#oh...oops

the crimson gore sleek on her dark hair and skin reflected beautifully in the waning sunset, with only a few stars let to stretch the looming night sky. she's already sulking as she drips the soaking sponge against the splattered pattern of skin. the drow's onyx lids drift to a trance-like state with a cavernous inhale, taking in the distinct metallic smell with such fervor. such ecstasy. so inebriated was she that she did not realize she had lifted the sponge to her face, opening her mouth and dousing the remaining blood.

she licks her lips as the moment inevitably passes, eyes flicking to catch the sharran's emerald gaze on her.