to clean blood off of their muse after @fangedb1rd protected yours.
dwayne pulled a bandana from his back pocket and crouched into the surf to dampen the fabric. he rang it out, humming at the fact the salt in the water would help clean her face better. gently, he pressed the corner against her cheek and rubbed until he could make out the flesh beneath once again. ❝ what did you think you were doing? i could handle a few drunks. things could've gotten out of hand. you're still young. ❠ he prattled on, eventually ending his rant with a deep sigh. ❝ you need to learn to control your emotions. it'll do you good. ❠
once he was sure all the spatters of blood were clear from her face, dwayne wadded up the bandana and stuffed it back in his pocket to burn later when he returned to the cave. ❝ better, ❠ he said as he studied his work. ❝ and… thank you. i know you were only doing what you thought was right. ❠ he raised a finger between them, hovering just above her nose. ❝ next time, think twice. ❠ the corner of his mouth hitched as he turned away. ❝ ready to go for a ride? ❠
