and he cries, and cries

                “  Well, I bet we’d look pretty outside   ” under co.  tw. blood.

                “  Well, I bet we’d look pretty outside   ” under co.  tw. blood.

i also have a side muse to this blog, going to potentially be a villain soon so if you want a baddy in your life than follow uriel .  going to be working on the sideblog tonight!

                                                                                                                                    Yeah.

And I will show my muse's reaction using only icons (1-5) and no text

"you  fight  me  on  this,  i'll  give  you  an  even  worse  scratch  t'worry  about."  luckily,  he  relents  easily  enough;  eyes  flicker  from  his  gaze,  back  down  to  the  aforementioned  wound.  eliza  is  gentle  as  she  takes  his  arm  into  her  hands,  finger  grazing  the  skin  around  his  injury;  her  tone  softens  when  she  speaks  up  again,  "mm  -  it'll  hurt  worse  if  y'don't  let  me  clean  it  out  an'  wrap  it  up."  she  meets  his  sightline  once  again;  "can  y'let  me  do  that?"

those were the only two thoughts that ran through his mind when she took his arm in her hands. he feigns a hiss when her fingers graze around the wound; he's had an eternity to practice such acts. " well.. i have a feeling if i don't, i'll get a smack upside my head, so yeah, as long as you don't bite. "

[ CHECK-IN ] : after receiver has recovered from their wounds, sender visits them in their sickbed to make sure they're okay.

“hey,  hey  -  you’re  hurt.  let  me  help.”  make  her  offer  once  more  &  her  tone  won’t  be  quite  as  kind.      /      OPEN  TO  MUTUALS.

"  it's  just  a  scratch...  "  there's  immediate  protest  from  him,  and  when  he  finally  gets  a  good  look  at  who  offered  him  help  he  just  as  quickly  softens.  " ..okay.  "   michael  is  always  a  sucker  for  a  sweet  face.  "  it  doesn't  hurt   as  bad  as  it  looks,  i  promise  you.  "