❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃, ❞ she mutters dryly. categorically, tending to open wounds in the bathroom of a pub isn’t the most 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚈 way to spend one’s evening, particularly if the pub’s latest health inspection had been a point of contention. a victim of circumstance : 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝙾, 𝙰𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂.
head angled before the mirror, she gingerly examines the split skin above her brow, the bright poppy of her blood catching the dim glow of light overhead. ❝ i had an ------ altercation. you think i’ll need stitches? ❞
“ 𝚆𝙷𝚈 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 ? ” : @elaktra











