heircurse: " let's get you cleaned up. " from here ( accepting! )
eyes nearly roll back into her head with the shift in motion, almost, injured whine leaving blend as the change in position sends sharp reminders of her near gouged arm that hangs limb next to her—- it hadn’t been her intention, had been far from her plan actually, to turn up at @heircurse’s doorstep practically haemorrhaging and staining the couture carpets a new shade of red. teeth are gritted against the whimper that escapes her before blood crusted crescents smooth into a wobbly smile, head lolling against his own as gore caked hand reaches for his own hand—- hand so soft, so gentle it makes her want to weep when it brushes sweat plastered tresses away from her waning eyes, ❛ —-if y’mean a shower, which—- how dare you, I’m only going if you’re joining me angel eyes. ❜