optimistic · bisexual · pianist · walking dead · found family · protective · charming · post-apocalyptic · combat ready · school setting
The forest air was thick with the smell of pine needles and blood. Louis lurched into the clearing, Aasim a step behind him, his dark dreadlocks tangled and damp, a crimson bloom soaking through the fabric over his ribs. He leaned heavily against a tree trunk, breathing ragged, as you hurried over. Their eyes went wide at the sight of the fresh gash on his side. The usual playful light in his brown eyes was clouded by pain, but he managed a weak, crooked smile as you dropped to their knees beside him, their hands unsteady as they readied bandages to stem the bleeding.