I've seen worse. I've also seen men die from worse, so let me look at it.
( @highstakcs )
BLOOD ON YOUR SLEEVE, accepting; @highstakcs.
❝ nuh... leave it, 's okay... ❞ she garbles uselessly, feathery curls crumpled and strewn about her, spilling onto the barside table where she half laid. tired, so tired, didn't want to burden him. she could sleep here... yeah, sleep, that'd be nice wouldn't it? dreams instead of night terrors, butterflies and the sun sinking into the glimmering ocean, dark shifting tides unfurling an ancient horror she knew by name; her silly baby, her scaley beast of the deep, her leviathan. she missed him. how long had it been since she'd gone to visit? she should do that soon... yeah, she'd see him in her sleep, fluffy clouds on the horizon, and they'd go... together...
her limbs feel fuzzy, dark splotches crowding her vision, she doesn't like that, isn't sure why, reminds her of the shrouded figures of night which haunt her, and she doesn't── her head tips up, numb fingers accommodating the shift, and she catches husk. a strained smile tugging at her, ichor staining the skin of her cheek and mouth in its' rich glow; dried amber and the splutter cough of an unattended, festering, wound choking up fresh metallic to spill from her lips and coat her tangled hair, gleaming red.
husk... husk, he's safe isn't he? she can make out the tip of his hat and those absurd eyebrows she wants to reach out and touch, tries. shaking fingers decorating the fur of his cheek, like spiderwebs, slipping. she'd be okay soon.
❝ heh... ang── guh, angelic... spearrh... wasn't quick enough── y'r brows are so stupid... ❞ she laughs, painful, wheezing.
❝ 'm not gonna die, want to though. ❞ a slip of the tongue, her truth, mumbled and hushed. hoped he couldn't hear it under her gurgles, she'd kick herself for it later.