Aug 17, 2020
“You shot me!” (For Uncle Marcus, blunt arrows or not with these two it's bound to happen eventually)
“I’m sorry,” Marcus’ golden eyes widened a little in concern; sometimes he could be a little careless around her when he knew better. “I’m sorry, Adora, I didn’t mean to. Are you alright?” He moved a little closer to her and couldn’t see anything indicating she was hurt but he knew if his niece’s skin broke and she bled even a little bit, then she could get ill again and he didn’t want that for her at all.