#faxaerius

[the-red-exorcist]

[MSG:] You owe me a new pair of boots, bitch.

text message starters: part 14 || meme

[text]: you wear boots??

[text]: since when??

[noctispostmortem-blog]

@faxaerius || Continued from here [x]

This was the furthest from what Shiori had expected when she had gone out tonight. It was supposed to be a normal night, yet here she was kneeling next to a total stranger who looked as if he’d been to hell and back. He was so young, though she appeared barely a few years older than him, the actual difference was great and she couldn’t help but wonder just what had happened to him, who had done this to him. A cold hand was placed on his shoulder, gently as the last thing she actually wanted was to cause him more pain. “You can’t actually expect me to just leave you here like this, can you?” A dark brow had risen with her words, coffee stained eyes trailing over him in an attempt to measure the amount of damage that he actually had. Though she knew that it was safe to assume that he was far more wounded on the inside than anywhere else.

His scent alone was enough to tell her he wasn’t quite human, though as to what he was, she couldn’t truly be sure. It wasn’t very often she came across someone who wasn’t either a vampire like her or a normal mortal. Even then, she was having a rather rough time keeping herself composed. The scent of his blood, human or not, was still enough to cause her throat to run dry and her thirst to return. Her brown eyes darkened at the thought, hating everything about what she was, especially when it came to something like this. He needed help and all she could think about was the blood that was running from his wounds. “What happened to you? I can take you somewhere, to a hospital or something to get those wounds tended to but you’ll have to stay awake for me, okay? Don’t fall asleep, whatever you do.”