you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous.
injury themed prompts
Shattered porcelain lies at Carmilla’s feet, pristine shards stark against the rich spill of coffee pooling dark upon polished floors. Her secretary lingers anxiously near the doorway, hurried apologies murmured softly for neglecting to announce Maestro’s unexpected arrival, though Carmilla merely waves her uninjured hand in silent dismissal. She inspects the thin line of crimson unfurling along her palm, the mild sting already ebbing beneath the warmth of magic beginning to knit together parted skin.
Ivory hues lift slowly to meet the deer’s gaze, one elegant brow arching upward as her lips curl into a wry smile. “I see your definition of dangerous grows increasingly generous,” she remarks mildly, reaching for a neatly folded cloth upon the desk. She presses it gently to her palm, watching white fabric darken with crimson as the healing fully sets in. “I was unaware coffee now warranted such concern.”
Composed once more, Carmilla straightens her posture and regards the other Overlord, a faint note of humor lingering in the softened lines of her features; their camaraderie is one born of mutual respect, and she allows herself the smallest indulgence of amusement. “Though if you insist upon arriving unannounced, Maestro, I suggest you brace yourself for far more harrowing sights,” she pauses, a hint of a tease touching her eyes, “perhaps even a papercut next time.”
