Out of Control
wingsyetunmelted:
“Mm-mm,” he negated. Clenching his jaw, he shifted slightly to sit up more. “Mum was the witch. My powers are more drstructive.” He let out a slow breath, perusing her tools. “You’ll have to sew it.”
“Okay, okay, I can do this. I’ve had to sew up my mom’s cuts and stuff before,” she said, moving to grab for the needle and thread. It took her a moment to thread the needle, fingers shaking. Finally she got it and moved to start. “I promise I’ll be gentle as I can, okay?”
"Don't you know, I like it rough," he quipped, struggling for coherence. His attempted smile formed as a sort of grimace. "Why was your mum getting cut up? Hunting?"















