “Battle Scar” ? ❞ He gives a slight chuckle before looking up and locking eyes with the other, ❝ This is only to hold you over until we get you back somewhere safe. ❞