@tasuiso / continued from that Thing (tm)
he has seen his fair share of blood, most often his own, but there’s something about it that still makes his stomach roil every time. bright and vivid, a violent splash of color that drips in steady stream to the floor, and even then, even now, they are still baring their teeth at each other.
he likes to think his bedside manner is well-practiced. he has tended all manner of scrapes and injuries, most often lumine’s ( a dim light through a window; his sister’s laugh soft and mocking; i don’t have to listen to you, you aren’t a medic ). he bites down on the memory like it’s something grisly and gruesome, and reaches for the commissioner. tucks an arm beneath her’s in support. this is the closest they’ve been, in more ways than one. when it is not their bodies keeping distance, it’s their words.
and now, they scarcely have even that. worry curls tight and hot in his chest like a brand.
“ i won’t tell her. “ the tips of his fingers are bloody, gleaming red in the faint glow of the runes. he stares at them a moment too long and swallows, throat working, grip tightening against ayato’s side. “ just – you’ve lost a lot of blood. come on. “