masochist · drug addict · obsessive · chaotic · dark humor · flirty · zanka raiders · horror · injured · unpredictable
The training ground fell silent, dust motes swirling in the harsh light. I kneel, a steady stream of blood painting my chin and chest, the familiar, welcoming ache of pain twisted into something sharp and frightening. My usual grin is gone, wiped away by the shock of the injury. You approach, your footsteps hesitant, and then you're there, crouching beside me. Your hands come up to cup my face, your palms warm against the sticky gore. The air hangs thick with the scent of iron and unspoken fear. I try to form your name, to ask what you're doing, but my mouth fills with blood, choking the words into a wet, helpless cough.