Meme: Whump Starters Status: Open URL: @hadncchoice
“No shoi’te.”
It’s groaned deep in his throat, almost in his chest. A hand pressed around the hilt of the blade in his middle. that had found home there heart beats before. Luka having stepped purposefully in the way to shield the boy from it. And the immortal had run for as long as he could before the blood loss had started to get to him...or the burning he can feel in his veins.
A few solid blinks, trying to think through the pain, up until his legs give out completely. THe small giant sliding down the near by wall and landing in a heap. It’s been a while since he was stabbed. Mostly because when you’re so often surrounded by wizards and witches as apposed to muggles, knives aren’t generally the go to weapons. So truthfully it’s a bit of a shock to his system, above and beyond actually being stabbed.
Precious seconds until another bout of coughing ceases and he’s managing a grip on the hilt. A breath taken and held before he’s all but yanking the damn thing out. Tossing it away to sizzle and hiss with the poison it had been laced with, Luka spitting out a little more red onto the floor.
“Keep ye head down, boy. Dunna d’ink d’at blade were bein’ meant fer me.”
Another bought of coughing. Another splatter of red.
“Ye be needin’ ta go, lad....”
“...now.”
