pointe // grande

                    ╰✠╮There’s a spike in her chest — she feels his fear, anxiety, and the pain he feels at seeing her wounds. Quickly fingers curl in, gently prodding the holes in her flesh to hide them from his sight as she turns to face the tall man, sage hues studying his face. She’s fast to utter a “Sorry,” loud enough for him to hear, tongue running over her teeth as she hears the holy blood continue to drip onto the ground. “It’s nothing, but —” She accepts the handkerchief, nodding graciously and feeling guilty for staining the piece of linen as she wipes up the blood tricking from her hands and down her arms. “Thank you. They won’t get infected but — I’ll wash them regardless.”

                             She didn't need to apologize; if not, it was Timothy who felt sorry for the wound. Well, that wasn't so bad -- that she had accepted his offer at the handkerchief and he was glad that she did so. It would be sad, or otherwise he would feel pathetic if she didn't, but the small action alone made him lift a small percentage of worry in him. Though pretty much, he was still concern about the bleeding in her palm; the one she tried hiding it from him. "That wound looks bad. If you don't mind, I can treat it. We still need to disinfect it" He offered a small smile, his voice came out low and gentle. Timothy brought his attention somewhere else, looking around the area and aah -- " Th-there's a pharmacy there. I can get some stuff to treat that" 

Waves.

                             Waves. But anxious made him sweat and he feels gross

                    ╰✠╮”….” She’s just going to watch her wounds bleed instead of immediately bandaging them up, sage hues intently following the blood trickle from the holes in her palms, wounds which were slowly being gouged out by the Grace within her form. It hurts, indeed it does but it’s nothing she cannot bear.

                            He couldn't help but to panic at the sight of her blood alone. he was no one but a mere stranger to the girl but she was in pain - or she should've be in pain -- because just with the sight of it, Timothy too could feel the a weird tingling sensation in his own palm -- as if his own palm were hurting. Though hesitating and obviously contemplating with himself, he approached her moments after, taking out the white square handkerchief from his back pocket and inching closer to her. "That looks bad umm -- Maybe you should wash it before getting infected?" How would he offer the handkerchief; he wasn't used to be kind towards people, but he'd wanted to help her. 

"…?"

                               awkward smiles and awkward gestures, 

laylas do

then the layla wants to sleep with the toni ///wiggles brows @ ur  gheichou

"…"

and anything possibly largely triggering

進撃の巨人 log 3 by prema-ja 

Yes hello this is the Spire in Dublin. It is 120m tall. I will pay 7 potato to anyone who can shop the colossal titan pole dancing into this picture.

                            He knew all too well that his brain was confusing him especially when there's a bad feeling of not being able to go and getting the tea himself -- minimizing the trouble for the latter in the future (since really, he was so persistent with giving Timothy the tea) and also a contradicting feeling of pulling back. "Give me a minute will you" He knew this was bound to happen -- when the effects of his medication wasn't working well on him anymore due to the everyday use of it and he shut his eyes then inhaling as much as his lungs could inflate before exhaling an amount of air. He did his breathing exercise twice; it helped him with calming himself down and he could feel his head cooling from all the contradicting noises and the such -- -- and then turned his head slightly, looking down at the small innocent figure. "I think I might be fine now. I'm sorry"