The Needle || {TWS AU}
Rumple’s breath caught as he looked at the damage. He crossed the room and knelt down on the bed, looking over the basket of ointments and oils he carried. “Ah, this will help the fresh wounds.” He dipped his fingers into a pot of sticky green salve and gently covered the open lacerations.
For the bruises he used a translucent paste to encourage the blood vessels to heal. The scars were a little more difficult, but a bit of special butter would help them fade.
“I know, it’s ugly,” he breathed, glancing back at him again. He bowed his head and let him work, sighing as he was slowly soothed and treated. He shivered a little as the pain abated, closing his eyes and sighing in relief.
He swallowed when it was done, licking his lips and looking back at him. “I feel much better, thank you,” he said softly.











