› @shearise : patch . help my muse patch up a wound .
𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁, face hung low as she works gently, cleaning the wound above his eyebrow. it wasn’t too bad, really, and he had insisted that too. it was just a scratch, a rouge piece of rebar had jumped out to scratch him while he was defending some of his people on a supply run, he was more worried about them surviving than himself. ❝ ye ain’t got to do this, y’know? jus’ a little scratch is all. ❞ words are soft but accent is still thick, just like it was the day they’d first met all that time ago on the farm. ❝ i’ll be fine, maggie--- if ya wanna help go check on iggy, the boy was pretty shaken up by that thing. ❞ finally brown eyes look up, making eye contact with her. ❝ please... just go, i’m fine, i promise. ❞







