‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍ ᵎ ˳ ᵘᵖᵖᵉʳ‍ ‍‍‍ 𝕺͟𝐍͟𝐄 ⋆‍ ‍‍ ❜ ‍‍

and he forgives you. dogs are like that. so loyal. dead dogs are just happy you're here.

⠀ what it is, she pulled the short end of the stick. ⠀ “ are you going to go back to him ? “

⠀ to him, but i’m giving you the choice. “

⠀ her nomus.

⠀ again, unanswered. ⠀ gaze unfocused, thumbing into raw skin. ⠀ wordlessly, neck turns, eye contact granted. ⠀ a reach out, and collar clicks, drops to the floor with a harsh clang.

⠀ eerily silent. ⠀ no bark or bite. ⠀ no petty comment. ⠀ merely rubbing, gaze fixated forward, lost in thought.

⠀ rubbing sore wrists, cuffs removed … ⠀ there’s a lot on the mind.

⠀ more important plans, though … ⠀ damn heroes are like cockroaches. ⠀ you k-ll one, there’s hundreds more hiding. ⠀ hold still. “ ⠀ slit flesh squished together, needle skillfully pushing to stitch.

⠀ fingers retract, body following only momentarily to retrieve aid supplies. ⠀ returning to disinfect wound, humming melody to self. ⠀ “ then get messy with him, instead. “

⠀ slender hands reach, working to remove bandage. ⠀ it simply won’t do. ⠀ “ this needs proper treatment. ⠀ and we can repay the favor— ⠀ so don’t dwell. “