❝ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃. ❞ that's a lie , uttered through gritted teeth. her lips have taken a sickly color , fading into a white so pale it's almost green , and the shade is shared by the skin of her face. the room taunts her : it moves and moves and moves around , a never stopping ride that increases the thudding inside her head. HOW BAD IS THE DAMAGE ? she surely has a sprained ankle , a couple of broken ribs and more than one bruise —— add to that the ichor and blood / she does not paint a pretty picture.
𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 , she's able to raise her eyelids , blue gaze sharp in its quest to hide the pain. it focuses on gabriel , on his angular features and worried expression , trying ( and certainly failing ! ) to act as if the iratze engraved on her arm has brought her more than the mere closing of superficial wounds. ❝ a few more demons than the usual amount decided to pay us a visit tonight , but it was nothing i couldn't handle. ❞ by the angel , it hurts to talk. she manages to gift him a confident smirk , however it soon turns into a grimace. ❝ it was quite entertaining , actually. ❞
for @gloriamvinctum !
