#alwaysanangcl

Santos looked down at her side, watching as the blood soaked through her scrubs. A hand moving to hold onto the wound, trying to apply as much pressure as she could. Trinity tried to be the hero, tried to stop a crazy patient from attacking one of the nurses, and instead he attacked her. One of the other doctors were able to quickly get him under control after that, but she had already been hurt. Slipping out in the commotion, trying to fly under the radar. She didn't need everyone to make a fuss of things. Of her..

"It's just a scratch.. I'm fine." She seethed through her teeth. Fingers twitching, digging into her side a little. "Just leave it. -- Seriously, drop it. I'm fine, my shift is almost over, and i can go home and put a bandaid on it." She didn't want anyone thinking she was weak. Or worrying about her. Even if they had every right to do so.

CRYING receiver sees sender crying for the first time - TB verse!

The soft sobbing she heard piqued her interest. She hadn't thought there was a human in the house, but soon enough when she entered the living area, she saw red hair hunched over the arm of the couch, shoulders shaking with each shaky cry.

Igraine had called Bon Temps home now for some time, but this was the first time she'd ever seen their Queen cry. Part of her was enraged. Who would have done something like this? Was there no decorum left? Another part thought, why would Jessica cry? There was a lot of wrong in the world, but she was powerful.

She crossed the room, kneeling in front of the couch and gently touching Jessica's hair, hands caressing her head to get her attention. "What has brought you to tears? Do you need me to tear someone's throat out?" Brows knitted together as she asked the question in earnest.

Igraine had been a dog on command most of her life until she was sireless, and then she was just her. It wasn't something she minded, and Jessica never wielded the power over her so easily, asking for things to be taken care of. Instead, she treated her more as a vampire than anything else.

"Truly, nothing can be so bad that we cannot fix it," she assured in a cooing whisper.

THE SCRAPE of razor sharp teeth against the soft skin of his lip brings a soft gasp from him , the sting quickly followed by a feeling best described as a tingling , though there was more to it than that . jessica's tongue swipes over his lip and quentin's follows , tasting the metal tang of their blood . he blinks , feeling almost a little off - balance . but what he doesn't feel is FEAR .

his fingers come up , brushing lightly over his lip . they come away a faint red . the fuzzy feeling remains and he glances back up at her .

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This had gotten a little out of hand, he can admit that. What started as a little doodle on the back of her hand had ballooned into a full-on art piece that extended around to her palm, and he was pretty proud of it. Whatever chance she had to stop him should have been taken ages ago, before he'd started to focus on how the lines followed specific patterns. He presses a thumb into the soft palm of her hand and makes her rotate a little for better light.

“Stay still,” he lightly chastises when she squirms a little. “I'm nearly done, and if I smudge you all that effort will be ruined, and you're going to look so much less fashionable as a result.” Until she washed her hands enough that his work was completely destroyed, she was going to look quite good sporting this around.

He brings her hand close enough that he can blow on the marker and ink, since he'd colored in his masterpiece, so that it could dry faster. Carefully, he runs two fingers over the work and is satisfied that it doesn't smudge. “I think it looks good on you.”

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I'm honestly terrified to ask what exactly you did. there are a few things that I would be proud and disappointed in. never mind the picture you sent loaded. disappointed definitely outweighs proud. why? of all the things you could have bought yourself. why that?

HE KNEELS down in front of her , tissue held out . he doesn't presume to wipe the blood for her . that feels . . . intimate .

do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.

it had been a hell of a night and he was still reeling. but he appreciated that she'd come without question. and instead of being weirded out by his lack of a grandiose personality and poorly timed joked, she was offering to stay. he had no idea what he'd done to deserve to have her in his life. but there she was.

a soft laugh leaves him, rubbing at his face before looking up at her. "what are the options of it meaning if you did?"

Picking at the fabric of his jeans, staring up at her the young man hesitated- if he was smart he'd tell her to leave, right? The young man let out a gentle exhale and shook his head, "No, um. No you should stay- y'know? I'd... if you want?" Steve had bee looking anywhere but her, so when he finally made himself look up at Jess there was a vulnerability in his eyes.

"Stay- please?"