𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈.

. . .

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ

ㅤ·˚ ༘ * ં 𝓢𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒕 𝓡𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 ——— .ᐟ

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ

[𝕰𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐔𝐌 . ༢ @BENEVOLOST]

the traumatized are unpredictable because we know we can survive.

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

yeah? y'think so?

(smiling back at her, all sweet and soft. his thumb gently runs across her knuckles while he walks her to his room.)

yer real pretty.

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

(holding out his hand ——— the one without the fresh bandaid.)

c'mon, then. let's getcha all cozy.

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

y'sure yer comfortable?

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

y'sure? you can say no.

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

yeah ——— 'less you don't wanna. y'know I won't make ya do nothin'.

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

y'wanna go lay down? cool off?

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

happens sometimes. I'll be okay. swear on m'life.

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

darlin', s'okay. seriously. it'll stop bleedin' here shortly. my fingers jus' bleed a bit, s'all.

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

it ain't that bad, baby. (a snort, sitting nice and still while she tends to the wound.) just nicked my finger a 'lil bit.

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

that feels like an insult but not one at th'same time???

(begrudgingly removing his finger from his mouth so she can bandage it. grumble grumble.)

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

(hissing through his teeth, sucking on a new injury on his finger.)

son of a f*ckin' BITCH.

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

(pressing a hand to his abdomen, stomach lurching as the room seems to spin around him. pale fingers are slicked red with sticky blood, and his heart feels like it's leapt into his throat.)

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

I sure think so. s'my favorite.

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

my ma makes real good chili. . .

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

I'd really rather not.

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

well. yeah, but I wouldn't say this is me bein' picky.

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

so you've said. (🥰)

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

then naw. don't sit right with me.

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

fidgeting with his pocket knife. . .

[𝓢𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚈. @Iuctatio]

yer cute.