Jᴏʀɢ & Mᴀʀɪᴇ || Bʀᴏᴋᴇɴ & Bʀᴜɪsᴇᴅ
indefinablestrength
The look that could kill had no affect on Marie. She approaches him and she dabs at his face to clean the blood off, “how did you get in this mess in the first place? You’re always fighting, Jorg.” Of course she was worried. She had every right to be.
He winced under her touch, sliding a hand to catch her wrist. In recent years he had become much more hostile towards her -- towards everyone. He caught her wrist after she’d dabbed his face and was quick to let go, pushing it a little.
“I’m fecking fine just -- “ He gave a wince and a cough came next, buckling over as he felt like he’d throw up. That knight sure had given him a huge ass kicking. Then again, Jorg also speared the man in half... But it still didn’t seem fair.