you made your choice
Astaroth nods, listening to the explanation before he tilts his head again – this time allowing the smile to fade into something smaller, tugging on the corner of his lips as his eyes close. The water is cool against his skin and a muscle flares in his jaw as he feels it work down to the bruising by the bone, before making its way through the rest of the wounds, the scabs starting to heal and the infection burning out. “Quite good to know.” Perhaps next time he decides to have a late night rendezvous with the Maverick here in the region, he’ll make sure a flask of it is on hand.
She continues to clean and his eyes remain closed, feeling the infection and wound start to knit back together, having little to no qualms distracting himself over the idea of his previous wounds. “You would assume correctly.” He starts to say before he snorts a little. “No pain, thankfully. The gore crows did quite a number on my nerve endings.” A brief explanation, before his eyes open and slip over toward her as she works.
She continues to clean and his eyes remain closed, feeling the infection and wound start to knit back together, having little to no qualms distracting himself over the idea of his previous wounds. “You would assume correctly.” He starts to say before he snorts a little. “No pain, thankfully. The gore crows did quite a number on my nerve endings.” A brief explanation, before his eyes open and slip over toward her as she works.
Astaroth
do you regret it yet?
