#dearpureborn

[doe-eyedmeadowes-blog]

“I’m fine --” she grumbled, her gaze narrowing in on her wounds. She didn’t feel woozy -- meaning, she hadn’t lost too much blood. Her side was the worst -- or it seemed bad. It was the blood that made it look far worst than it actually was. She should have been careful -- she should have known better than to walk at this hour in that neighbourhood. 

[theother-prewett-blog]

He should have owled ahead of time, it was what normal people did but here he was sitting in front of the bloke’s door waiting for him to come home. He had been in the neighbourhood -- it had made sense in his mind and as heard the sound of nearing footsteps, a smirk tugged at his lips. 

“Missed me?”