Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Dark eyes, blackened by the dark interior of the room meet her bright lavender ones when she looks up – close proximity to one another as she fusses over his wound and he offers her options to try. He does nothing but meet her gaze, though, as she starts to hastily move away, fishing out a bandage from the designated place he’d suggested while he does precisely what she’d asked of him. Sitting in what is essentially a foot stool, bringing him to a much more manageable reach for her, he watches as she sets the cloth out and brings the water back up to boiling.
Her comment does draw a deep chuckle, nodding with a soft little sigh at it. “If I wasn’t worried it would do more damage than good, I’d suggest cauterizing it. But I’d rather not reopen it if it got worse.” They’re pointless musings, honestly, because she settles next to him and offers him a tight smile, the two of them already under way of the initial plan. Hands fold together in his lap as he sits up a little straighter, ensuring she had all the access she could need by his angry wound, nodding. “I am ready.” He says a touch softly, like he’s trying to keep his breath for the boiling water to clean out the wound.
Her comment does draw a deep chuckle, nodding with a soft little sigh at it. “If I wasn’t worried it would do more damage than good, I’d suggest cauterizing it. But I’d rather not reopen it if it got worse.” They’re pointless musings, honestly, because she settles next to him and offers him a tight smile, the two of them already under way of the initial plan. Hands fold together in his lap as he sits up a little straighter, ensuring she had all the access she could need by his angry wound, nodding. “I am ready.” He says a touch softly, like he’s trying to keep his breath for the boiling water to clean out the wound.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
