// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
Satisfied to see that there’s no blood lingering on his fingers, his dark gaze lifts to spot Charlie as she drops to her knees at his side, her affection palpable from the way she hovers and the wrinkle to her nose. “Mm, well, if it is I am sure she will tell me.” He doesn’t doubt that if it didn’t meet the requirements that Dygra would have zero qualms in telling him so, so that he could make it perfect.
He peers past her through the doorframe to the rage room to see it still lingering with his blood – drying and fraying at the edges, imagining that the second he leaves with it it’ll look as though nothing had happened. Perhaps it would leave a trace of a memory behind, a reminder that what happened did, even if the damage had vanished.
Blinking back over to her when she checks in on him, he flashes her a brighter, shark toothed smile. “Yes. I feel as perfect as I did when I stepped in.” Which was an odd and jarring experience, remembering the bite of pain, the gushing blood, the way he had held himself together enough to try and prevent any damage to her occurring before he oculdn’t remember what happened next. “I suppose it is good to know that I can elegantly withstand nearly fatal blood loss, mm?” He says with a huff of a laugh.
He peers past her through the doorframe to the rage room to see it still lingering with his blood – drying and fraying at the edges, imagining that the second he leaves with it it’ll look as though nothing had happened. Perhaps it would leave a trace of a memory behind, a reminder that what happened did, even if the damage had vanished.
Blinking back over to her when she checks in on him, he flashes her a brighter, shark toothed smile. “Yes. I feel as perfect as I did when I stepped in.” Which was an odd and jarring experience, remembering the bite of pain, the gushing blood, the way he had held himself together enough to try and prevent any damage to her occurring before he oculdn’t remember what happened next. “I suppose it is good to know that I can elegantly withstand nearly fatal blood loss, mm?” He says with a huff of a laugh.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
