Jul 2, 2021
WHERE: a bench somewhere WHEN: early morning WITH @mischiefmaxed
Bishan held the once-cold cloth against his chin and cheek, hiding only one of the few bruises he’d received in his fight with his half-brother. Given their history, this was a very familiar amount, just a few to remember the fight by, to remember being set in their place.
He looked around - the movement drawing a grunt out of him - when he saw a shadow approach, the sun at his back. “Best not to ask,” he told Max.