crimson color becomes apparent when she removes her hand from the wound on her leg, an instant hiss leaving her dry throat at the slight movement. clearing her throat with a scoff, she waves her free hand in dismissal while the other finds it’s way back to her wound. ❝ it’s also not that big of a deal. i’m FINE. ❞
❪ @storiescfdreams &. that isn’t ‘just a scratch’ / prompt. ❫











