" If you would stop moving, I can fix your damn wound. don't make me bite you" // rip idk i just wanted to send something
THE VERY IDEA of a fairy helping him, a god– a god killer out, was just ludicrous. ridiculous. unreal. always such do-gooders. it was sickening. repulsive, even. and yet, he hardly bared his teeth. only remained silent, like the evening night. the threat of a bite did cause a snort to come forth from the god.
as if that would be enough to stop him from fidgeting. still, he remained as rigid as he could. despite the hard stinging from the wound as she disinfected it. damn irritating. both the woman and the wound. such a mortal injury. it was insulting. humiliating. discouraging.
❝ yeah, yeah– hurry up will ya? don’t want your paws all over me. doesn’t even hurt anymore. ❞
all thanks to her quick aid. not that he would address it in the open. much less thank her for it.











