🩸 Smear the receiver’s blood across their cheek.
From Adsie🤍
injury / injured prompts
Lucio's initial instinct is a low growl. Something quiet, but not quite a warning. Irritation, maybe?
"Finger painting?" He asks lowly, watching Adlai take his sweet time swiping the blood from the lip he himself had busted and idly smearing it over Lucio's pretty face. It seemed to be favored habit of his- to trace over his pretty features. To mess up his pretty face.
His tongue flicks over the corner of his mouth, his own blood didn't taste like him. It taste borrowed. Not quite right. Stolen.
It's irritating. He's irritating. Always fucking around- drawing things out too long for Lucio's interest.
Fingers knot in 'Adsie's hoodie and pulls him into his lap. Holding him there despite his squirming.
"Quit milking it. I'm becoming impatient."
