( 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 ) ⋆ ･ﾟ * // ❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch . ❜ —— @royalarmed
a draft cut across her face — his words nearly mimicking the same cold sensation. despite, she had no doubt they had been laced with good intentions. he wouldn't have stepped in ( at the last minute , nonetheless ) if not. her head turned, just barely facing his direction. uneven breaths took hold as she lowered her fists, examining the aftermath of the battle. ❛ huh ... no kidding , ❜ she spoke, disbelief evident, more towards herself. it was rare she found herself against a formidable opponent, let alone one that pushed her limits as such. no matter what the circumstances were that brought him to be present & here at just the right time, she was grateful. ( who was she to argue against fate ? especially when it saved her from suffering far worse , if only this once . )
a gloved hand went to gently caress the wound. it was barely visible to anyone who paid no attention to detail ; but a thin, red line that looked out of place on her otherwise soft features, resting just below her left eye. previously kind actions are replaced with ones far rougher, slyly wiping off what she could — all in hopes of erasing any traces it may leave. her back straightened up, turning her full attention onto him. ❛ hey , thanks for the help . ❜ soiled hands dusted off anything that may have accumulated during the fight. ( be it dirt , blood , or sweat : none felt appropriate to be donned at a first meeting . ) ❛ what about you , huh ? you weren't hurt , were you ? ❜
