“Okay listen, I know this seems bad, but I promise, it’s not what it looks like,” Tyde urged, holding up a blood covered hand as he spoke. A show of surrender or Tyde trying to keep his boyfriend calm… Castor wasn’t entirely sure.
All he knew was that he’d found Tyde covered in blood and holding a—now discarded—dagger hidden away in a store room. It was the smile that sent Castor’s eyes narrowing in suspicion. That smile… so carefree and seemingly innocent and so… so very much Tyde. Look at me, nothings wrong! See!
“Really?” Castor started, his brow knitted together as he tried to make sense of the situation. His boyfriend… covered in blood. Castor would think he was injured if not for the fact that he was nearly covered in the substance. Once white tunic stained scarlet. It was even smeared across his face. “Because it looks like you just murdered someone… and that you’re going to have a hard time hiding it.”
“Yeah! See! Not at all what it looks like then,” Tyde said, a weak grin overtaking his features. “I was actually stabbed! You should probably catch me before I pass out.”