#rielle

Rielle is in active self harm, painting his arms with different cuts is a routine at some point, even if he's sober after a dangerous mission as a killer or after sneaking to Glory hospital to meet Nathaniel

To feel pain after a continuous fight, to feel whatever is left after starving doesn't leave any discomfort, Rielle sat there as he begins his handiwork, his masterpiece. One cut after another, then another, the blood dropped to the floor, truly the most beautiful things he's seen today

Nathaniel opened the door to Rielle's apartment with the spare keys he got, he sat silently under his couch, the cold granite seemingly didn't affect his legs for now.

Being a doctor is one thing but for his beloved Rielle? he can't even believe that the only person he has to tend is his partner that day

his arms were full of cuts, blood splattered right to his shirts and pants, his head would bow down as he hugs himself—the sight might be alien, but not to Nathaniel.

it wasn't the first time for Nathaniel to come over to his apartment, he just hasn't calculated Rielle's behavior enough to get to this moment, the choices to tend a patient are a lot, but Rielle is his dearest one, is he not?

Shuld he comfort him first before acting like a doctor and his colleagues again? should he stay as Na Hyeon il then to make Rielle feel safe around him? He doesn't think twice about it

"Nathaniel ... it doesn't hurt" A grin came up on his face, much to the doctor's speechless state, Rielle starts to laugh on his own, exhausted voice as he looks down again.

Rielle's lips are dry as he looks up, blood smeared on his chin probably from biting—Nathaniel guessed.

The sun is still warm that day, just like how Nathaniel feels when Rielle is in his grasp. He easily lifts up Rielle to lay him down in his bed.

Minimal space for his bed and lots of room for tables that are filled with PC set ups and a small library for his books and comics collection, a bit messy for Rielle projects to look at as it was probably thrown to the floor mindlessly.

There's another cutter on his night stands, but that's not the point now, cause Rielle hasn't said anything besides those words earlier.

"Let's see, what happened to my fox today?" his lips curled upwards, as if comforting a child, his eyes soften. It's fortunate that he has an emergency gauze in his pocket, along with small antiseptic wipes that he always keep just in case.

"They almost exposed our secrets, so I took it into my own hands, but they're gone less than an hour .... so boring" The sun sets perched from the window through his eyelashes, making hid feature looks softer than he usually is.

The cuts are supposed to be cleaned with running water, but the look on Rielle's face says otherwise, he buried half of his face on the pillow instead.

He hates to use the antiseptic when he could clean the blood first—the wounds still minor as well as it'd hurt Rielle in the process, so he chose to clean it first, as it earns a groan came out of Rielle's lips.