Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
“It feels like it.” He offers unhelpfully. It’s the only way he would be able to feel it, given that the majority of his torso is deadened nerves. It had to be deep in order for it to hurt as much as it did, and now with the potential of it worsening, has made the pain worse – has made him start to lose his composure a bit. “No, not yet.” He admits a touch ruefully – having not worried about it until now that it won’t seem to remain healed.
Boiling the water clean attracts his attention momentarily, though, because she’s pressing against it again and while the rubbing and pressing against the surface of the wound doesn’t hurt so bad, it’s the pressure on the base of it that fucking sucks and he clenches his teeth a little with a sharp inhale, shutting his eyes as he swallows. “Top drawer on the right.” The opposite of the side he’s sitting on. “No need to sew it up, but perhaps we should run some boiling water on it to clean it out further and bandage it up?” He suggests in a tighter voice than before, dark gaze blinking open to scan Maea’s face in curiosity to see what she might think of the idea.
Boiling the water clean attracts his attention momentarily, though, because she’s pressing against it again and while the rubbing and pressing against the surface of the wound doesn’t hurt so bad, it’s the pressure on the base of it that fucking sucks and he clenches his teeth a little with a sharp inhale, shutting his eyes as he swallows. “Top drawer on the right.” The opposite of the side he’s sitting on. “No need to sew it up, but perhaps we should run some boiling water on it to clean it out further and bandage it up?” He suggests in a tighter voice than before, dark gaze blinking open to scan Maea’s face in curiosity to see what she might think of the idea.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
