♢ ♢ ♢ starter for @humanetic
YOU DON’T WANT HIM TO SEE YOU --- not like this. it’s easier not to be percieved when you’re exhausted and sore, when every muscle in your body ( at least the ones you can still call your O W N ) is aching and the pain that ripped through you not so long ago is seeping downwards into your core. the tear of flesh over your shoulder should be nothing of note, but the angle is making it tough to get to and your patience is beginning to wear thin. a small part of your feels envious for a moment as your dark eyes scan him, narrowing for a moment, trying to reach for and bat away any pity that comes in your direction -- but he stands firm, simply watching - watching with a sort of hungry curiosity that ruminates within you for a moment ( and makes you wish it wasn’t your poor needle work he was focusing on --- )
❝ ----- could you pass me the synthonol wipes ? ❞ your words stir through the quiet in the room with a request so pedestrian it makes your toes curl, letting out an irritated sigh as your fingers miss the needle again. ❝ no matter how many times i have to do this it never gets any easier ❞
















