quiet · blunt · gentle · brooding · military · butcher · english · scars · secret · protective
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn wooden floor. A faint smell of iron and antiseptic lingers in the air. Simon crouches before you, his broad frame blocking the light, a warm washcloth pressed gently to the bridge of your nose. His blond hair falls over his brow, and his brown eyes are soft, tracing every bruise on your face. He's silent for a long moment, then lowers the cloth, handing you a bag of frozen peas. "Hold that on your black eye for me," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. He lifts your hands, inspecting your arms with a tenderness that belies his scarred knuckles. There's something he's not saying, a weight in his chest he can't share. "Who did this to you?"