red seal twisted / popped open to shake two blue pills from capsule; hoisting them out for the weakened spider to take. )
hold these. i’ll go get you something to wash it down with. ( he said, leaving out when she does. )
( to his credit, her voice is almost steady when she speaks. there is a slight waver, breathless and off - balance, but there is a careful control being exerted here. the plea itself is far more flippant than her current predicament calls
mild amusement forms into repeated blinks from this unexpected reaction, even getting a short hum. limbs hoisted as t———shirt is off in one swipe / strands curtain as her head lowers. a blink of two, slow, like the artificial
for, the sabbath ever one for irreverence — but he would also be a fool to underestimate the situation he is in. and so, he acts, swiftly but calmly —- motions over to retrieve painkillers behind mirror — cabinet above marble sink.
( breath hitches; even with her request —- even with knowing that he would only grant it, seeing her like this is still profound. marble flooring cooling to the touch when he stepped into the bathroom / settling her unto toilet seat
drowsiness written across mien, it presses cheekbone against the collarbone almost instantly. small shake of head .. there’s no use. 〝 I just need painkillers.⠀〞 palm slithering up ——— reaching to rest an arm around nape; reeling herself close.
with hands that flipped her around / slowly, of course then sneaks biceps neath back of knees and around waist to carry her : princess like, into the nearest bathroom. )
i’ll start a bath for you.
( his pout is gentle in that way — so warm and so incredibly fond : a complete opposite of usual intimidation. the sense of urgency radiating from the sluggish ravenette prompts him to shift from shared blankets to stand before her
〝 No...⠀〞 hushed, shaky / shaking the head shortly .. collecting the strength to glance up. hint of a whimper, defeated: another rare display on her behalf. 〝 I feel terrible … I’m a second away from puking.⠀〞
you look like shit. ( and oh, it’s a heady thing, that arrogance. even still, the caresses doesn’t seize —- the odd attitude puts himself on edge just as much as the clipped legged spider beside him. )
you alright..?
( a brow arches, curious pout playing at the edges of his lips. her sheepish groans dips to a purr, deceptively soft, an imitation of restlessness. he reached out to place a tattooed hand atop her head / caressing scalp gently. )