The magister's secret

This outfit was made for Whispers Agents.

“Hm...?” Lea hadn’t been expecting a reply from Corbin, let alone the amount of concern that was in his lover’s voice. The sylvari wasn’t even sure he had commented on his cut out loud. Apparently he did, however. “Hm?” he expressed weakly again, watching the other man as he sat him up so gently, with so much care. Lea smiled then, and cozied up to his ever so doting human. He held his wrist out for the other. It was a small cut closer to his hand, across one of the folds of his skin. Lea showed no signs of being in pain - in fact, he’d argue the tingling sensations of his skin being exposed to the air after spending so much time under wraps and ropes was a bit more uncomfortable. He stretched his wrist out to allow Corbin a closer look at the cut. Besides the middle bit still slowly oozing bright amber, the rest had already dried over. The blood that did pool was an insignificant amount and stayed trapped within the various creases and lines of his skin. “Don’t look so worried. I just tried to move around too much near the end, there,” Lea tried to reassure, though he knew Corbin would take it upon himself anyways. Still, it was nice to be worried over like this sometimes.

Holy shit, how many dogs do you have?