[ because his worry is for himself, isn't it? it should be. he'd gotten himself horribly mangled doing whatever thievery he'd gotten up to. he really should have been more careful. ]
I promise.
[ but here, caroline wavers; her body aches for something to replace the energy that's seeping out of her, craves the blood his heartbeat is pumping through her body. even now, as the wound itself is stitched close, the remnants of blood that still linger on his stained clothes and across her hands fill her senses, pulling those thick veins and dark eyes forward.
no longer beautiful, but something terrible and haunted, something starved for more than just a nice meal. ]
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[ because his worry is for himself, isn't it? it should be. he'd gotten himself horribly mangled doing whatever thievery he'd gotten up to. he really should have been more careful. ]
I promise.
[ but here, caroline wavers; her body aches for something to replace the energy that's seeping out of her, craves the blood his heartbeat is pumping through her body. even now, as the wound itself is stitched close, the remnants of blood that still linger on his stained clothes and across her hands fill her senses, pulling those thick veins and dark eyes forward.
no longer beautiful, but something terrible and haunted, something starved for more than just a nice meal. ]
Oh, no...
[ she can't focus on both at once. ]