who: @wickedxhell ft. monty where: osaerin's abyssÂ
The plan was simple â get the last ingredients on the list, and call it a day. She had nearly everything, yarrow for inflammation, goldenseal root for infection, and calendula for the healing itself. The list was clutched in her hand, ink smeared slightly at the edges from sweat and the damp press of her fingers. Aylin was stubborn about it, not wanting to use any of the antiseptics on herself when so many others, with more serious injuries than hers, could use it. She opted for the more traditional route, the vampire bite, after all, wasn't going to take forever to heal. Not with the right ornaments. The stitching itself had helped, but she still wanted to make sure there was no room for any infections. The bite was still raw beneath the gauze, tugging painfully every time she turned her head.
She turned too fast. The stall behind her curved inward, and before she could register the shift in space, she collided with someone â tall, steady, too close. A sharp inhale caught in her throat, her hand flying to the base of her neck like instinct, making sure to protect her wound. She froze. Just for a second. Monty. Standing there, looking at her with those dark eyes, and for a moment, it was like she had never left that room. She wasn't scared of him, no, but with everything lately, Aylin couldn't help but be more jumpy than usual. âI almost elbowed you in the ribs.â she murmured, a lie, âI thought your nose hated places with so many herbs. â











