@stingslikeabee Asked : ‘ why are you bleeding? ’ (guess the muse :3)
𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 | Always Accepting~
He stumbles into the Inn clutching at his side, suit stained with thick crimson; a dew that leaves droplets in his wake. Fingers strain atop the wound, teeth are clenched, if pain had any form - it’s the gaping hole in his side, a wound caused by stab after stab. Some junkie fuck of the Don’s gang that had decided to go feral for a fix.
Lautrec had been callous, short-sighted. Truth be told, he’d been high.
Lautrec falls in a slump beside his queen, blood falling from parted lips as he begs for forgiveness. He wont die - for her he’d never die, but he is bleeding heavily and not only does he ruin the décor of his surroundings but he also stains her pretty dress.
“Goddess-”
red splutters from his lips
“my a-a-apologies-”
it’s hard not to choke on the taste of metal that swirls up his throat and around his mouth
“I was careless-”