a hand moves to his side as he stumbled down the hall just next to the other. lip busted, nose bleeding, and Bruises scattered all around. frame leaned against his, trying to balance himself enough to at least make it to their room +
— digits intertwine with barton’s; the archer is guiding to their bedroom, slowly.
❝Come now… tell me of thy battle while i repair thine flesh.❞
luckily this has happened nine different times, and thor’s packed all the necessary medical supplies neatly in their shared room.
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you collect SCARS so you have proof that you are paying for whatever SINS you have committed ׅ⎖
YET , my soul burns for your forgiveness ׅ⎖
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public service announcement : i will in fact be dressing up as cupid tomorrow.
not because i lost a bet, but because i think it’s funny ( i lost a bet shut up ) .