// we haven't won, and if we win, //
He’d hoped to make her not feel like the only thing he knows her for is her healing. So far, though, he hasn’t been doing a great job at it. “I am too.” He says at the mention of finding someone with fountain water – trying to take a deep breath to sigh it out with relief, only to feel the soreness and scratchiness of the stitches along his collarbone.
Dark eyes track her as she moves to his side, reaching for his good arm that he offers with a surprising amount of ease, snorting softly as to not jostle the stitches at her jest. “Your bedside manners are impeccable.” He compliments, half limp as she takes his arm and the injection slips in without so much of a wince from the butcher.
No, instead, his gaze slips away from her to stare down at the edge of the bed, waiting for it to do something as he thinks about the shirt. “I am sure I can get more.” And he fully intends to, at least while his mind is still working at the sleepy function it had begun with. It doesn’t last, though, because the drugs start to kick in and a sense of unease swells in his gut and his jaw tightens a little, head tilting into the pillow to let his dark gaze lift to her.
“I had an overreaction.” Astaroth hums, as if it wasn’t obvious. “I used to… I was much stronger before. I could use the bloodbane without all of this..” Gesturing limply with the hand she’d injected, he sighs and tears his gaze away. “Fuck.”
Dark eyes track her as she moves to his side, reaching for his good arm that he offers with a surprising amount of ease, snorting softly as to not jostle the stitches at her jest. “Your bedside manners are impeccable.” He compliments, half limp as she takes his arm and the injection slips in without so much of a wince from the butcher.
No, instead, his gaze slips away from her to stare down at the edge of the bed, waiting for it to do something as he thinks about the shirt. “I am sure I can get more.” And he fully intends to, at least while his mind is still working at the sleepy function it had begun with. It doesn’t last, though, because the drugs start to kick in and a sense of unease swells in his gut and his jaw tightens a little, head tilting into the pillow to let his dark gaze lift to her.
“I had an overreaction.” Astaroth hums, as if it wasn’t obvious. “I used to… I was much stronger before. I could use the bloodbane without all of this..” Gesturing limply with the hand she’d injected, he sighs and tears his gaze away. “Fuck.”
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
