@soulsuckrrs continued from x
Mark wasn’t the type to use his fists to solve issues, he’d much rather get revenge in much longer-lasting ways. He wasn’t going to judge the other for dealing with conflict in the way he felt was most appropriate, but it certainly made more of a mess than a well-timed curse or a spell. He grumbled as he rose from his spot in the corner of Lance’s couch and moved to run some hot water over a hand towel. Between complaints about Lance needing to come home in one piece, he muttered a prayer over his breath before pressing it gently to the Irishman’s face. “What if he would have had a pocketknife? Or a gun?”
















