His response leaves her smirking, and there are some rather terrible comebacks that come to mind, none of which feel quite clever enough to actually utter. Too predictable. Too easy to simply confirm that he likes rough treatment. Let him work a little harder. ”You like tough, shitty nurses?” she says with a smirk instead.
She watches as he cleans the blood away. Her free hand trails up his chest, fingers light against his muscles, enjoying the feel of his tan skin. The cut across his chest knits together before her fingers even get there, this one easier to heal given it’s rather shallow and superficial nature. She sort of wishes he had more wounds; she wants to keep practicing, though she knows to keep going would tired her out quickly. It’s a new magic, after all. ”I’m wasting a lot of magic on a boy I barely know, it seems,” she teases, though she doesn’t pull away.
She watches as he cleans the blood away. Her free hand trails up his chest, fingers light against his muscles, enjoying the feel of his tan skin. The cut across his chest knits together before her fingers even get there, this one easier to heal given it’s rather shallow and superficial nature. She sort of wishes he had more wounds; she wants to keep practicing, though she knows to keep going would tired her out quickly. It’s a new magic, after all. ”I’m wasting a lot of magic on a boy I barely know, it seems,” she teases, though she doesn’t pull away.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
