#misfitleader

Garrett sighed, fingers hesitant to touch his twin’s arm where blood stuck to her skin. Trying to examine the cut past it was awkward. He couldn’t really tell how badly she had been hurt.“Honestly Marian, trouble loves you. Or you love it… It’s never easy to tell with you.” He muttered, hands dipping into the bowl of warm water at his side. He pulled out a soaked cloth, twisting it to wring it damp. Once it was free of excess water, he carefully dabbed at the drying blood to begin clearing it. “I hope you at least gave the bastard that did this to you a matching mark.”