Sheâs out running errands, on her way home, when she spots a familiar figure. Eden is no longer surprised to see him around, while the wounds are still tender â they havenât made up, not like someone would, like some should after the fallout they had had; they at least walked on neutral grounds, or so she believes.
That he smells of blood she picks up immediately, that heâs limping she picked up before that. Heâs clearly injured, just how injured he is she realizes when sheâs face to face with him so itâs a â What the fuck happened to you? â that makes it past her lips instead of a greeting. â Jesus Abel... â she blindly fishes for a tissue, finds one and uses it to carefuly drag it across his cheek â Or rather, who did? â she is not going to question how easy it is to fall into old habits around him, she rather sighs â Come along, â she instructs â Let me look at these, â sheâs refering to the injuries she sees and canât see. â I know youâll heal, but lets at least let me clean them, â she requests, â Itâs not like I havenât patched you up before... â // @praavicordiusâ
