#princeofharad

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“It’s blood, yeah.”

            ⎝♕⎞ ;; ―                           eyes narrow minutely, crest of lashes casting                    half - moon shadows over euclase irises. fingers                    twitch, want to reach out and pull through the                     crimson stain, but he refrains, curling them into                    his palm.                            ”Is it yours, then?“                            word thin and low -- subtle exasperation that                     braids  through clipped syllables. lips twitch at the                    corner, pull slightly in allusion to a frown reflected                     in gemstone oculars.